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PERSONAL INFORMATION
--Name: Alessandra Andrea Hopper
--Age: 22
--Biography:
From the beginning, Alessandra always had a thing for learning. Some lewd people might say she had a 'hard on' for information. And maybe that was true. The girl absorbed every bit of information that she was exposed to, be it math, science or history. But Alessandra wasn't meant for a life of learning, well at least not intellectual learning. When she was sixteen years old, her mother demanded that she drop out of school and take the GED test. Alessandra was devastated, she didn't want to leave her school, her friends, her upcoming spot as valedictorian...But she understood why her mother needed her to drop out. The Hopper family ran a small family restaurant, and because they weren't rich, they needed all the help that they could get to keep it afloat. So Alessandra dropped out, aced the GED and resigned to a life of mindless cooking and serving.
At the restaurant Alessandra took up the roles as assistant chef, server and delivery girl at times. Usually those jobs would go to her older siblings, but her brother had gotten fed up with his life and taken off, and her sister had gotten pregnant and had to take care of three kids with no partner to support her.
For two years, Alessandra's life was pretty uneventful, she would get up, go to work, possibly make a delivery, then go to sleep and then the cycle repeated itself. But one day during a delivery, her scooter malfunctioned and she was thrown off and hit some type of obstruction. To this day she still doesn't know what it was, as she was much more concerned with the fact that her vision was blurring and she couldn't walk straight. Despite this, she managed to get back to her home and the Hopper family was faced with a tough decision.
What were they going to do about their daughter? They needed her help in the shop. Without her they would go out of business! But they didn't have enough money to fix her injuries. It was then that Alessandra's brother returned and oh how funny it was that they didn't question his sudden appearance or his convenient solution to their dilemma. They were just so worried about the future of the shop that they accepted his solution no questions asked.
Apparently, Jonathan Hopper had gotten a job with a 'legit' business that provided synthetic limbs and organs. and because Jonathan was such a beloved employee, the business would gladly provide Alessandra with new eyes and a new leg. No fee, no outrageous debt. They would just do it out of the goodness of their hearts.
The Hopper family ate it up, well everyone except for Alessandra but she was out of commission and therefore couldn't get a word out. The operation went as planned and Alessandra received her new eyes and legs as promised and for a few more years everything was great. The shop got more customers, the Hopper's no longer worried about being shut down.
Everything was great. Until Alessandra turned 20. As soon as she went to bed that night and closed her eyes, she found herself staring at a blue screen that gave her a name and two addresses. A pick up and a deliver address. Turns out the legit business that provided her with synthetic body parts were actual extremely shady and went by the name of Syndicate.
At first Alessandra refused to do their dirty work, but when camera feeds of her mother wiping down the stove, her father checking the register and her sister tucking her kids in, popped up, Alessandra knew she didn't have a choice. So every night that the business contacted her, Alessandra would sneak out of her house, grab her scooter and make the requested deliveries.
--Height 5'7
--Weight 145 lbs.
--Appearance: Alessandra is medium height. with reddish brown hair. Before, when she thought she had a bright future she used to dye her hair crazy colored which greatly diminished it's natural color which was dark brown. Because hair care is tedious for her now, she simply shave off the sides and lets the middle grow in some crazy form of a mohawk. Her eyes before the accident were a medium shade of brown but now they glow blue during the day but at night when she makes her secret deliveries they seem to be tinted with purple.
Due to her hardworking life, Alessandra has a thick layer of muscle on her, and all of the baby fat that she had as a teenager is practically non existent save for the bit on her face. The leg that was injured looks relatively normal save for the joint connections that are seen when she bends. When she is doing her secret deliveries, her leg reverts to it's original robotic appearance.
As for attire, when in the restaurant, all employees wear white dress shirt, black dress pants and a hideous neon blue apron that reads 'Home Cooked' on it. They can wear any type of shoes they want as long as they can run in them.
When doing her secret deliveries, Alessandra wears a black turtleneck jacket, black cargo pants and black boots with a silver lining. Because she's a delivery girl, she wears headgear that she doesn't remove. The gear is fitted with a gps chip that syncs with her eye tech so she can know where to go, and the headgear also features a sound chip that distorts her voice to avoid detection and being recognized by others.
