[ D A N G E R O U S ] - A Cyberpunk Roleplay | CHARACTERS

WinterO

Snow Goth
Original poster
LURKER MEMBER
FOLKLORE MEMBER
Invitation Status
  1. Look for groups
Posting Speed
  1. Speed of Light
  2. 1-3 posts per day
  3. Multiple posts per week
  4. One post per week
Writing Levels
  1. Intermediate
  2. Adept
Preferred Character Gender
  1. Nonbinary
  2. Agender
  3. Primarily Nonbinary
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"Don't worry, the file will be in your inbox by midnight. Just have my money ready or you won't have an inbox by midnight."









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    Name: Ghost Tiger
    Age: Unknown
    Height: 1.74 m / 5'9"
    Gender/Pronouns: Female - She / Her

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    Little is known about Ghost Tiger, except that she is one of the top information and material brokers in the city, able to get hold of anything for the right price. She is an associate of record of the weapons dealer Typhoon, and it is rumoured that she has some sort of dispute with Decade for reasons undisclosed. It's certainly the case that she has consistently refused to take any commissions involving the group, although whether this is out of hatred, fear or simply enlightened self-interest is unclear.
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    Ghost Tiger is soft-spoken, thoroughly professional, and has absolutely no time for fools. If you're lucky, or she happens to like you, you might catch a dose of withering, deadpan sarcasm, as dry as triple-distilled shochu.
    On that note, she has never been observed drunk despite consuming amounts of alcohol and other substances that would constitute a lethal dosage for someone twice her mass.

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    Ghost Tiger seems to always know just the right person to call for whatever she needs, whether it's an exotic pet or simply a broken leg.
    She has been seen entering a shabby, run-down dojo on the edge of town, run by a hard-bitten old biddy who also sells some of the best curry noodles in the city.

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    Livin' On The Edge
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  • Name: Dimitri Ivankof
    Street Name: Cleaner
    Age: 37
    Height: 6'
    Gender: Male



  • Dimitri is extremely professional and businesslike with his interactions, only losing the serious demeanor after his missions once he's safely in one of his safe houses or hang outs with those he can trust. When he is working he is cold, calm, and composed, he would rather make another ally than enemy, but he has no qualms about killing anyone who gets in his way, such is life in his line of work. Off of work he will crack jokes, talk pleasantly, and enjoy a few drinks. However even off work he is still cautious as he has made several enemies in his line of work, and during his work he is borderline paranoid. Still he always manages to get the job done whether through hook or crook.

  • Born seven years before the pandemic, Dimitri knew what life was like before things went haywire under the growing power of the corporations. However he also saw their power growing rapidly in his younger years and having read books and played video games about a situation occurring, he knew corporate espionage, disposing of loose ends, and a lot of dirty work would have to be done for coperations to keep their power. As such he trained with weaponry and martial arts to be prepared for the dystopian future he learned of. His family becoming wageslaves he saw firsthand how the world was turned upside down. His father unfortunately worked himself to death before his mother tried marrying up, but at that time he himself had distanced himself from his family and had gotten his first bionic implants in his arms. He started taking on small contracts from the connections in the companies he had made, as he worked his way up he also upgraded his implants and got more. Having now worked his way as a regular mercenary for the corps, he has secured a small fortune he dumped into his bionics.

  • Skills:
    Gun training

    Having handled many guns and used them for many missions he is a crack shot with a gun, though he still is prone to missing every now and then.
    Martial training
    Having brawled with gangsters, other mercenaries, and drunks he has learned how to use his fists masterfully, in addition to the pair of blades in his bionic arms.
    Corporation & Gang Knowledge
    Knowing your enemies and friends are one of the most important parts of the job, as such he has kept up with local information to use for negotiation or to get jobs when he's not actively sought out.
    Infiltration
    Behind enemy lines, outside the line of sight. knowing how to stay concealed and undercover in the right situations is paramount. He is a skilled stealth operative who can sneak, scope, and stay covert with the best of them.

    Bionics
    Arms

    Powerful bionic arms of the latest model fitted with a pair of blades inside, he is able to deal out lethal force at a moments notice. However he also has the ability to shock others to nonlethally deal with things.
    Eyes
    Eyes allowing him to magnify far beyond what humans can see along with infrared vision to see through his smoke grenades.
    Brain Implant
    As a contract with several corporations, and a way to keep his identity secret he has a chip in his forehead which allows him to receive job requests without having to meet the contractors, keeping the identities of both secret in case one of them is captured. Dimitri calls it a "professional courtesy" that few other mercenaries are willing to go through.

