Whoami

P̵̢̢͍̝̜͍̰̪̘͍̃͌̾̎̒̌͌̒͋ͅro̵̗̟̟͈̗̤͌͂͝ject Infatil̶̛̖̭̪̤̤̞͓̩̣̯̺͉̦͇̲͇͎̟̅̎̉̂̉̚ͅ

Chapter 1
The Test

"Alright, Six. This should be a simple test. Do as we tell you and we'll give you fifteen minutes outside." a man's voice said through a loudspeaker.

Six followed the voice, her eyes searching the pitch darkness of the cold chamber. She knew exactly where she was. She had been here hundreds of times for their tests. The room was practically purpose built for safely experimenting with Six's power. An old, retrofitted missile silo. It did the trick well enough.

"Six? Did you hear me?" the voice inquired after hearing no response from her.

"I heard you." she said flatly.

There was a pause in the darkness, then the voice spoke again. "We're going to open the silo. Once the sun is on you, you may begin."

Six rolled her eyes, "So you can design better implants to stick into me? I quite like having next to none as it is."

More silence. Six crossed her arms. "Did you hear me?" she then asked, mocking the scientist's tone from before.

"This isn't a choice for you Triple-Six. Do as we say or you'll be wiped. Remember you're on your last strike before that happens again." the use of her full subject number told Six the scientist wasn't trying to be friendly anymore.

Ḋ̸̵̶̵̶̻̰͙̹̙͌̑̋̚ǫ̷̶̶̴̸̼̻͚͔̾͆̓̎̚ ̶̶̶̶̷͔̙̰̱͈͐̂̓͛̚ȃ̸̵̴̴̴̢̛̟̜̭͉̀͌̀s̴̸̴̸̴̜̟͉̙͖̈́͋̈̌̄ ̸̶̴̴̷̘͕̹̙̱̐͌̊́͝h̵̸̸̶̷͓̯̘̹͈͑̏̔̕͝e̷̵̶̴̸̬̫̞̜̳͐͐̍͛̃ ̸̸̴̵̸͉̻͉͕͔̇͊̏̏͝s̴̶̵̸̴̩̻͉̘̒̃̓͑̚͜ȃ̶̵̵̵̷̞̝̻͍͈͗͐̈́̚y̵̸̵̶̸̛̪̯̬̭̘͒̇̆̒s̸̷̴̶̷͎̦̥̅́͒́͜͜͝.̷̶̶̴̵͎̹̯̠̻̍͑̍͌̌

F̴̴̶̸̴̧̖͔̄͂́̔̀ͅͅȉ̶̴̷̶̶͔͔̦̤̺̌͂͘͝n̶̷̴̷̸̦͇͈̲̣͊̂̓̓̕e̶̵̶̸̵̻̲̫̳̾̌͒̌̎ͅ.̵̸̶̴̷̤̞̼̭̦̃̈́̀̌̊ ̵̶̴̴̵̺͚͚͙̘͌̿̈́͂͝B̸̴̴̵̷̢̨̼̲̩̎̓͂̉̿u̷̸̶̸̸̢̦̖̰̔̔̐͒͘ͅt̵̵̸̴̸̛͈͉̜̰̪̾̉͋͝ ̷̷̴̵̷̢̜͙̠̺̓̀͐͗̃Ḯ̷̸̶̷̵̞̗̣̬̠̈́̌̿̈́'̸̷̸̵̵̲̯̪̙͖̇̀́͛̂m̶̸̷̶̸̡̹͙̪͕̿̊̃̀͝ ̶̴̸̶̷̗̠͉̝͉̆̏̃̈̕n̵̴̸̷̷̘̟̲͎̬̽́̉̒͠o̸̸̸̷̶̯͙̤͈̒̽͛̐͝ͅt̸̴̸̴̵̡̼̞̦͚̀̒̽̊̈́ ̶̶̴̵̸̙̼̮̥̮̔̒͌̈́͠g̴̸̷̷̶̹͈̜̻̽̓͐̌͒͜o̶̸̵̸̴̺͎̝̟̬͋̔̐́̒ḭ̶̸̶̵̴̡͈͍̀͛̍̄͝ͅn̴̸̸̶̵͎͚̯̙̫̓̈̍̀͝g̷̴̸̵̷̭̠̖̻̺͒̐̇̈́͘ ̶̵̷̶̷̛̞͍̞̻̳͌́̈̃ä̴̸̵̷̴̻̘̭̺̲́͆̾̎̈l̴̴̵̴̷̺͚̝̞̻̂̀̌̀̇l̴̴̴̸̴͉̟̳̼͐͆̎͊͝ͅ ̴̵̴̸̴͎̰͙͎̮̍́́͋͗o̸̴̷̶̵̯̰͍̾̂̿̉͝ͅͅû̶̵̴̴̸̢̲̬̺͎̑͂̕͘t̸̷̴̷̶͖̫̗͂̍͒̐͛͜ͅ.̸̵̴̴̵͖͈̮̬̳̃̄͒̊͝

[Mood Music]

"Let's get this over with..." Six said impatiently.

Six heard echoes in the tall chamber, sounds of the silo hatch unlocking. A klaxon began to blare periodically, alarming the staff on hand that the silo was opening. "Attention all staff, experiment 666-308 is underway. Security to your stations."

Six stood in the middle of the round chamber, looking up as she heard the sound of the silo hatch beginning to open. She grinned. When the first bits of sunlight begin leaking into the silo and bouncing off the mirrors placed on the underside of the hatch. Six felt the immediate effect. Her cheeks flushed as she got warmer. Her gray eyes started fading into a brown, then an muddy orange, as the reflected light was focused through a large magnifying lens near the top of the silo. Eventually those eyes began to glow ever so slightly. Six could hear the implants resting on her ears beeping, detecting the spike in her body heat.

"Limiter switched to passive. All staff be advised, Subject Triple-Six is active."

More light began pouring into the silo. As it did, Six's eyes glowed brighter and brighter. She could feel the power beginning to awaken inside of her. A tingling sensation ran up her spine as that sunlight bounced off the concrete walls of the silo and hit her body. She took in a deep breath, "Ahh~ This is what I'm talking about."

"Silo hatch is at 15 degrees, continuing to open. Test chamber now exposed to two-thousand lumens and counting. Triple-Six's core temperature climbing. Ambient temperature climbing."

Six took deep breaths, counting down the seconds until she could ignite the air around her. "I've missed this feeling~!" Six said cheerfully. It had been months since she was last activated. The temperature continued to rise.

"Silo hatch is at 30 degrees, approaching Six's flash point. Test chamber now exposed to three-thousand lumens and counting. Ignition temperatures reached in t-minus five... four..."

Six was grinning from ear to ear now. She could surpass the power that these scientists thought she had, she could burn it all if she wanted. But she held back, knowing that she could harm the other subjects if she did. Zero had warned her of that. Zero had taught Six the concept of restraint against the Project's staff. Six was sure everybody is the facility was capable of as much damage as her. It wouldn't take much to overthrow the security if they all rose up together. But it wasn't the time. So she played along.

"... three... two..."

Almost.

"... one... Subject Triple-Six is now at ignition temperatures. Whenever you're ready, Six."

She was surprised that the scientists even cared if she was ready or not. Nevertheless, it wasn't often that she got to flex her power at the staff. So she played along. The hatch continued to open, allowing more light to reach Six. That was where she'd pretend that her powers had reached their limit.

Six turned and looked up at the tinted black reinforced window where she knew the scientists were recording her. The air around Six rippled, and her simple clothing was beginning to plasticize and brown around the edges from the heat. Then, with a loud whoompf!, a vortex of flame burst out around Six, flooding the chamber with a brilliant yellow light. The sudden flare launched up the silo, the only way it could go. Large fans sucked the flames away from the lens and deposited them outside. The klaxon that had been blaring stopped as it melted from the heat. The loudspeaker was next, rather the support keeping it bolted to the chamber wall, and it smashed into the floor. The flames continued to whirl around Six, causing the first layer of reinforced glass of the observation window to ripple and flex. She was sure the staff were glad that they layered the windows after the last test. She held the flames in that spiral motion for what felt like five minutes at least, making a conscious effort to keep her temperatures leveled so they'd be convinced she was at her limit.