--Working for: Home Cooked - a family restaurant run by the Hopper family.
Delivery girl for Syndicate - a synthetic limb producing business.
--Income: $ 700,000
She does not receive any income from Syndicate, as she is paying off a debt.
--Name: Alessandra Andrea Hopper
--Age: 22
--Biography:
From the beginning, Alessandra always had a thing for learning. Some lewd people might say she had a 'hard on' for information. And maybe that was true. The girl absorbed every bit of information that she was exposed to, be it math, science or history. But Alessandra wasn't meant for a life of learning, well at least not intellectual learning. When she was sixteen years old, her mother demanded that she drop out of school and take the GED test. Alessandra was devastated, she didn't want to leave her school, her friends, her upcoming spot as valedictorian...But she understood why her mother needed her to drop out. The Hopper family ran a small family restaurant, and because they weren't rich, they needed all the help that they could get to keep it afloat. So Alessandra dropped out, aced the GED and resigned to a life of mindless cooking and serving.
At the restaurant Alessandra took up the roles as assistant chef, server and delivery girl at times. Usually those jobs would go to her older siblings, but her brother had gotten fed up with his life and taken off, and her sister had gotten pregnant and had to take care of three kids with no partner to support her.
For two years, Alessandra's life was pretty uneventful, she would get up, go to work, possibly make a delivery, then go to sleep and then the cycle repeated itself. But one day during a delivery, her scooter malfunctioned and she was thrown off and hit some type of obstruction. To this day she still doesn't know what it was, as she was much more concerned with the fact that her vision was blurring and she couldn't walk straight. Despite this, she managed to get back to her home and the Hopper family was faced with a tough decision.
What were they going to do about their daughter? They needed her help in the shop. Without her they would go out of business! But they didn't have enough money to fix her injuries. It was then that Alessandra's brother returned and oh how funny it was that they didn't question his sudden appearance or his convenient solution to their dilemma. They were just so worried about the future of the shop that they accepted his solution no questions asked.
Apparently, Jonathan Hopper had gotten a job with a 'legit' business that provided synthetic limbs and organs. and because Jonathan was such a beloved employee, the business would gladly provide Alessandra with new eyes and a new leg. No fee, no outrageous debt. They would just do it out of the goodness of their hearts.
The Hopper family ate it up, well everyone except for Alessandra but she was out of commission and therefore couldn't get a word out. The operation went as planned and Alessandra received her new eyes and legs as promised and for a few more years everything was great. The shop got more customers, the Hopper's no longer worried about being shut down.
Everything was great. Until Alessandra turned 20. As soon as she went to bed that night and closed her eyes, she found herself staring at a blue screen that gave her a name and two addresses. A pick up and a deliver address. Turns out the legit business that provided her with synthetic body parts were actual extremely shady and went by the name of Syndicate.
At first Alessandra refused to do their dirty work, but when camera feeds of her mother wiping down the stove, her father checking the register and her sister tucking her kids in, popped up, Alessandra knew she didn't have a choice. So every night that the business contacted her, Alessandra would sneak out of her house, grab her scooter and make the requested deliveries.
--Height 5'7
--Weight 145 lbs.
--Appearance: Alessandra is medium height. with reddish brown hair. Before, when she thought she had a bright future she used to dye her hair crazy colored which greatly diminished it's natural color which was dark brown. Because hair care is tedious for her now, she simply shave off the sides and lets the middle grow in some crazy form of a mohawk. Her eyes before the accident were a medium shade of brown but now they glow blue during the day but at night when she makes her secret deliveries they seem to be tinted with purple.
Due to her hardworking life, Alessandra has a thick layer of muscle on her, and all of the baby fat that she had as a teenager is practically non existent save for the bit on her face. The leg that was injured looks relatively normal save for the joint connections that are seen when she bends. When she is doing her secret deliveries, her leg reverts to it's original robotic appearance.
As for attire, when in the restaurant, all employees wear white dress shirt, black dress pants and a hideous neon blue apron that reads 'Home Cooked' on it. They can wear any type of shoes they want as long as they can run in them.