    Equipment

    Rifle
    A weapon almost exclusively used for assassination missions, he has a rifle he can link to his optics allowing him to perform long range shots to dispose of those requested to be disposed. He typically forgoes it for infiltration missions in favor of his pistol.
    Pistol
    A high caliber railgun pistol, he is able to deliver powerful shots with relative silence, however he also is able to use it with traditional bullets in case he either runs out of energy, or an EMP is used.
    Armor
    Armor made of a mix of titanium and graphene fibers it is thin and flexible armor that offers him a great deal of protection while on missions. The head section is able to link to his optics allowing him to protect his eyes while in the suit.


 
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  • [bg=black]Name: December 10th, "Dess"
    Age: 29
    Height: 170cm

    Gender/Pronouns: Agender; Any[/bg]
  • [bg=black]Born Даница Павличенко (Danika Pavlichenko), raised in a single mother's home, and slaved out to the corporate grind of YK Biotech like so many other kids. December grew up fairly resentful of big brother, pinning blame on them for the shallow grave of happiness that burned a pit into their stomach. Most children in the YKM slums were put to work as soon as they could be, and as much as they tried to sugarcoat it, it was still labour. Education was limited to the rich, and work was abundant for the poor, but that's life.
    Dess made their way out of the industrial grind relatively quickly, deserting family in favor of a future, finding refuge in re-purposed bars and nightclubs. The hives of subculture and crime were plentiful in people looking to hand out their dirty deeds for a few expensive favors. What started as street rat repossession and spying grew more and more critical over the years; by 13 December was planting bombs and cutting power lines; by 20, taking heads. A few years ago, Dess had gotten in good with the underground hunting organization known as "Decade", having recently replaced their 12th member, and taking their 10th rank, earning the title "December 10th".
    Dess had seen the grit of the streets long before any typical kid should have, and you might say its done something to their head.

    All in all, chances are if you live in the YKM, you know the sound of December's gun, and you're probably familiar with the bad news that tends to follow.
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  • [bg=black]Dess is a wildly driven individual, fanatically devoted to their own cause and desperate to succeed in their endeavors.December's primary traits are those of deranged flamboyancy disguised as sociability, and a paranoid fervor disguised as manic capriciousness. Dess is almost uncomfortably loyal to those they care about, and yet disturbingly quick to flake as soon as meet you.
    Shortsighted and uniquely unorthodox, December is the exact kind of person you want working on your side of the gun. They don't care about consequences, only rewards. The ends must justify the unholy means. Even at this point in their life, where survival has become significantly easier, their obsessive focus is often disconcerting.
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  • [bg=black]Skills: December does one thing well, hunt. They've garnered a rather gruesome reputation as being less than desirable for jobs that require a person be taken alive, as it turns out that Dess is a far more fatal bounty hunter than most, possibly on accident.

    Standard Equipment:
    [1] Kendachi-F.N. Custom bolt action Special Application Precision Rifle: "The Negotiator". 33 lb (15 kg) with scope, bipod and a loaded 7-round detachable single stack magazine, effective range up to 2,300 meters.
    Fires .408 Cheyenne Tactical rounds at 783 metres per second.
    This Unit is particularly notable, not for the almost ostentatious thunderclap that follows its firing, audible for nearly 10 miles around, but the nasty electric hum that radiates out to a much shorter distance, owing to the EM accelerators in the barrel of the gun.
    [2] A Browning high power 9mm pistol.
    [3] Biotechnica OM-7200 series ocular prosthesis. (Proprietary, military-grade) These eyes are enhanced with a variable HUD and digital zoom capabilities of up to 200x, making the use of a scope normally obsolete, even so, nothing beats the classics in a pinch.