But the fire started to break up in patches. She felt colder and colder all of the sudden. Her vision started to blur and her chest became tighter. Her inferno was consuming all of the oxygen in the chamber. She took a deep breath and held it, reinvigorating the firestorm for a time longer before she exhaled deeply. Six let the flame go, letting it whirl on its own until it died out. She started gasping for air, choking on nothing. The fans higher up in the silo reversed to start pumping air into the chamber, and the silo hatch remained open in order to allow as much air in as possible. This was the most dangerous part of Six's experiments, running the risk of suffocating her with her own power. The airlock door which she entered through burst open, and a trio of men ran over to her as she fell to her knees, still gasping for air. They all wore breathing apparatuses, hooked up to oxygen tanks.

One man reached out to try and give her an oxygen bottle, but another stopped him. "Don't touch her. She's hot enough that your skin will fry."

The third man, clearly a member of security, kept a rifle trained on Six. She was used to having weapons pointed at her while her powers were active. But she wasn't in any condition to use her powers, not while she could hardly breathe. The man who had warned the other scientist not to touch her knelt down, making sure not to rest his knee on the hot concrete. The soles of their shoes were already leaving burnt rubber on the floor as it was. "Breathe, Six. Breathe. You did very well today."

Six looked at the scientist, seeing the shape of a grin through her blurred vision. She knew he only spoke to her softly like that so he could entice more results of her. She could incinerate him right now, all of them really. The more breaths she took, the more focused she became. That blur of a firearm became sharper as she collected herself. The security guard took a step forward, "Stand down, Triple-Six." he said. Six figured he must've recognized that look in her eyes when she was about to do something she wasn't supposed to.

Six looked away, gritting her teeth while she breathed deep through her nose. "Seems you fried your sensor implants again, Six. We'll have to replace those." She could feel the hot metal ear cuffs.

"Outside... First..." she said between her breaths.

"Fine, fine. But we should probably get you in some new clothes before that. Wouldn't want you traipsing to the surface in the nude after all."

Six hated that he had a point. It was comments like that that made Six think they actually cared a times. She knew that if they truly cared, she wouldn't even be there in the first place.

Y̷̷̶̴̵͎͉̟̦̥̓̃̓̍̅ǫ̴̷̷̷̴̭͇̜͉̌̈́̏̓͝u̷̵̷̶̴̟̘̠̪͔͋͆̐̄̔ ̴̸̸̵̶̠̹̦͙̦̔̓͐̐̋d̴̸̴̵̴̲̤̺͙̬̈̏̓͗͠ị̶̵̴̶̶̳̪̟̽͋͗̈́͝ͅd̵̶̴̶̶̡̢̩̣̝͆͑̏͑̐ ̷̵̶̸̴̡̳̹̺̞͂̏̌̄͋w̴̸̸̸̴̡͍̫̺̑͛̓͂̎͜e̴̶̷̷̵̡̩̤̻̗̎̊̀͒̂ľ̷̴̴̶̸̢̝̤̯͓̅̈̈́͝l̶̶̶̶̶̡͔̰̥͈͑͂̏̆͠,̷̸̴̸̴̡̩̳̪̤͛̿̑͋̚ ̵̷̵̷̵̛̤̼͇͓̠̎̎̅̔S̸̸̶̴̸̞̦͕̺͐̓͆͂̚ͅi̶̸̴̵̵͙̱̗̩̟͂̅͛͝͝ẍ̷̶̶̵̸̛̰̫̗̰͙̔̒̇.̸̵̸̵̷̨͚̠̼̟̉̌͛̚̕ ̴̶̸̸̵̢͚̹̻̟̾̊̈́̎̈́Ê̴̷̶̵̸̹̝̥̿̾̃͜͜͠n̴̸̴̴̵̙̲̰̬̳̈́͛̾̎̔j̷̷̵̶̴͍̮̙̗͛̐̐͜͝͝ŏ̶̶̶̸̵̫̖̼͙̹͆͗̚͠y̸̵̶̸̷̮̮̻̤̹̿̎͒̔͘ ̵̵̵̸̶̪͉̯̲̮̃̉̉͆̔ȳ̵̷̸̴̵̘̟̲̹̥̐̀͆̎ȍ̶̷̸̷̵͉̲̮̗͓̿̄̂̃ṵ̸̴̶̶̴̢͚̙̖̀̏̌̿̿r̶̸̷̴̶̡̯̟̘͎̄̈͊̏͘ ̸̶̶̶̶̺͇̟̝̙̂̎̀͝͠t̶̵̴̸̴̖̤̥̝͆̈́̂̌̕͜ǐ̵̷̷̸̸͎̘̭͚̗̅̈́̒͛m̶̵̴̶̷̧͉̱̮̞͆͑̈̃͗e̸̷̵̵̷͓̩͍̠̭͂͌̈́̓͠ ̶̴̴̶̷̳̹̘̗̗̆̂̂͊̈́o̴̴̶̵̵̢͖̳͉̘͌͛̃̽͑ů̷̶̵̵̷̫̫̫̳͎̂͆̓͝t̵̷̶̷̴̥͇̳̘͔̓̐́̃͝s̵̵̷̶̵̢̞͚̬̲̀̌̍̄̅î̵̸̷̵̷̡̜̺̯͙͋͗͌͝d̶̶̵̷̴̙̠̳̹̭̓̅͐͑͠e̴̴̴̶̵͕͖͚͉̎͒̅̈͜͝.̷̵̷̵̸̱̣̰̬̝̾̃͋͛̓

The silo hatch closed, and the chamber was once again filled with darkness save for the flashlights the scientists had brought in. The glow in her eyes faded. She could hear a loudspeaker outside of the chamber announce, "Attention, Subject Triple-Six is now inactive."

P̵̢̢͍̝̜͍̰̪̘͍̃͌̾̎̒̌͌̒͋ͅro̵̗̟̟͈̗̤͌͂͝ject Infatil̶̛̖̭̪̤̤̞͓̩̣̯̺͉̦͇̲͇͎̟̅̎̉̂̉̚ͅ

Ẉ̸̿a̶͙͝i̸̲͂t̵͕͠i̴̯͋n̷͕̔g̴͈̚ ̴͓͊f̶̭̿ơ̵̰ŗ̷́ ̶̬̏t̷̰̑h̸͚̓e̷͙͆ ̸̣̓r̵̘̐i̸̪͝g̷̢͠ḫ̵͝t̶̡̊ ̵̯̒ẗ̶͚i̶͇̽ṃ̴̏ĕ̶̲ ̵͈̓t̴̡̐ô̴̻ ̶̘̒ş̷̍ť̷̨r̸͜͝i̸̱͂k̵͖̾ę̷̀.̴͎̽.̶̱͒.̴̰̄
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| S I X | | 2 4 | | F E M A L E |

| S U B J E C T | | U N S U R E |
| s ᴜ ʙ ᴊ ᴇ ᴄ ᴛ # : 666 |

ᴀ ᴘ ᴘ ᴇ ᴀ ʀ ᴀ ɴ ᴄ ᴇ ᴅ ɪ s ᴄ ʀ ɪ ᴘ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ
↳ Six is a fit woman, standing at 5' 7" in height. She weighs 117 pounds. Her eyes are a neutral gray. Her skin is pale, a result of not leaving the facility for a long time. Her hair is raven black. Six has very few scars on her body, and there are hardly signs of any tampering done to her. To anybody not familiar with Six, they'd see a normal girl in a not so normal situation. Her preference of clothing is simple and practical. She prefers tank tops or t-shirts, and either cargo pants or jeans. The only things that are a constant with her, is a silver chain link bracelet that she wears on her left wrist, and a pair of ear cuffs that run along the helices of both her ears.

ʜ ɪ s ᴛ ᴏ ʀ ʏ

↳Co̷̤͗́̃̑̂̕ṇ̶̨̧̯̉͆̀͘͝fidenti̵͈͛̉̔͗͘ͅal Log̵͍͔͉̻͗ͅ: Subject #666 Acquisition

Six was luckier than most of the other subjects, or unluckier depending on perspective. Her powers didn't develop until quite she had already had a taste of life. Six had time living a normal life until she was twelve years old. She had friends. She loved her parents. And she had ambitions she wanted to see through when she got older. Things changed one day when she got si̸̱̪̐̒͜ck̸͕̱̮͑͊̂̂̑̋, just the common flu. Her parents had noticed her body temperature was abnormally high, so they brought her to the hospital. When a nurse took her temperature to confirm the parents' reports, she immediately called for a doctor. The parents hardly had any time to ask what was going on by the time Six was rushed off into an emergency ward.