When doing her secret deliveries, Alessandra wears a black turtleneck jacket, black cargo pants and black boots with a silver lining. Because she's a delivery girl, she wears headgear that she doesn't remove. The gear is fitted with a gps chip that syncs with her eye tech so she can know where to go, and the headgear also features a sound chip that distorts her voice to avoid detection and being recognized by others.
--Working for: Home Cooked - a family restaurant run by the Hopper family.
Delivery girl for Syndicate - a synthetic limb producing business.
--Income: $ 700,000
She does not receive any income from Syndicate, as she is paying off a debt.
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ThousandSwords
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PERSONAL INFORMATION
--Name: Crovan
--Age: 21 (Original Genetic Template and mental age is 120)
--Biography:
There once was a man who, for a living, gave death to those he was paid to deliver it to. This man was stunningly good, to the point where he became so fabulously wealthy that he no longer needed to worry about a single thing, for the rest of his life. But one thing continued to scare him, and one thing continued to haunt him, something that no man can escape, and something that he himself was so very intimately acquainted with.
He was afraid of dying.
Using his wealth and fortune, and dredging up as many favors as he could, from myriad sources around the world, he sought a way to live forever, to extend his life to the extent that he would not feel the biting kiss of old age, nor taste the poison at the end of its course. He found no answer, but he did find one way that he could, at least, live on, in a sense. His body was sealed away, stored in sleep, in freezing biting cold, and hooked up to machines that could keep him alive. And they cloned him.
These clones weren't raised like regular men, and the first clones were hardly to a standard that could be considered acceptable, but over time, they became better. And these better clones were given a gift. Hooking their minds up to a great machine, they wiped their memories and their minds clean, a blank slate, and they uploaded the thoughts and the memories of that one man who was afraid to die.
In this way, perhaps, that one man who was afraid of dying could cheat death, leaving behind a shell frozen in a cryochamber as the only memory of what he once was. And as he did before, he took jobs, missions, as he always had, to maintain what he had. It took money, after all, to keep the gears of the world turning.
--Personality:
Crovan is excessively old-fashioned. His mannerisms and thought-processes are very noticably from an older age viewpoint, which is not particularly surprising considering his rather advanced mental age. With this comes a distinct rejection of most of the tenets of this new era, including a rather dim look at corporate life and cyberneticization. He tolerates these things, however, mostly due to the fact that it is necessary to his survival, but he does not, generally speaking, partake in them.
Other:
--Height: 5'9
--Weight: 156 lbs
--Working For: Freelance Information Gatherer, Infiltrator, Agent
--Luggage:
Clothes.
$500,000 Cash.
x1 Carbon Nanofiber Bodysuit with built-in modifications and shielding. Essentially blocks out heat signatures, heartbeat sensors, and other various signals. Contains a number of pockets to stash things in.
x1 Ceramic Knife. Sharper than metal. Can't be picked up on metal detectors.
x1 Specialist's Toolkit. A toolkit containing everything a "specialist" might need, including locksmithing tools, a variety of gadgets to allow for ease of physical infiltration, and, well, you get the idea.
--Income: Usually at least $100,000 per minor job.
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Tanzinite
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@ThousandSwords
If your character is 120, it would have him dating back to about 1940. Second, in Japan (the only producer of clones world-wide), he would be put through several tests to make sure the cloned body is stable, and even then there is no guarantee he'll make it past his first 2-3 decades of life. If he had the income to keep cloning himself, that would be all fine. Just a note to remember.
If your character is 120, it would have him dating back to about 1940. Second, in Japan (the only producer of clones world-wide), he would be put through several tests to make sure the cloned body is stable, and even then there is no guarantee he'll make it past his first 2-3 decades of life. If he had the income to keep cloning himself, that would be all fine. Just a note to remember.
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@The Red Tazelwurm
Looks good, if you could PM either me or Watch Dog with more info on Syndicate that'd be great. Keep in mind how Syndicate is able to pull all of this off without ruining their public image, otherwise they would be easily put out of business by public demand or be bought up quickly.
Looks good, if you could PM either me or Watch Dog with more info on Syndicate that'd be great. Keep in mind how Syndicate is able to pull all of this off without ruining their public image, otherwise they would be easily put out of business by public demand or be bought up quickly.
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- Cyberpunk, Sci-fi, Fantasy, and other low-tech/fantasy.