    [4] Biotechnica GM-800 series Brainchip, homebrew. (Particularly illegal, not to mention crazy dangerous) This little number was something December originally ripped out of an ex-sniper for a local high-end Fixer ("ex" because he is no longer alive to own or operate a sniper rifle). Before it was modified, it was a standard Biotechnica model Brainchip, placed on the frontal lobe, used to make you think a little faster. After being toyed with by a few local mechanics, however, it now interfaces with Dess's prosthetic eyes (an easy feat when working within the same brand). It can display information about her brain as well as allow her operate her weapon via neural link. The addition is a pair of twin chips, placed on the occipital lobe. The two added chips are the illegal ones, on account of having a high likelihood of death. These auxiliary chips modify the rate and power at which her senses operate on a cellular level, giving her extremely sensitive smell, hearing, sight, etc; All at the cost of generating a dangerous amount of heat and cellular strain. These chips are almost guaranteed to kill if misused.
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    Amnesia
    Modus Operandi

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  • Name; Kaiko "Aqua" Watanabe
    Alias; Aqua
    Age; 26
    Height; 5'4"
    Gender/Pronouns; Female + She/Her

  • Brief Background;

    Kaiko was born into the yakuza under a great line of prestigious men. When she was younger, she was caught in the middle a crossfire between her father's yakuza and their rival, Daichi Matsuda. As a result, she suffered eye injuries from shrapnel that rid her of her eyesight to the point where she was considered legally blind. Following this disastrous event and the potential abduction of Kaiko for ransom by Daichi and his cronies, Kaiko's father sent her and her mother to a close contact he knew in Russia- Darren Korb.

    In Russia, Kaiko gradually adjusted to a new way of living as a dishwasher in Aquarius Nightclub. A new life as Aqua, and her mother, a simple woman looking for full time work to help pay the bills. It was not a life Kaiko was initially happy about, but as time wore on, she understood the reasoning that her parents were trying to protect her. When Kaiko was fifteen years old, her father sent money over to her mother via a private channel to finish a project for Kaiko that would allow her the most freedom of her body and senses- bionics that would help her "see" beyond her disability and what she felt was a weakness.

    This would also be around the year when she'd start training with pistols and knives. Her father was hesitant about this at first, believing she needed to stay behind the scenes to maintain the safety of her true identity and not resort to anything that men do. Her mother disagreed and that led to her father and mother being divorced. Kaiko's mother taught her everything she knew from there on out, from martial training to street parkour. They'd even execute simulated scenarios of different crimes and enemies.

    As of twenty years old, Kaiko did not maintain steady contact with her father up until the time when he passed away at fifty one due to a gunshot wound. Kaiko regrets not keeping in touch with him more, but her mother reassured her it's for the best, as her father would've hindered her training, instead of encouraging her to continue. While Kaiko does not know much about her father, she does not let it get in the way of her everyday life. Instead, she uses her grief to fuel the passion she feels dancing.

    She's built up personal and professional relationships along the way during her time working at the Aquarius Nightclub, going from dishwasher to an apprentice dancer at eighteen after constantly nagging Darren to allow her the chance to get on stage. Kaiko developed a sound friendship with Dess, though when 2045 came around, Dess changed. Kaiko didn't know what was going on so she wasn't sure how to express her concerns. To this day, Kaiko has become one of the more esteemed dancers in the pack. She's not quite sure where she wants to go in life, but she is content being a dancer for the time being.

  • Brief Personality;

    A well-meaning, reserved young woman with her head bobbing just above water. She's great at pushing her problems behind her and pretending she doesn't need anyone, but that usually comes back to bite her. She's very much an entertainer at heart, great at serving others, but struggling to serve herself. She escapes reality through her dance and midnight poker games with Darren's patrons in Aquarius Club. Very few understand the woman as a whole, leaving much to the imagination. Those that do? They know she's not a doll.

  • Skills;

    Excellent Poker Card Player
    Street Parkour
    Martial Training
    Dual Weapon Training

    Equipment;

    Pistols x2
    Pocket Knives x2

    Bionics;

    Eye Shades;
    Kaiko always wears these as they allow her to be more aware of her environment around her and "see things" by senses other than her failed eyesight. It is a compact piece of technology, created with the idea that Kaiko would be able to determine general locations of objects, devices, and people, primarily their distance from her and whether they are facing south, north, west, or east. She uses hearing and touch primarily, though the eye shades, sense of taste, and sense of smell are just as important to her.

    Partial Plates in Body;
    She has technology plates implanted in both of her arms, 2" x 7", to help enhance her awareness of the environment around her by sending electrical impulses to her brain and functioning similar to the front of the brain (cerebrum) and parietal lobe. She has implanted plates on the sides of her thighs and calves, 4" x 8" for the thighs and 3" x 7" for both of her calves.