Our luckily for us, our agents were in the very same hospital collecting another subject. They saw a golden opportunity, and stepped in to col̵̬̒l̵̟̮̖̇͆ͅect̸̮͎̠͇̿͐͆͂ Six as well. The agents paid the staff handling Six handsomely to keep their actions quiet. For hours, Six's parents waited outside of the ER. When the doctor stepped out, they immediately jumped from their seats. The doctor reported Six had succumbed to the sickness, and dię̷̨̺̗̭̦͐͐̑̌d̷̠̥̀͝.. Six's parents were devastated, and when they were asked if they could see her body, they were denied. The doctor had fabricated a story that Six was highly contagious, and she hadn't been infected by the common flu at all. All records surrounding Six's faked death have been altered to correlate with the doctor's report.

Six underwent a standard data wiping procedure once she arrived at the facility. At first, she behaved like every other subject. But failed experiments of course had to lead to further data wipes. After her tẖ̴̪̣̠̲͘ĩ̵̳͇̜̞̰͆͐́́r̷̛͉̙͔̅̓͂̾d wip̷̛̗̣̾ȇ̷̬̅̍͘, Six began exhibiting aggressive behavior and signs that she is remembering bits and pieces of her past. At the time, her fledgling powers were still enough to warrant caution around her. But as she grew older, those powers strengthened, and Six has had to have been forced into tighter and tighter security to maintain the Pȓ̵̨̯̼̘̑͋̋ó̵̢̡̟͉̗̣̇̀ǰ̴̺̄̑͊ecẗ̸̢̰̠́'̵̭̄̈́͗s̶̰̣̜̯̤̀ integrity.

Six has had to have her memory wiped nỉ̴̪͍̟͙̤͑̾͂n̷͓̜̥̙̦͛̎e ti̵̢͚̻̲̗͋̃ḿ̷̜̯̣̪̈́ȇ̵̡̤̏͠s now. Only days after each wipe, Six seems to remember more and more about herself. Her resistance to the wiping process has the whole fà̸̺̺̑͝č̴̳̭͌͆̀͊̚͜ilit̶̨̥̱̹̝͓̓̒̏͗̏y̵̟̥͓̦̔͋͆̋ questioning its efficacy. However, the only other subject to resist a data wipe was #̵̡͙͓̺̫̦̏͋̉͠0̴̨̰̠͆͝00. The leading theory is because of the age Six was when we collected her. The rest of the sũ̷̮̘̬̙̣̂͑̑b̸̨͎̯͙̾͊͘j̷̛̛̥͚̓̍̈́̄ec̶̡̙̪͚̲̜͘t̸̛̝͉̫͇͗̑̈́s show no abnormalities after a data wipe. However, Six has shown great potential to move into the next phase of the Project, so we will press on with her. All we need now is her cơ̴̺̻̫̱̲̮̿͌͘͠ǫ̷̭̪̮͔͛̽̎̃́͜p̶̤̓̈͂ę̷̥̟̗̝̮͂̽͒̍̂̌ŗ̴͇̘̜̮̿̏͆͛ati̸̡̛͖͕̓o̸͎̖͇͐̆̾ņ̴̗͖͉̻̔.

I̷̪̺̻͈̮͋̓̈́͠'̵͖̮̭̂͗͂͛ͅl̴̺̓͒̂̀l̵͖͗ ̴͔̜̆̏̃̔̅̌g̴̪͈͔̼̖̑̀̆͒̚e̵̢̺͍͊̊̀͐̕t̷̡̨̫͎̠͎͊͆̇͆͋ ̷̩͔̗̟͊́̓̄͒u̸̼̅̀͘͠͝s̸̨̲̰̅͒ ̵̣̭̂̋͂͝ä̵̞͓̻̗̱́̆̀̀͌́ͅl̷̡̧͈͖̰̈́͛l̷͎͕̥̃ ̴̗̣̞͙̘̞̋o̴̻̙͍͔͗̃́̉̽ư̵̖̪̊t̷̝̯̱͋̎̀ ̷̗̆̈́͛͌͊ǫ̸͔͓̙̠͖̀̈̚f̷̡̛̤̈́͋̇͠ͅ ̵̘̀̀́̒͆h̸̘̫̪̳͔̤̑é̸̞̿́͠ͅr̶̠̠̱͆͌̈́͊͊e̴͚̦͉̘͊͜,̸̬̻̌͝ ̵̡̞͓̹͙̓͑̃͘Z̸͚̭̲̜̎̋͜e̸̪̙̎ȓ̶̺̣͠͝o̸̼̅.̷̞̱̓͐͜

ᴘ ᴏ ᴡ ᴇ ʀ

↳WARNING: Triple-6 must not be exposed to sunlight or moonlight except for experimental purposes.

Triple-Six appears to have powers that are synchronized with the type of natural light that makes contact with her body. Direct contact made with either sunlight or moonlight drastically alter the properties of her powers. When in sunlight, Six can control the ambient temperature around her to create fire from nothing. She can control this flame with ease, as though it were an extension to her own body. When exposed to sunlight, Six seems completely unfazed by heat, and can withstand temperatures that could melt steel. The hotter the ambient temperature, the faster she can create fire and the hotter it'll be.

When under moonlight, Six's powers reverse. Instead of being able to rapidly heat the air around her, she can rapidly cool it. Moonlight allows Six to snap freeze objects and create shards of ice by utilizing the moisture in the air. Six shows signs of being able to create ice from water sources as well, which makes her very dangerous in the night, since she can freeze and manipulate the water that makes up a large portion of the human body. When in contact with moonlight, Six does not feel the cold. In colder temperatures, her ability to snap freeze objects becomes much, much faster.

Additionally, astronomical events seem to have an effect on her powers. The most common and easily observable event is the monthly full moon. If Six is exposed to a full moon, her ability to manipulate ice magnifies. Her sphere of influence nearly doubles, and ambient temperature around her has been seen to suddenly drop as far down as -30° Celsius. Another astronomical event, which are thankfully much rarer, are solar flares. Regardless of the time of day, solar flares heighten Six's power with fire. If combined with direct sunlight, a solar flare can turn her flames blue, and sometimes even white. Her body heat drastically rises, causing heat ripples in the air. Making contact with her body can cause severe burns.

A clear indication that her powers are active are when the irises of her eyes are glowing. When in sunlight, her irises turn orange. In moonlight, her irises turn to an icy blue. The brighter her eyes glow, the more potent her powers are. Six's power has been labelled as 'Astral-Elemental Synchronicity'. Triple-6's power has the potential to be extremely destructive, and it is because of this factor that she remain very controlled and constantly under watch. Her potential for weaponization is great, and should we find a proper method to control her, Triple-Six could easily see usage on the battlefield.

WARNING: Triple-6 must not be exposed sunlight or moonlight except for experimental purposes.

ᴀ ʟ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ᴀ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ
↳ Six has few visible alterations. The ear cuffs running the helices of her ears serve a number of purposes. The first purpose is as a method of tracking Six's location at all times. Additionally, they monitor Six's internal body temperature, and ambient temperature around her. If either become too high, or too low, they send a signal to an auto-injector in Six's arm, which applies a dose of fast acting knock-out chemicals to subdue her. Six's varying body temperatures have made implants difficult to put in her. It seems the helices of her ears are on of the few places that see the least change in temperature, likely because of the ear being cartilage. The auto injector in her arm has to be replaced whenever Six does see exposure to natural light, as it simply can't handle the extreme temperatures her body can reach.

ᴘ ᴇ ʀ s ᴏ ɴ ᴀ ʟ ɪ ᴛ ʏ
↳ It was a coincidence that her subject number was 666, but it certainly is fitting. Six is a very difficult individual to control. She has had to have a data wipe nine times since she was brought into the project. Her attitude is constantly rebellious, like she is somehow regaining fragments of her m̸̘̓ẻ̷̡m̵͖͛o̷̟̓r̶͚͝y̶͖̑ from before her data wipes. Six shows signs of contempt to nearly all facility staff. She recognizes the devastating potential of her powers, and if she sees a window of opportunity to make a problem for them, she doesn't hesitate. This has led to Six being under very heavy watch. She is often kept in seclusion for long periods of time. Six has lost her name after having had so many data wipes. To further this, all records of her name have been expunged and replaced by her subject number. She recognizes 'Triple-6' or simply 'Six' as her name now.