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Jennifer.exe
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I'm 14 and I am 5'0"... Sorry if I am bothering you guys with this post.
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I may make a character, but for now I am content with just stalking this thread. :)
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@J_"Kraken"
Ehhh I posted on here awhile ago and I've completely forgotten any information related to that particular bio. I'm gonna step out, kay?
Ehhh I posted on here awhile ago and I've completely forgotten any information related to that particular bio. I'm gonna step out, kay?
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Tanzinite
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Would the World Wide Web still be accessible beneath the Grid? Because I would like to use that, if it can (because the internet is unfortunately (for greedy companies) indestructible)
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Tanzinite
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PERSONAL INFORMATION
--Name: Skylar Jensen Hayes
--Age: 21
--Biography: Skylar was not raised in wealth. Her family was perhaps at the very bottom rung of functional poverty. With her father a permanent recovering addict, and her mom a failed musician, it was a hard life for her. Considering both her parents were unskilled workers, and her father nearly too incapacitated to hold a steady job, it quickly fell to her to take care of her family. Not all the weight was on her shoulders, however. The still in place welfare of her native country, Canada, allowed her to take care of her two parents using state funds. Still, she never felt it was enough, especially in comparison to other families. Her circumstances often necessitated felony. She is an experienced robber.
Her poverty made her resentful and cold. Yet she was a smart girl, and excelled in academics. Having graduated at the young age of 15, she won a full scholarship to the University of British Colombia, and proceeded to major in a combined physics-chemistry program. Graduating at 18, she was soon on her way to a high profile career. Yet tragedy struck just as she was getting her life together. Her father died in after a loan taken out through the underbelly of her hometown went to hell. When he couldn't pay up, he was shot dead. In the same year, Skylar's mother fell ill with leukemia and was soon hospitalized, undergoing extensive chemotherapy. While universal healthcare covered her costs, it did not allow her to make money for a living. So, Skylar returned home to care for her.
It was during this time, as she struggled to make ends meet, that Skylar was thrust into the lucrative world of hacking. Her ability to pick up new skills quickly proved invaluable as she mastered the art of breaking into corporate websites and databases, and she was soon selling insider secrets to the highest bidders. It was lucrative, but dangerous, and many wished to see her dead.
It was while she was running that she met her saving grace, Tristen Kirstens. The man was a few years older, and a hacker himself. Yet he had his own secrets. For years, he had worked as a hitman, selling his skills to those who wanted enemies dead. He took Skylar under his wing and trained her to be as effect at killing as he was. Having always been athletic, she took to her lessons even faster than she had to hacking. Though he could no longer take contracts, due to a damaged knee, his new prodigy could, and the two were soon making enough money to rival CEOs of local companies.
Unfortunately, all good things come to an end. Tristen was a wanted criminal, for more than his fair share of murders, and a cop of dogged determination finally caught up to him. In one last valiant show of kindness, Tristen went down shooting, in order to give Skylar enough time to escape. The police were unaware of her involvement, and would not know to look for her if she was not there. She fled with the physical bills the two had been hoarding, just in case of a bust, and gave the majority to her mother, so that she could care for herself. She then proceeded to disappear. She was not seen again until her appearance in NM.
--Personality: Skylar is slow to anger, but hard to calm down once she's been fired up. Her combined bachelor's degree in chemistry and physics makes her a hot commodity, especially since her young age shows that she will be a high achiever for the rest of her life. She is generally kind, feeling great sympathy for those unlucky enough to be born poor in the society of today. She shows quite a bit of disdain for the rich, even though she herself has amassed a relative fortune.
OTHER MANDATORY INFORMATION
--Height 5"3'
--Weight 115 lbs
--Appearance: Skylar has an artificial right eye, that can cycle between infrared, nightvision, normal colour vision (though enhanced), digital analysis (analyzing the vitals of those around her), newsfeed, rearview (connecting to a camera she often ties into her ponytails), mild x-ray (she can see through thin walls, though only in a usual x-ray image), recording, and a constant source of instant research. It is of course controlled by her brain through a chip that was implanted. Tristen was the one who implanted it, and the two designed it together. It occasionally gives her mild headaches. It can also cycle through various colours, though she prefers to keep it like her "natural" eye, or bright red. Her left eye is natural in that it is not an implant, but it is technologically enhanced so that she sees further and more clearly. In her left forearm is an implanted EMP devise that releases a powerful electromagnetic pulse in a 50 foot radius. The thing can keep emitting for around 30 minutes before it dies. Unfortunately, she is forced to use it sparingly, as it knocks out her optical implant and causes her severe migraines. Each time she uses it, she must replace it by cutting open her arm, removing the older cartridge, and inserting a new one. It is powered by the heat her body generates. She always carries a carbon fiber knife and a semi-automatic pistol. She often wears an armoured bodysuit when on missions.