    An example of how the plates on her thighs work would be that if she was running and wanted to turn left, but there was a wall there, she would be able to sense that and run further until there was no more wall. Another example of how her plates work, for the calves, is detecting temperature. Someone splashes hot water onto her that burns the calves, she recognizes the water is 115 fahrenheit.

    The last place she has plates are on the bottom of her feet, 2" x 3", to work as a map locator of sorts and detect seismic activity, as well as determine what is near her feet. For example, the foot plate detects a piece of gum and sends the signal to her brain as follows: "A piece of gum is on the ground three feet in front of you."

    The plates were melded to fit the form of her body, so that she can perform agile acrobatics and dexterous maneuvers without the worry of whether her bionics will affect her performance or not. One part does not work without the other, therefore, serious damage can be caused to her internal organs and/or tissues, if something terrible were to happen to one of her plates.

  • Small Playlist;

    Run Away

    Gone

    Black Out
 
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"Boo-hoo"



  • Name/Alias: Seisha "Saint"
    Age: 20
    Height: 5'3(161/162cm)
    Gender/Pronouns: She/Her/They/Them



  • Seisha was born into a clannish, corporate family as the daughter of an arms manufacturing executive. She was the youngest of several siblings who ran the family-based business, and was thus bound to be last in line to inherit the company's seat in the capitalist arena. As such, she observed first-hand what corporate greed does to people. Finding herself in the middle of a disjointed family, she developed a nihilistic attitude to combat the depressing reality of the world.

    She taught herself all that she could to prepare for if and when she would take over the business. She played with scraps, tinkered with trash, making her own tools and innovating. The young tinkerer became adept at exploiting technology for her use. She studied the subject excessively, learning the ins and outs of everything from a bed-side lamp to a prototype remote-control cybernetic limb. With this ever-developing skill set, she become increasingly more self-sufficient and self-reliant.

    Then her life took a drastic turn. With growing tensions between neighbouring competitors, the family moved to using aggressive tactics to float above the shipwrecks that were former businesses. Seisha was caught in the crossfire of an all-out gang war at one point, resulting in her severely injuring a large portion of her body. She sought out cybernetic replacement parts to make up for losses which consequently began her addiction with body modifications. Since the incident, she had fully replaced her arm as well as integrated other pieces of tech into her body. Her personality took a jarring turn for the worst, as her mental state seemed to deteriorate with each passing procedure.

    When the inevitable end did finally come to her father's legacy, Seisha was left in a pool of debt. Previous checks, unpaid, ignored, they all came back and were now the sole responsibility of those that remained in the family - including Seisha. Now a slave to the corporation that absorbed her family business, she works as a server administrator and takes off-the-board commissions part-time.

    Now exclusively known only as 'Saint', she works in the shadows, indiscriminately dealing with law-breakers and charging crypto-currency for her side job. At work, she is a well-established server engineer and malware prodigy, earning herself a decent reputation among her peers. She generally keeps to herself, playing the role of a subservient employee, but hopes to one day revive her family's lost business.



  • The young woman has developed a rather distinct personality. Given her roles, Saint has become a charming cutthroat with a blunt yet playful tone with words. She's cunning - every word is selected carefully - thus making her capable of being a dangerous wordsmith. While she may be joking around on occasion, it may very well be to distract from the knife behind her back.

    In addition, her growing fame on the web has certainly boosted her confidence. Having found a community of outcasts - quite like her - she hopes to use her influence to further grow her brand. Getting a cocky at times, this cyborg has a dream of returning her family's business, as is her birth right, and holds no shame in flaunting her skill and status while she does so. But in turn, she often comes off as arrogant, narcissistic and sporadic.

    However, with each addition to her already vast array of cybernetics, she strays further from her own self-identity. As each bit of her former self is replaced, it seems she slowly takes on a personality that is not her own. It is entirely possible that soon she will be co-piloting an alloy husk, perhaps one with its own form of sentience, as an internal virus assumes control.



  • Skills:

    Adept at repairs/tech
    Intermediate malware/virus expert
    Corporate knowledge (+access)


    Equipment:

    Multi-tool, 24-inch wrench
    - Perfect for on-the-job repairs, as well as bashing heads. Hangs on her belt, by the hip, for easy access.
    Data Injector - Small USB-like device which acts as a fail-safe to delete any trace of her tinkering when invading public technology as well as a 'way in' to popular security systems.
    HUD - Placed over her cybernetic arm. Connects directly to Data Injector in addition to any other connected devices.
    Protective Vest - Functions to protect against most blunt/bladed attacks.