It seems her personality has a constant, no matter how many times we wipe her memory and strip her of her identity, she seems to remember things she isn't supposed to. Every instance of Six has shown an interest in astronomy, likely as a way to better understand her power. Since we wish to understand her power as well, we have accepted the common interest and provided Six with reading material on astronomy. She reads frequently during her isolation periods. We notice a marked improvement on Six's behavior and cooperation when we promise to let her outside, even if her excursions outdoors or brief and strictly controlled. While she seems happier and more eager to work along with us when we let her outside, we have prepared for the eventuality when Six attempts to escape. It is quite clear that she spends her time outside studying the terrain surrounding the facility. As with all of our subjects, Six is quite intelligent, and she has been observed probing the facility's security measures.

When she is uncooperative and attempts to cause a commotion, Six is seen holding back at times. She is testing us. Studying our reaction times. The speed and limitations of her implants. The sheer extent of her powers. She is always eager to carry out experiments involving her power, likely so she can gather data for herself as well. We have notified the board that Six will inevitably make a move. It is just a question of when that will happen, and how devastating will it be to the rest of the Project.

It seems that she is rather warm and friendly to the other subjects. Given her tendency to probe the security of the facility, it is possible she might be looking for allies. It is hard to say for certain, as her conversations with the other subjects are usually banter and hardly serious. Many of the staff in the facility don't like working with Six, mainly because of her rebellious, and dangerous, behavior. There are a few scientists that press on however, and it seems Six has a preference to deal with them over the others.

P̵̢̢͍̝̜͍̰̪̘͍̃͌̾̎̒̌͌̒͋ͅro̵̗̟̟͈̗̤͌͂͝ject Infatil̶̛̖̭̪̤̤̞͓̩̣̯̺͉̦͇̲͇͎̟̅̎̉̂̉̚ͅ

Woohoo! I will start writing Six's intro post once I've cleaned up from work

The Rogue Planet Incident

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P̵̢̢͍̝̜͍̰̪̘͍̃͌̾̎̒̌͌̒͋ͅro̵̗̟̟͈̗̤͌͂͝ject Infatil̶̛̖̭̪̤̤̞͓̩̣̯̺͉̦͇̲͇͎̟̅̎̉̂̉̚ͅ

Here she is! I'm looking forward to hear feedback, and the ultimate decision on if she is accepted or not!

Subject Triple-6

Ẉ̸̿a̶͙͝i̸̲͂t̵͕͠i̴̯͋n̷͕̔g̴͈̚ ̴͓͊f̶̭̿ơ̵̰ŗ̷́ ̶̬̏t̷̰̑h̸͚̓e̷͙͆ ̸̣̓r̵̘̐i̸̪͝g̷̢͠ḫ̵͝t̶̡̊ ̵̯̒ẗ̶͚i̶͇̽ṃ̴̏ĕ̶̲ ̵͈̓t̴̡̐ô̴̻ ̶̘̒ş̷̍ť̷̨r̸͜͝i̸̱͂k̵͖̾ę̷̀.̴͎̽.̶̱͒.̴̰̄
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| S I X | | 2 4 | | F E M A L E |

| S U B J E C T | | U N S U R E |
| s ᴜ ʙ ᴊ ᴇ ᴄ ᴛ # : 666 |

ᴀ ᴘ ᴘ ᴇ ᴀ ʀ ᴀ ɴ ᴄ ᴇ ᴅ ɪ s ᴄ ʀ ɪ ᴘ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ
↳ Six is a fit woman, standing at 5' 7" in height. She weighs 117 pounds. Her eyes are a neutral gray. Her skin is pale, a result of not leaving the facility for a long time. Her hair is raven black. Six has very few scars on her body, and there are hardly signs of any tampering done to her. To anybody not familiar with Six, they'd see a normal girl in a not so normal situation. Her preference of clothing is simple and practical. She prefers tank tops or t-shirts, and either cargo pants or jeans. The only things that are a constant with her, is a silver chain link bracelet that she wears on her left wrist, and a pair of ear cuffs that run along the helices of both her ears.

ʜ ɪ s ᴛ ᴏ ʀ ʏ

↳Co̷̤͗́̃̑̂̕ṇ̶̨̧̯̉͆̀͘͝fidenti̵͈͛̉̔͗͘ͅal Log̵͍͔͉̻͗ͅ: Subject #666 Acquisition

Six was luckier than most of the other subjects, or unluckier depending on perspective. Her powers didn't develop until quite she had already had a taste of life. Six had time living a normal life until she was twelve years old. She had friends. She loved her parents. And she had ambitions she wanted to see through when she got older. Things changed one day when she got si̸̱̪̐̒͜ck̸͕̱̮͑͊̂̂̑̋, just the common flu. Her parents had noticed her body temperature was abnormally high, so they brought her to the hospital. When a nurse took her temperature to confirm the parents' reports, she immediately called for a doctor. The parents hardly had any time to ask what was going on by the time Six was rushed off into an emergency ward.

Our luckily for us, our agents were in the very same hospital collecting another subject. They saw a golden opportunity, and stepped in to col̵̬̒l̵̟̮̖̇͆ͅect̸̮͎̠͇̿͐͆͂ Six as well. The agents paid the staff handling Six handsomely to keep their actions quiet. For hours, Six's parents waited outside of the ER. When the doctor stepped out, they immediately jumped from their seats. The doctor reported Six had succumbed to the sickness, and dię̷̨̺̗̭̦͐͐̑̌d̷̠̥̀͝.. Six's parents were devastated, and when they were asked if they could see her body, they were denied. The doctor had fabricated a story that Six was highly contagious, and she hadn't been infected by the common flu at all. All records surrounding Six's faked death have been altered to correlate with the doctor's report.

Six underwent a standard data wiping procedure once she arrived at the facility. At first, she behaved like every other subject. But failed experiments of course had to lead to further data wipes. After her tẖ̴̪̣̠̲͘ĩ̵̳͇̜̞̰͆͐́́r̷̛͉̙͔̅̓͂̾d wip̷̛̗̣̾ȇ̷̬̅̍͘, Six began exhibiting aggressive behavior and signs that she is remembering bits and pieces of her past. At the time, her fledgling powers were still enough to warrant caution around her. But as she grew older, those powers strengthened, and Six has had to have been forced into tighter and tighter security to maintain the Pȓ̵̨̯̼̘̑͋̋ó̵̢̡̟͉̗̣̇̀ǰ̴̺̄̑͊ecẗ̸̢̰̠́'̵̭̄̈́͗s̶̰̣̜̯̤̀ integrity.

Six has had to have her memory wiped nỉ̴̪͍̟͙̤͑̾͂n̷͓̜̥̙̦͛̎e ti̵̢͚̻̲̗͋̃ḿ̷̜̯̣̪̈́ȇ̵̡̤̏͠s now. Only days after each wipe, Six seems to remember more and more about herself. Her resistance to the wiping process has the whole fà̸̺̺̑͝č̴̳̭͌͆̀͊̚͜ilit̶̨̥̱̹̝͓̓̒̏͗̏y̵̟̥͓̦̔͋͆̋ questioning its efficacy. However, the only other subject to resist a data wipe was #̵̡͙͓̺̫̦̏͋̉͠0̴̨̰̠͆͝00. The leading theory is because of the age Six was when we collected her. The rest of the sũ̷̮̘̬̙̣̂͑̑b̸̨͎̯͙̾͊͘j̷̛̛̥͚̓̍̈́̄ec̶̡̙̪͚̲̜͘t̸̛̝͉̫͇͗̑̈́s show no abnormalities after a data wipe. However, Six has shown great potential to move into the next phase of the Project, so we will press on with her. All we need now is her cơ̴̺̻̫̱̲̮̿͌͘͠ǫ̷̭̪̮͔͛̽̎̃́͜p̶̤̓̈͂ę̷̥̟̗̝̮͂̽͒̍̂̌ŗ̴͇̘̜̮̿̏͆͛ati̸̡̛͖͕̓o̸͎̖͇͐̆̾ņ̴̗͖͉̻̔.