--Working for: Freelance hacker/assassin. Academic, hoping to pursue a PhD in atomic physics.
--Luggage: Assorted clothes, books, carbon fiber and kevlar bodysuit, pistol and knife
--Income: $600 000 - $1 200 000, depending on contracts
--Name: Skylar Jensen Hayes
--Age: 21
--Biography: Skylar was not raised in wealth. Her family was perhaps at the very bottom rung of functional poverty. With her father a permanent recovering addict, and her mom a failed musician, it was a hard life for her. Considering both her parents were unskilled workers, and her father nearly too incapacitated to hold a steady job, it quickly fell to her to take care of her family. Not all the weight was on her shoulders, however. The still in place welfare of her native country, Canada, allowed her to take care of her two parents using state funds. Still, she never felt it was enough, especially in comparison to other families. Her circumstances often necessitated felony. She is an experienced robber.
Her poverty made her resentful and cold. Yet she was a smart girl, and excelled in academics. Having graduated at the young age of 15, she won a full scholarship to the University of British Colombia, and proceeded to major in a combined physics-chemistry program. Graduating at 18, she was soon on her way to a high profile career. Yet tragedy struck just as she was getting her life together. Her father died in after a loan taken out through the underbelly of her hometown went to hell. When he couldn't pay up, he was shot dead. In the same year, Skylar's mother fell ill with leukemia and was soon hospitalized, undergoing extensive chemotherapy. While universal healthcare covered her costs, it did not allow her to make money for a living. So, Skylar returned home to care for her.
It was during this time, as she struggled to make ends meet, that Skylar was thrust into the lucrative world of hacking. Her ability to pick up new skills quickly proved invaluable as she mastered the art of breaking into corporate websites and databases, and she was soon selling insider secrets to the highest bidders. It was lucrative, but dangerous, and many wished to see her dead.
It was while she was running that she met her saving grace, Tristen Kirstens. The man was a few years older, and a hacker himself. Yet he had his own secrets. For years, he had worked as a hitman, selling his skills to those who wanted enemies dead. He took Skylar under his wing and trained her to be as effect at killing as he was. Having always been athletic, she took to her lessons even faster than she had to hacking. Though he could no longer take contracts, due to a damaged knee, his new prodigy could, and the two were soon making enough money to rival CEOs of local companies.
Unfortunately, all good things come to an end. Tristen was a wanted criminal, for more than his fair share of murders, and a cop of dogged determination finally caught up to him. In one last valiant show of kindness, Tristen went down shooting, in order to give Skylar enough time to escape. The police were unaware of her involvement, and would not know to look for her if she was not there. She fled with the physical bills the two had been hoarding, just in case of a bust, and gave the majority to her mother, so that she could care for herself. She then proceeded to disappear. She was not seen again until her appearance in NM.
--Personality: Skylar is slow to anger, but hard to calm down once she's been fired up. Her combined bachelor's degree in chemistry and physics makes her a hot commodity, especially since her young age shows that she will be a high achiever for the rest of her life. She is generally kind, feeling great sympathy for those unlucky enough to be born poor in the society of today. She shows quite a bit of disdain for the rich, even though she herself has amassed a relative fortune.