    Cybernetic Add-Ons/Enhancements:
    (Note that the character image does not show these, so imagination will have to fill in the blanks).

    Lower Jaw and Voice-Box - After the gang incident, Saint has had most of her body replaced to mask the physical deformities caused by the gang attack. This includes a lower-jaw and voice-box replacement. With this 'upgrade', she also has the ability to change her voice, though it isn't always consistent and is prone to glitches.

    Cybernetic Arm - Not an exact replica of her former arm - nay, it isn't even proportional to her body - and the weight of it causes Saint's form to shift to one side, but, to her credit, she assembled and upgraded the arm herself over the years, and it acts as a good weapon (as well as shield) in a CQC fight. The arm is detachable, and holds several trinkets and additional tools to use in work.

    Cyber-plated torso - Primarily serves a superficial purpose. Made to be light-weight for minimal mobility loss.

    Battery-Powered Orbital Implant - The eye is a cybernetic enhancement which provides vision to her right eye. It is capable of zooming in on smaller details, though this feature is rarely used due to heat emission (which often leads to a headache). The eye is kept off when not needed/requires recharging.



  • Playlist:

    UNLIKE PLUTO - STARLIGHT

    TREVOR SOMETHING - CHEMICAL OF LOVE

    MISSIO - MISFIT LUNATIC


 
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    Name: Artyom Dain Romero
    Age: 26
    Height: 6'2
    Gender/Pronouns:He/Him

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    Artyom was born to a rather well off corporate family with deep pockets and a seemingly set course for his life laid out pat by his family however the youth had always had a different line of objectives compared to his parents. From a young age Artyom quickly took to the world around him and started to see ways that he could mess with things to his favor and even poke and prod at what he shouldn't. His parents saw most of his acting out as something that could be quelled given enough time though even when sent to the best schools Artyom did excel though he was almost a hotbed for problems often hacking or changing documents to allow him to have free time.

    As time passed his outbursts grew more and more until one day Artyom managed to 'escape' his family and took up a line of mercenary work offered by a megacorp. Once dumped into training Artyom discovered he had quite the knack for weapons and tactics choosing to do a line on corporate law enforcement until he could figure out what he could do from there. As all good things must come to an end though it wasn't Artyom's family that put a stop to things but rather a corporate assassination attempt that caught him in the crossfire. As a result he suffered near fatal injuries that resulted in the lost of his arms,legs and one of his eyes.

    However where most people would have been broken by such an experience Artyom was more humbled by the entire event and eventually his family did track him down though rather than deal with the rebellion any longer they simply paid for his treatment and prosthetic augments then left him a lump sum of money telling him he was on his own. With a newly liberated sense of freedom, arms, legs, a new eye, and some extra hardware to boot Artyom took to the world and opened up a small private security business mostly aimed at helping probe security and revealing back doors at his own leisure of course.

    With his new life Art slowly took to his augments as well eventually coming to find tinkering with them and anything else that triggered his interest bringing back his habit of getting into places he shouldn't except now it was as simple as crossing a wire. A new world is opening up on the Horizon and Art wants to make sure he leave a mark on it for himself or others to see.

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    Artyom is a rather carefree and laid back individual considering his former background though he isn't one to let others think that he'd be so easily taken advantage of. All things considered Art is also a rather kind and friendly individual to most people willing to give people a chance until the give him a good enough reason for him to hurl them through a wall. He does tend to delve deep if there a conversation about a topic he enjoys though he will refocus himself if he catches his own rambling.

    Art tends to like talking with people a good deal whether over the net or just in person plus it doesn't hurt to meet people with like minded interests who wouldn't mind working for him.

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    Skills:
    Hacking
    Firearms Hardware
    Combat training


    Equipment:
    HammerTech Heavy Pistol- 45. Caliber burst fire capable pistol carries 20 rounds.
    Arrowpoint Automatic Rifle- 308. Caliber Combat rifle Based on former G3 concept.
    Hard modded Smartphone
    Old Ipod
    Ceramic Alloy Body Armor
    Laptop

    Augments
    Pair of Simtech bionic Prosthesis Arms- Combat rated prosthetic arm's
    Pair of Bangalore industries Leg prosthetics- Milspec combat leg prosthetics
    1 Oculus corp Milspec eye- Night vision, Infrared, & Heat detection capable.

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    Run The Spikes

    Utter Chaos

    Sleep Walk

    Rust

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