I̷̪̺̻͈̮͋̓̈́͠'̵͖̮̭̂͗͂͛ͅl̴̺̓͒̂̀l̵͖͗ ̴͔̜̆̏̃̔̅̌g̴̪͈͔̼̖̑̀̆͒̚e̵̢̺͍͊̊̀͐̕t̷̡̨̫͎̠͎͊͆̇͆͋ ̷̩͔̗̟͊́̓̄͒u̸̼̅̀͘͠͝s̸̨̲̰̅͒ ̵̣̭̂̋͂͝ä̵̞͓̻̗̱́̆̀̀͌́ͅl̷̡̧͈͖̰̈́͛l̷͎͕̥̃ ̴̗̣̞͙̘̞̋o̴̻̙͍͔͗̃́̉̽ư̵̖̪̊t̷̝̯̱͋̎̀ ̷̗̆̈́͛͌͊ǫ̸͔͓̙̠͖̀̈̚f̷̡̛̤̈́͋̇͠ͅ ̵̘̀̀́̒͆h̸̘̫̪̳͔̤̑é̸̞̿́͠ͅr̶̠̠̱͆͌̈́͊͊e̴͚̦͉̘͊͜,̸̬̻̌͝ ̵̡̞͓̹͙̓͑̃͘Z̸͚̭̲̜̎̋͜e̸̪̙̎ȓ̶̺̣͠͝o̸̼̅.̷̞̱̓͐͜

ᴘ ᴏ ᴡ ᴇ ʀ

↳WARNING: Triple-6 must not be exposed to sunlight or moonlight except for experimental purposes.

Triple-Six appears to have powers that are synchronized with the type of natural light that makes contact with her body. Direct contact made with either sunlight or moonlight drastically alter the properties of her powers. When in sunlight, Six can control the ambient temperature around her to create fire from nothing. She can control this flame with ease, as though it were an extension to her own body. When exposed to sunlight, Six seems completely unfazed by heat, and can withstand temperatures that could melt steel. The hotter the ambient temperature, the faster she can create fire and the hotter it'll be.

When under moonlight, Six's powers reverse. Instead of being able to rapidly heat the air around her, she can rapidly cool it. Moonlight allows Six to snap freeze objects and create shards of ice by utilizing the moisture in the air. Six shows signs of being able to create ice from water sources as well, which makes her very dangerous in the night, since she can freeze and manipulate the water that makes up a large portion of the human body. When in contact with moonlight, Six does not feel the cold. In colder temperatures, her ability to snap freeze objects becomes much, much faster.

Additionally, astronomical events seem to have an effect on her powers. The most common and easily observable event is the monthly full moon. If Six is exposed to a full moon, her ability to manipulate ice magnifies. Her sphere of influence nearly doubles, and ambient temperature around her has been seen to suddenly drop as far down as -30° Celsius. Another astronomical event, which are thankfully much rarer, are solar flares. Regardless of the time of day, solar flares heighten Six's power with fire. If combined with direct sunlight, a solar flare can turn her flames blue, and sometimes even white. Her body heat drastically rises, causing heat ripples in the air. Making contact with her body can cause severe burns.

A clear indication that her powers are active are when the irises of her eyes are glowing. When in sunlight, her irises turn orange. In moonlight, her irises turn to an icy blue. The brighter her eyes glow, the more potent her powers are. Six's power has been labelled as 'Astral-Elemental Synchronicity'. Triple-6's power has the potential to be extremely destructive, and it is because of this factor that she remain very controlled and constantly under watch. Her potential for weaponization is great, and should we find a proper method to control her, Triple-Six could easily see usage on the battlefield.

WARNING: Triple-6 must not be exposed sunlight or moonlight except for experimental purposes.

ᴀ ʟ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ᴀ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ
↳ Six has few visible alterations. The ear cuffs running the helices of her ears serve a number of purposes. The first purpose is as a method of tracking Six's location at all times. Additionally, they monitor Six's internal body temperature, and ambient temperature around her. If either become too high, or too low, they send a signal to an auto-injector in Six's arm, which applies a dose of fast acting knock-out chemicals to subdue her. Six's varying body temperatures have made implants difficult to put in her. It seems the helices of her ears are on of the few places that see the least change in temperature, likely because of the ear being cartilage. The auto injector in her arm has to be replaced whenever Six does see exposure to natural light, as it simply can't handle the extreme temperatures her body can reach.

ᴘ ᴇ ʀ s ᴏ ɴ ᴀ ʟ ɪ ᴛ ʏ
↳ It was a coincidence that her subject number was 666, but it certainly is fitting. Six is a very difficult individual to control. She has had to have a data wipe nine times since she was brought into the project. Her attitude is constantly rebellious, like she is somehow regaining fragments of her m̸̘̓ẻ̷̡m̵͖͛o̷̟̓r̶͚͝y̶͖̑ from before her data wipes. Six shows signs of contempt to nearly all facility staff. She recognizes the devastating potential of her powers, and if she sees a window of opportunity to make a problem for them, she doesn't hesitate. This has led to Six being under very heavy watch. She is often kept in seclusion for long periods of time. Six has lost her name after having had so many data wipes. To further this, all records of her name have been expunged and replaced by her subject number. She recognizes 'Triple-6' or simply 'Six' as her name now.

It seems her personality has a constant, no matter how many times we wipe her memory and strip her of her identity, she seems to remember things she isn't supposed to. Every instance of Six has shown an interest in astronomy, likely as a way to better understand her power. Since we wish to understand her power as well, we have accepted the common interest and provided Six with reading material on astronomy. She reads frequently during her isolation periods. We notice a marked improvement on Six's behavior and cooperation when we promise to let her outside, even if her excursions outdoors or brief and strictly controlled. While she seems happier and more eager to work along with us when we let her outside, we have prepared for the eventuality when Six attempts to escape. It is quite clear that she spends her time outside studying the terrain surrounding the facility. As with all of our subjects, Six is quite intelligent, and she has been observed probing the facility's security measures.

When she is uncooperative and attempts to cause a commotion, Six is seen holding back at times. She is testing us. Studying our reaction times. The speed and limitations of her implants. The sheer extent of her powers. She is always eager to carry out experiments involving her power, likely so she can gather data for herself as well. We have notified the board that Six will inevitably make a move. It is just a question of when that will happen, and how devastating will it be to the rest of the Project.

It seems that she is rather warm and friendly to the other subjects. Given her tendency to probe the security of the facility, it is possible she might be looking for allies. It is hard to say for certain, as her conversations with the other subjects are usually banter and hardly serious. Many of the staff in the facility don't like working with Six, mainly because of her rebellious, and dangerous, behavior. There are a few scientists that press on however, and it seems Six has a preference to deal with them over the others.

The Rogue Planet Incident

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P̵̢̢͍̝̜͍̰̪̘͍̃͌̾̎̒̌͌̒͋ͅro̵̗̟̟͈̗̤͌͂͝ject Infatil̶̛̖̭̪̤̤̞͓̩̣̯̺͉̦͇̲͇͎̟̅̎̉̂̉̚ͅ

I hope there's still room! My interest has most certainly been garnered!

The Rogue Planet Incident

The Rogue Planet Incident

When the Odyssey left Earth's orbit, everything felt surreal. The crew of the ship stood on the observation deck, watching as their blue pearl shrunk in size. They knew the world was watching them, cheering them on, praying for a safe journey and a safe return. It was the day when humanity would test its first interstellar jump drive, the Fold Wave Manipulator. Everything started off smoothly. Humanity would finally leave the familiar territory of the Solar System. Their eyes were set on Alpha Centauri, to explore alien worlds and lead humanity into a new era.

The Fold Wave Manipulator worked. The local space around the Odyssey began to twist, turn, and finally engulf the ship. In only a matter of hours, the ship would be 4.7 light years away from the Sun. When the ship emerged from Fold Space, they weren't graced by the light of a new star. Not entirely at least. The Fold Wave Manipulator had detected a gravitational anomaly while navigating Fold Space, and performed an emergency exit. The crew was glad that their untested drive kept them alive, but they weren't entirely aware of the danger they had emerged next to. The Fold Wave Manipulator had exited Fold Space two light years too early. Alpha Centauri was still just another dot in the black void. While the crew tried to prepare the ship for another jump, the ship's computer warned them of a gravitational influence that made the Fold Wave Manipulator unable to function. That was when the crew turned their eyes to their scanners, then to the windows and observation ports. They had entered into a unstable orbit over a starless planet that had been drifting for millions of years. A rogue planet.