OTHER MANDATORY INFORMATION
--Height 5"3'
--Weight 115 lbs
--Appearance: Skylar has an artificial right eye, that can cycle between infrared, nightvision, normal colour vision (though enhanced), digital analysis (analyzing the vitals of those around her), newsfeed, rearview (connecting to a camera she often ties into her ponytails), mild x-ray (she can see through thin walls, though only in a usual x-ray image), recording, and a constant source of instant research. It is of course controlled by her brain through a chip that was implanted. Tristen was the one who implanted it, and the two designed it together. It occasionally gives her mild headaches. It can also cycle through various colours, though she prefers to keep it like her "natural" eye, or bright red. Her left eye is natural in that it is not an implant, but it is technologically enhanced so that she sees further and more clearly. In her left forearm is an implanted EMP devise that releases a powerful electromagnetic pulse in a 50 foot radius. The thing can keep emitting for around 30 minutes before it dies. Unfortunately, she is forced to use it sparingly, as it knocks out her optical implant and causes her severe migraines. Each time she uses it, she must replace it by cutting open her arm, removing the older cartridge, and inserting a new one. It is powered by the heat her body generates. She always carries a carbon fiber knife and a semi-automatic pistol. She often wears an armoured bodysuit when on missions.
--Working for: Freelance hacker/assassin. Academic, hoping to pursue a PhD in atomic physics.
--Luggage: Assorted clothes, books, carbon fiber and kevlar bodysuit, pistol and knife
--Income: $600 000 - $1 200 000, depending on contracts
the mask would be a full face visor, to preserve her peripheral vision
- Genres
- Fantasy, Scifi, Future, Past/Medeival, Realistic role plays not centered around romance.
--Name: Sara Redding
--Age: 26
--Biography: Sara grew up as normal as can be expected in this day and age. Her mother worked retail while her father was a mechanic. Since her mother was most often traveling around and working long hours after school she would go to her father's shop mostly just to hangout and do a bit of homework but it did not take long for her to start looking over her Dad's shoulder as he worked. And from there it was not to long before he started to teach her about how to work with everything electronic. Her first introduction to hover boards was when some rich kid came in with a busted board from trying to take a jump that was far to high for his board. Just barely thirteen she was good enough that her father trusted her with some smaller jobs, so this little fix fell to her. The kid was out of the area for a week so she got almost free rain with the gadget and she loved it. Afterward when she started looking into the world of hover-cross she was totally anamored with this fast paced exciting sport. It took her three summers to save up enough to get one for herself. The first board she bought was an all round/low to moderate racing one, a piece of junk by today's standards but tough and usable. By the time high school came around she was competing heavily, and was gearing up for the junior state finals. The finals themselves consisted of the three major categories for hover boarding, speed, obstacle, and free style, each one preformed on a separate day. The race and obstacle coarse were always Sara's favorite, she found the free style to be to much posing but she practiced hard at it anyways so that it would not bump her score.
After the first day of competition she held a nine point lead, something to be admired at this level of competition. That is unless you were jealous instead. If you mapped the income of the kids participating you would notice a definite trend. And when it came to the happiness of their children some of the parents were more than happy to throw some of their weight around. And why not, Sara was just a little nobody start up, unlike the other rich competitors she had no backing, no money to sweeten up the right people. Second day she drew the number fifteen for when she would be going up to do the obstacle course, she never made it up. While she was waiting on the side lines a couple security guards came up to her and asked her to follow them. She never made it back out onto the field. Apparently they had found evidence that she had vandalized another competitor's board, and faster than she would have thought possible she was up in front of the competition board members. They must have been bribed very nicely as it did not take them long to rule that she was banned from any official competitions. That was a low blow for Sara, defeat she could have lived with, that would have pushed her to come back stronger than ever, even being suspended she could have dealt with but being banned for life for something she had not done was not something she knew how to deal with.
Thankfully she was stronger than that, so she got another hobby. While she still practiced mercilessly on her hover board there was a space that was left by competitions and so she started learning how to build. She knew how to fix things, install this, attached that, but she was curious as to how a hover board was made from the ground up. It was only in her final year of high school that she finally managed to make a functional hover board, built from nothing but scraps and coded correctly so that she could actually ride it. It was this little feat that granted her a partial scholarship to a pretty good university. There she got an undergraduate in engineering. During her second year there she was helping a professor clear out one of the supply closets when she noticed the large shell of a robot. It looked like it had been in there for at least a couple years and the only thing that was really formed was the chest, head, and the right arm. On the left side of the robot's chest someone had carved ZEN. Sara had been meaning to start up another project and she was rather intrigued with the old model, the professor hadn't had been interested in the thing for years so he gave it to her.
When she left college Sara brought Zen along with her, for the most part she has just been working on improving his AI, although at this point he does have a general skeleton going even if he can't really move anything below his waist at this point. Finding work was tough but eventually, with a strong recommendation from a professor, she managed to get a steady job at a fairly good sized repair shop. For three years she worked there, growing close to the man who owned the place, a gruff guy who everyone called Ted. After working there for about three years Ted felt that it was finally time to retire and Sara managed to scrap enough cash together to buy the place off of him. It has been nearly two years since then and Sara has been doing fairly well for herself, even if you don't include her extra income. When she first entered college she joined up with the boarder's club, she couldn't go to any of the competitions but it was fun to pal around and just have fun. Eventually one of them invited her to a small street race. Officially speaking these races are illegal however enough of the participants are rich little somebodies that the police can really do Jack shit about breaking them up. Occasionally you might get a few cops chasing after you but if you have more than half a brain its not to hard to loose them in this maze of a city. The first race that she went to she dressed in a grey racers suit, with a doze grey unmarked helmet. She lost that race, and all the racers and spectators started calling her "Pigeon". Not one to be out done she came back and won the next seven races that she entered. For someone that had been banned from competing for years this was a thrilling change. When she left the university and started to work at the Shock shop it did not take her long to find another group of street racers. At this point she has to be careful and only go to the races once in a while as she does not have quite the same money buffer as some of the other participants.
--Personality: Sara is a pretty down to earth person. Level headed she mostly likes to keep to herself and does not let herself get to caught up into trouble. That is unless it has anything to do with hover boarding. With a board beneath her feet she becomes more confident, dangerous, and daring. While she likes building and the pride that comes with finally finishing a project it is during races that she feels alive, with the rush of the wind trying to hold her back and the hum of the engine pushing her forward. Electronics are what she is most comfortable with but she has quite a bit of experience with coding. However this is not to be mistaken with hacking. She might be able be able to put a small fire wall she couldn't hack her way out of a convenience store. In hover boards there are certain programs that let them do different things, the same with many other vehicles. She is able to deal with most viruses that come her way, mostly people downloading faulty programs into their boards. With friends she can be boisterous and is not afraid to give them a bit of crap when they do something stupid. As it goes she tends to be pretty suspicious of strangers, and even more so of rich strangers. This is mainly due to being banned from competing, but she has seen to many people do some really stupid things all for the promise of money to be completely comfortable with people she doesn't know.
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--Height: 5'9
--Weight: 140
--Appearance: Although she has a naturally lighter build Sara has been a mechanic and racer long enough that she has built up a fair bit of muscle. She looks pretty fair at this point the result of running a business and racing at night. She does not have a lot of scarring, and even then most of it is located on her hands a common thing among mechanics. She does have a fairly nice scar on her collar bone from when she accidently clipped her board on a low jump and was sent flying into the next much taller jump. Her eyes are a plain hazel, something she does not plan on changing anytime soon. Her hair is naturally a darker auburn however she does have a streak of forest green on her hair. For the most part she keeps her hair either back in a pony tail or tucked up under a helmet, but when it is down it falls to where her shoulder blades end. Her nose is a bit bent in the middle, another accident where she was did a face plant into the ground while moving at high speeds. On regular days she tends to wear cargo pants with a brightly colored shirt with the Shock shop logo on it. The suit that she wears to races is actually a light body armor and it basically prevents her from getting to many cuts. The helmet she wears is linked into ZEN's AI and she uses it to keep track of other races as well as to highlight obstacles in the path ahead of her.
--Working for: Owns the Shock Shop. The store front is almost purely devoted to hover boards and hover board related items. While many of the boards are for either racing, obstacle, or freestyle there are several recreational models. If you are looking for something a bit different Sara has been known to make customs, as long as you're willing to pay. Around the back is her workshop and while she mostly works with hover boards she can fix just about anything, even did a temp fix for someone's prosthetic leg once that lasted long enough for them to make it to a body shop.
At night she frequents the hover cross street matches, something she does anonymously by wearing a full body racers suit and a tinted helmet.
--Income: 800,000 varies a bit depending on how many races she does.