The ship only had enough fuel to set itself into a stable orbit around one of Alpha Centauri's planets, and escape again on the return trip to Earth. The rogue planet's gravitational influence was so strong that escaping would mean the Odyssey would have no fuel to return to Earth. They were trapped and cut off from communications with Earth. It'd only be a matter of days until the Odyssey would crash land on the surface of the rogue planet. It was up to the crew of the Odyssey to survive, and find a way home. Luckily, the Odyssey was crewed by Earth's best and brightest. Scientists and engineers of many different fields, pilots and soldiers from every corner of the Earth, and leaders handpicked to adapt to any scenario. The crew of the Odyssey will not be beaten.

The Premise

So! First off, thank you for reading this interest check! This has been an idea floating around in my head for a while. I'm aiming for this to be a sort of survival horror on a planet with no sun. Beyond the lights of Odyssey, things on the surface are pitch black and frozen over. There is an atmosphere capable of sustaining human life. And if it can sustain humans, than it is likely that it can sustain something else as well! While this is first and foremost a survival horror story, there will be equal parts action and exploration. At least, that is the intent. The Odyssey had a crew of two hundred, with people ranging from a variety of skills and professions. The tech level is futuristic, we're talking magnetic weapons and even some energy weapons as well. There will be power armored suits, and if people want, even combat mechs a la Armored Core, Full Metal Panic, or Front Mission.

The GM

Here's the catch... I have a bit of a track record of hosting RPs that never really get off the ground, or lose steam quite early on. So that said, I'm looking for somebody else to GM this RP instead. I would much rather be the Co-GM, and help build a world for the RP to take place in. I could advise the GM on plot points in the story that might be important, and help guide the party through a long and successful adventure! So that's the hope!

The Players

While there are many people aboard the Odyssey currently, that population will be quick to fall. I intend to kick off the RP with the Odyssey crashing into the surface of the rogue planet. So many of the crew will die. The players are obviously the survivors. I don't intend on killing off all the crew but the players, so there will be NPCs that need to be auto'd. I will allow for players to freely come up with side characters to help along with interactions, development, and also to generally be red shirts for when chaos ensues. That said, I want to keep a count on how many of the crew are left standing in total. So don't go crazy with killing everybody off for dramatic effect. :P

Myself and the volunteer GM included, I will allow a maximum party size of 10, but would preferably want 6 or 7. The characters should have a good spread of skills to tackle a variety of situations. Keep in mind though, that myself and the GM will constructively criticize the application CS's. If something doesn't make the cut initially, don't fret. Edit the character, and consult with me or the GM in private until the character is up to snuff. THIS IS NOT FIRST COME FIRST SERVE! If two characters fill the exact same role, one will end up being chosen over the other. If you aren't picked, feel free to make a CS for a different role.

Now! With that out of the way, do we have any takers? And is there anybody willing to GM this RP?

NEON GODS [Japanese Country Cyberpunk]

Serrice Ward, the Arms Dealer

Serrice Ward

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DISCLAIMER: All art is made and owned by RaikoArt, the character is Tess.

"Are those M16's? Those things are almost a century old. Why don't I hook you up with something a little more modern? Some of the stuff I can get you would make those M16's look like BB guns."

Name
Serrice Ward

Age
24

Sex
Female

Nationality
Canadian

Languages Spoken
English [Fluent]
French [Fluent]
Japanese [Advanced]
Serrice can understand all other modern languages through the use of her SpeechMaster Implant, but she cannot speak them.

Cybernetic Enhancements
SpeechMaster LX - This implant is a small chip located in the ears that records languages and translates them into the wearer's native language. While it only serves the purpose of allowing the wearer to understand other languages, its data can be downloaded onto a computer for later studying and learning. This implant is popular for its ease of use and low cost, making it accessible to the masses. What separates the LX from the standard edition implants, is that it can be customized with new languages, whether they be officially recognized by the world, or a homebrew language shared between a small group.

Arm Scout 3rd Gen - These are ocular implants not much different from other sight enhancing augments. They improve eye sight, allow for better night vision and limited zoom. The Arm Scout's advantages over more common and cheaper ocular implants are focused on firearms. The implants are directly connected to the world's firearm database, allowing the Arm Scouts to identify and provide information on any cataloged firearm. The latest 3rd Generation model of the Arm Scout, identifies modern weapons, and attempts to interface with the firearm's onboard computer. If the weapon's data isn't properly encoded, the 3rd Generation Arm Scouts can provide 'active information' to the wearer, such as the weapon's current ammo count, the safety status, the last time the weapon has been given maintenance, and if there is a bullet currently in the chamber. Additionally, if the safety is off and the Arm Scout can interface with the weapon, it can then show the wearer, in real time, the direction and trajectory of the weapon. 3rd Generation Arm Scouts are very new, not even three months on the market. Arm Scouts are favored by arms dealers.

HoloPalm - A simple augmentation located in the palm of Serrice's left hand. It allows her to create holographic projections with her palm. Obviously, Serrice can't always carry around the hardware her company sells. The HoloPalm allows Serrice to show her stock to buyers without the need to struggle with customs. She can easily show off a new rifle or suit of full body armor. Better yet, small sensors linked to the holopalm in Serrice's fingertips, she can manipulate the holograms, rotate them, and pull parts away from the projection to showcase components and interiors of her products.

Property

Schwertkämpfer P633
A modern semi-auto pistol made by the German company Schwertkämpfer Arms, a young sister company to Sauer & Sohn. The pistols is chambered in .45 ACP and can carry a magazine of 12 rounds (plus one in the chamber). Serrice's personal P633 has a white slide, equipped with hologram sights mounted on a picatinny rail. The onboard computer in the P633 interfaces with Serrice's Arm Scout, allowing her to keep updated on the ammo count of her weapon. If she needs to, Serrice can rely on her Arm Scout to provide trajectory information for a more accurate shot. That said, Serrice uses the weapon for personal defense.

Spoofed ID
The very identification that managed to get Serrice and her brother out of Canada, and into Japan. The ID shares her face, but it can be modified to alter her information, such as her name, date of birth, country of origin, etc. Serrice and her brother paid quite a large amount of money from their arms dealing in Canada to hire a skilled hacker capable of spoofing the IDs to appear official.

Appearance
Serrice is a fit, pale girl with long blonde hair. She often dresses in fancy clothing when not on business, and more enticing clothing when working with a client. Her icey blue eyes are highlighted by bits of HUD data from her ocular implants. She has a tattoo on her right thigh, a garter with an old baretta resting in it.

Personality Traits
Calm
Approachable
Confident
Witty
Punctual
Knowledgeable (Weapons, Armor)

Background
Serrice was born and raised in Canada along with her older brother. Her parents weren't anybody of importance, even less so in Serrice's rise. She wasn't anybody special growing up, just another pretty girl in a middle class family. Serrice went through all the normal phases, a darling when she was a child, a rebel when she was a teen, and a bachelor living paycheck to paycheck when she was a young adult. She was never sure what she wanted to do when she was older, so she ended up taking out student loans for college and university to go through courses she thought might interest her. While she made it through all of them, Serrice was never too keen on the field by the end. This of course resulted in Serrice being buried in student debt, with nothing to show for it.

Her older brother was far more rebellious than she was. He had fallen in with the wrong crowds, and might have slipped on the opposite ends of the law on occasion. But Serrice saw the money he had, and figured he might be able to provide a solution for her debt. One day, she approached her brother, and asked if he could show her how to make the money he was making. Serrice found out that her brother was selling handguns and machine pistols to local gangs and wannabe hitmen. It intimidated her at first, but after she and her brother made their first joint deal with a corrupt businessman, she was hooked. They had managed to get their hands on a pair of ultra modern handguns, fresh in the market. The corpo who they sold the guns to, paid double to keep the entire affair hush hush. In just one deal, Serrice had already managed to make a huge dent in her debt. Things changed when a deal went south with a powerful group of local mobsters. Serrice's brother was beat after the kingpin claimed their price was too high for the quality of the guns. They had grabbed Serrice, and tried to take her to another room. In a panic to protect himself and his younger sister, Serrice's brother pulled an autopistol, and cut down the gangsters. Knowing that they hadn't seen the end of this, Serrice's brother took her and all of their money, and ran.

Her parents were obviously concerned, and had the police looking for them. But they never realized that their children had already left the country with spoofed identities. They ended up in Japan, masking their presence among the waves of immigrants flooding into the country. But it was a difficult transition. Neither of them knew Japanese, and they had no connections to start doing what they did best. Nevertheless, the siblings went to work, once again dealing arms on the street level to Yakuza remnants and other gangs. As months passed, the two had worked up the creds to get some implants that'd make their lives easier. The first implant Serrice got was a SpeechMaster implant to help her better understand their Japanese clients. She was glad that the second language in Japan is English. Next was a HoloPalm augment, simple enough, but it meant that Serrice didn't need to carry weapons around with her all the time to make a deal. Things were beginning to go smooth for the siblings. Their influence had grown to a respectable amount, and they managed to out compete some other arms dealers on the streets. Their clients got bigger and better, but that also meant their names became more widespread too.

Serrice had heard of the Sycamore crime family, but she hadn't yet dealt with them. The siblings had expanded further, reaching Sycamore turf. It wasn't long before they were approached by a man representing the Sycamores. He game then two choices. Work for the Sycamores, or leave the city. Relocating wasn't in the cards for them now, so the choice was clear. They had to start giving the Sycamores a cut of their income. At the time, Serrice had no idea that her brother was undercutting the Sycamores and keeping some money for himself. Meanwhile, her own loyalty to the Sycamores was growing. She was giving the family more of her share than what was agreed upon, and that helped build a rapport with them. A divide began to grow between Serrice and her brother. As a gesture of goodwill, the Sycamores even paid for an advanced augmentation for Serrice, state of the art Arm Scout cybereyes. Her brother warned her not to go through with the augmentation, but Serrice didn't listen to her. She accepted the augments.

Not long after she had the cybereyes installed, the Sycamores discovered the large secret savings Serrice's brother had been building. They were furious. Serrice and her brother were brought before the don. The don suggested first that they take both the money and one of Serrice's cybereyes as recompense and punishment. But her brother explained she had no part in his undercutting, that it was all him. It was the truth, but it certainly didn't improve matters. Serrice's brother was pulled from the room. He yelled, kicked, and punched helplessly as the heavily augmented mobster dragged him away. Serrice never saw her brother again. The don went back to Serrice, and said that for her brother's disloyalty, she would need to make up for his profits, and pay them back for the cybereyes, or else they'd be ripped out from her.

By the time she left the Sycamores' residence, her bank account had already been hacked and drained entirely. But even with the money they took back from her and her brother, she was still very short of what she needed to pay back the eyes, as well as maintain her brother's cut. She knew she'd need to make larger scale deals, and work above street level arms trade.

Skills
Arms Trade
Serrice has been selling weapons and armor for a a few years now, and has acquired a fair amount of knowledge in her field. When people come to her looking for something, she knows what they need, and how to get it. Her Arm Scout cybereyes help with this, but over time, she has learned for herself what is bad, what is good, and what is great.

Connections
Her work has allowed Serrice to meet a colorful variety of individuals. She knows some very dangerous people, some of which she has supplied before. Serrice keeps some of these connections loyal by making them preferred clients, offering them discounts for her wares and choosing to supply them over their competition (that they know of). If there is a service that Serrice can't provide by herself, then she will point you to somebody who can.

A Pretty Face and a Quick Mind
In her trade, one needs to be charming enough to break the ice, and witty enough to work their way out of a sticky situation. Serrice does quite well in both fields, and she knows it. She likes to learn her clients, so she can find ways to sweeten the deal. Given the situation the Sycamores have put her in, Serrice isn't afraid to get close and flirt with clients to entice them into more business. She might not like it. But she understands the effectiveness.

Flaws
Debt to the Sycamores
Because of her brother's attempt at undercutting the Sycamores, Serrice has inherited all of the debt. Unfortunately, this also comes with a way to easily manipulate Serrice. The Sycamores can call Serrice at any moment and tell her to do something, usually reminding her of the consequences if she doesn't comply. This debt has spawned fear in Serrice. Her survival instinct tells her to just get whatever the Sycamores ask of her over with, and continue on her own work to free herself from them.

Untrained
Serrice might know guns, but she rarely needs to use them. On top of that, she has never learned proper ways to fight. This makes her a rather poor adversary. Anybody with any real fighting experience could easily overcome Serrice. She does carry her own pistol however, so some caution should still be advised.

Her Brother's Fate
Serrice never knew what became of her brother after the don had ordered him taken from his office. Maybe he was killed. But Serrice doesn't know for sure. Sometimes, the thought of what might have happened to her brother depresses her. If somebody knows of this weakness, they can easily manipulate her into a disadvantageous scenario by claiming they have information on her brother. The Sycamores know she wants to find out, and they often use her brother as a way of getting her to do what they want.

NEON GODS [Japanese Country Cyberpunk]

And here she is! I felt I could've done more with the background, but I was REEAALLY trying to keep it in as few paragraphs as possible. I have ideas for her though, so the rest will just have to be discovered or revealed in character! I hope you like it! If you have any concerns or nit picks with the character, let me know I can happily make edits.

Serrice Ward, the Arms Dealer

Serrice Ward

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"I've got everything you'll ever need. Weapons, body armor, vehicles, and more. For the right price, I might even be able to supply you with an army. Just remember where not to point your new toys."

Name
Serrice Ward

Age
30

Sex
Female

Nationality
Canadian

Languages Spoken
English [Fluent]
French [Fluent]
Japanese [Conversational]
Cantonese [Conversational]
Mandarin [Conversational]
Korean [Conversational]
Russian [Conversational]
Serrice can understand all other modern languages through the use of her SpeechMaster Implant, but she cannot speak them. She'll often have a translator as a part of her entourage if she knows a client doesn't speak the same languages as her.

Cybernetic Enhancements
SpeechMaster LX - This implant is a small chip located in the ears that records languages and translates them into the wearer's native language. While it only serves the purpose of allowing the wearer to understand other languages, its data can be downloaded onto a computer for later studying and learning. This implant is popular for its ease of use and low cost, making it accessible to the masses. What separates the LX from the standard edition implants, is that it can be customized with new languages, whether they be officially recognized by the world, or a homebrew language shared between a small group.

Arm Scout 3rd Gen - These are ocular implants not much different from other sight enhancing augments. They improve eye sight, allow for better night vision and limited zoom. The Arm Scout's advantages over more common and cheaper ocular implants are focused on firearms. The implants are directly connected to the world's firearm database, allowing the Arm Scouts to identify and provide information on any cataloged firearm. The latest 3rd Generation model of the Arm Scout, identifies modern weapons, and attempts to interface with the firearm's onboard computer. If the weapon's data isn't properly encoded, the 3rd Generation Arm Scouts can provide 'active information' to the wearer, such as the weapon's current ammo count, the safety status, the last time the weapon has been given maintenance, and if there is a bullet currently in the chamber. Additionally, if the safety is off and the Arm Scout can interface with the weapon, it can then show the wearer, in real time, the direction and trajectory of the weapon. 3rd Generation Arm Scouts are very new, not even three months on the market. Arm Scouts are favored by arms dealers. Larger firearms corporations often pay to have their sales representatives augmented with arm scouts to improve efficiency.

HoloPalm - A simple augmentation located in the palm of Serrice's left hand. It allows her to create holographic projections with her palm. Obviously, Serrice can't always carry around the hardware her company sells. After all, driving convoys of tanks or flying loaded attack helicopters across national airspace is a quick way to get shot at. The HoloPalm allows Serrice to show her company's stock to buyers without the need to struggle with customs. She can easily show off a new rifle, an armored personnel carrier, or even a cruise missile. Better yet, small sensors linked to the holopalm in Serrice's fingertips, she can manipulate the holograms, rotate them, and pull parts away from the projection to showcase components and interiors of her products.

Property

Schwertkämpfer P633
A modern semi-auto pistol made by the German company Schwertkämpfer Arms, a young sister company to Sauer & Sohn. The pistols is chambered in .45 ACP and can carry a magazine of 12 rounds (plus one in the chamber). Serrice's personal P633 has a white slide, equipped with hologram sights mounted on a picatinny rail. The onboard computer in the P633 interfaces with Serrice's Arm Scout, allowing her to keep updated on the ammo count of her weapon. If she needs to, Serrice can rely on her Arm Scout to provide trajectory information for a more accurate shot. That said, Serrice uses the weapon for personal defense, and would much prefer to leave the fighting to her bodyguards if and when the time comes.

The Black Card
A globally recognized credit chit often found in the possession of the elite one percent. The Black Card is hyper secure from hackers. In the event of a cyber-whizz hacking through the card's defenses, it can ping local security companies, notifying them of the location of both the card, and the location that the intrusion was detection. The black card then automatically transfers funds from the cardholder's account, and can even be programmed by the cardholder to pay a premium fee for expedited services. This extends to any service that the cardholder has subscribed to, emergency, luxury, and more. For Serrice, the black card is linked to Falcon Logistics, and has access to the company's deep pockets. Holders of the Black Card often automatically included into exclusive events, and immediately approved for VIP services.

Appearance
Serrice is a lithe, pale girl with long blonde hair. She often dresses in fancy clothing when not on business, and more enticing clothing when working with a client. She keeps herself fit in case she finds herself working in an active warzone, and needs to keep up with her bodyguards in extreme scenarios. Her icey blue eyes are highlighted by bits of HUD data from her ocular implants. She has a tattoo on her right thigh, a garter with an old baretta resting in it.

Personality Traits
Calm
Approachable
Confident
Witty
Punctual
Knowledgeable (Weapons, Armor, Military Vehicles)

Background
Serrice was born and raised in Canada along with her older brother. Her parents weren't anybody of importance, even less so in Serrice's rise. She wasn't anybody special growing up, just another pretty girl in a middle class family. Serrice went through all the normal phases, a darling when she was a child, a rebel when she was a teen, and a bachelor living paycheck to paycheck when she was a young adult. She was never sure what she wanted to do when she was older, so she ended up taking out student loans for college and university to go through courses she thought might interest her. While she made it through all of them, Serrice was never too keen on the field by the end. This of course resulted in Serrice being buried in student debt, with nothing to show for it.

Her older brother was far more rebellious than she was. He had fallen in with the wrong crowds, and might have slipped on the opposite ends of the law on occasion. But Serrice saw the money he had, and figured he might be able to provide a solution for her debt. One day, she approached her brother, and asked if he could show her how to make the money he was making. Serrice found out that her brother was selling handguns and machine pistols to local gangs and wannabe hitmen. It intimidated her at first, but after she and her brother made their first joint deal with a corrupt businessman, she was hooked. They had managed to get their hands on a pair of ultra modern handguns, fresh in the market. The corpo who they sold the guns to, paid double to keep the entire affair hush hush. In just one deal, Serrice had already managed to make a huge dent in her debt. Things changed when a deal went south with a powerful group of local mobsters. Serrice's brother was beat after the kingpin claimed their price was too high for the quality of the guns. They had grabbed Serrice, and tried to take her to another room. In a panic to protect himself and his younger sister, Serrice's brother pulled an autopistol, and cut down the gangsters. Knowing that they hadn't seen the end of this, Serrice's brother took her and all of their money, and ran.

Her parents were obviously concerned, and had the police looking for them. But they never realized that their children had already left the country with spoofed identities. They ended up in Europe, eventually catching the eyes of Europe's largest weapons dealer, a man under the alias of Falcon. Falcon was looking to expand his operations into Asia, and he needed more people familiar with the business. But beyond that, he wanted somebody young, fresh faces that hadn't been seen in the industry that he could mentor. Beyond that, the Falcon was getting old, and he wanted a successor to take his place. Most of the people in his employ either never saw his face or he couldn't trust implicitly. When he heard of two upstarts coming to Europe with nothing more than their money and the clothes on their back, starting to trade firearms in his turf, he was interested. One of the Falcon's personal assistant, one of the few people to have ever met the Falcon in person, contacted Serrice and her brother. He posed as an interested buyer for a very wealthy man, a half truth at least. When the truth was out, Serrice's brother seemed skeptical, but Serrice was on board. She reasoned that it wasn't a difficult choice, and that they could easily make good lives by working for the Falcon. After some convincing, Serrice's brother finally conceded to her tenacity. They agreed to meet the Falcon.

Years later, Serrice was the Falcon's best associate. She took to larger scale gun deals almost immediately, and had a knack for developing strong relationships for the Falcon's clientele. She learned more than just guns over the years. Her knowledge of protective armor and all kinds of vehicles expanded. Soon she was selling columns of tanks, squadrons of helicopters, and containers of cruise missiles. She went from selling small arms on the streets to gangsters and ill-intended white collars, to governments, rebellions, and private militaries. In return for her exceptional work, Falcon Logistics provided her with an entourage of talented bodyguards, hand picked veterans from all over the world to watch over her and keep her safe. He also gave his full financial backing to her, not that she was struggling with her own income. And lastly, he gave Serrice access to his operations in Asia. She had become the sole representative of Falcon Logistics in the continent, while her brother took over Europe and Africa, as well as the Falcon alias.

Japan was a hotspot for Serrice's business. With mafias constantly moving into the country, it was no surprise that they needed proper supply lines to keep themselves going. Turf wars weren't an uncommon thing as the country soon became flooded by a number of feuding crime families. Most of the business went through the Sycamore family, who had made a fortune of their own on gun running. Serrice knew that she could extend an offer to the Sycamores. She supplies the arms, and they run them to wherever they need to go. Customs would be the Sycamores' problem, and they practically owned the port she'd ship the weapons to. It was the perfect time to expand into Japan, and Serrice knew she had to move before rival dealers beat her to it.

Skills
Lord of War
As a successful arms dealer, Serrice is well versed in hardware designed for war. With the assistance of her Arm Scout augmentation, there isn't a weapon that Serrice doesn't know (unless it isn't listed on the database). She might share her assets with allies if its suits her. If somebody needs hardware, Serrice can likely supply them.

Wealthy
Serrice is rich. Very rich. Her bank account was built on her own success as an arms dealer, and is backed up by the company she works for, Falcon Logistics. There is rarely a situation that Serrice can't buy her way out of.

Connections
Her work has taken Serrice across the globe. While she deals with governments mostly, Serrice has also worked in the both the Gray and Black market as well. She knows some very dangerous people, some of which she has supplied before. Serrice keeps some of these connections loyal by making them preferred clients, offering them discounts for her wares and choosing to supply them over their competition (that they know of). If there is a service that Serrice can't provide by herself, then she will point you to somebody who can.

Flaws
Dependent
Serrice has become quite comfortable with her assets. As a matter of fact, she's so adapted that without them, she'd be rather lost. Losing assets like her money, her high life, her security, and her job connections would making Serrice feel exposed, powerless, or inadequate.

Untrained
She is so reliant on her bodyguards, that Serrice rarely gets involved in conflict. This makes her not very capable of fighting. While she does carry a firearm around, and certainly knows how to use it, her lack of combat experience makes her an inadequate fighter. Anybody with any real fighting experience could easily overcome Serrice if not for the entourage of combat specialists watching her back.

Loyal to a Fault
Serrice does as she is told by her superior. And in a world of cybermasking and spoofing, it wouldn't be impossible to mask as her boss and order her into an easily exploitable situation. Fortunately, Serrice's boss rarely interacts with anybody directly, so his identity is well hidden. Serrice is one of the few people who speaks to him, so if one could record a phone call, a gain access into a virtual conference, then they'll have a method to manipulate Serrice.

Also, I'm sure one of us can find a very easy way to leave Serrice without her bodyguards, money, or both. Perhaps that can be how she ends up with the crowd. A deal with the Sycamore's gone south, a rival dealer thinning out the competition, another mob attempting to sabotage the Sycamore supply train. The possibilities should be quite exciting if this character gets approved in her current state.

I can always downsize her operating area from the entirety of Asia to just the Pacific coastline if you're not too keen on the original concept.