--Other: Here is basically what ZEN looks like, except without the guns, the glowing things coming out his back, and the outer shell ends just above his waist, everything below that is just a basic frame with stray wires everywhere.
--Age: 26
--Biography: Sara grew up as normal as can be expected in this day and age. Her mother worked retail while her father was a mechanic. Since her mother was most often traveling around and working long hours after school she would go to her father's shop mostly just to hangout and do a bit of homework but it did not take long for her to start looking over her Dad's shoulder as he worked. And from there it was not to long before he started to teach her about how to work with everything electronic. Her first introduction to hover boards was when some rich kid came in with a busted board from trying to take a jump that was far to high for his board. Just barely thirteen she was good enough that her father trusted her with some smaller jobs, so this little fix fell to her. The kid was out of the area for a week so she got almost free rain with the gadget and she loved it. Afterward when she started looking into the world of hover-cross she was totally anamored with this fast paced exciting sport. It took her three summers to save up enough to get one for herself. The first board she bought was an all round/low to moderate racing one, a piece of junk by today's standards but tough and usable. By the time high school came around she was competing heavily, and was gearing up for the junior state finals. The finals themselves consisted of the three major categories for hover boarding, speed, obstacle, and free style, each one preformed on a separate day. The race and obstacle coarse were always Sara's favorite, she found the free style to be to much posing but she practiced hard at it anyways so that it would not bump her score.
After the first day of competition she held a nine point lead, something to be admired at this level of competition. That is unless you were jealous instead. If you mapped the income of the kids participating you would notice a definite trend. And when it came to the happiness of their children some of the parents were more than happy to throw some of their weight around. And why not, Sara was just a little nobody start up, unlike the other rich competitors she had no backing, no money to sweeten up the right people. Second day she drew the number fifteen for when she would be going up to do the obstacle course, she never made it up. While she was waiting on the side lines a couple security guards came up to her and asked her to follow them. She never made it back out onto the field. Apparently they had found evidence that she had vandalized another competitor's board, and faster than she would have thought possible she was up in front of the competition board members. They must have been bribed very nicely as it did not take them long to rule that she was banned from any official competitions. That was a low blow for Sara, defeat she could have lived with, that would have pushed her to come back stronger than ever, even being suspended she could have dealt with but being banned for life for something she had not done was not something she knew how to deal with.
Thankfully she was stronger than that, so she got another hobby. While she still practiced mercilessly on her hover board there was a space that was left by competitions and so she started learning how to build. She knew how to fix things, install this, attached that, but she was curious as to how a hover board was made from the ground up. It was only in her final year of high school that she finally managed to make a functional hover board, built from nothing but scraps and coded correctly so that she could actually ride it. It was this little feat that granted her a partial scholarship to a pretty good university. There she got an undergraduate in engineering. During her second year there she was helping a professor clear out one of the supply closets when she noticed the large shell of a robot. It looked like it had been in there for at least a couple years and the only thing that was really formed was the chest, head, and the right arm. On the left side of the robot's chest someone had carved ZEN. Sara had been meaning to start up another project and she was rather intrigued with the old model, the professor hadn't had been interested in the thing for years so he gave it to her.
When she left college Sara brought Zen along with her, for the most part she has just been working on improving his AI, although at this point he does have a general skeleton going even if he can't really move anything below his waist at this point. Finding work was tough but eventually, with a strong recommendation from a professor, she managed to get a steady job at a fairly good sized repair shop. For three years she worked there, growing close to the man who owned the place, a gruff guy who everyone called Ted. After working there for about three years Ted felt that it was finally time to retire and Sara managed to scrap enough cash together to buy the place off of him. It has been nearly two years since then and Sara has been doing fairly well for herself, even if you don't include her extra income. When she first entered college she joined up with the boarder's club, she couldn't go to any of the competitions but it was fun to pal around and just have fun. Eventually one of them invited her to a small street race. Officially speaking these races are illegal however enough of the participants are rich little somebodies that the police can really do Jack shit about breaking them up. Occasionally you might get a few cops chasing after you but if you have more than half a brain its not to hard to loose them in this maze of a city. The first race that she went to she dressed in a grey racers suit, with a doze grey unmarked helmet. She lost that race, and all the racers and spectators started calling her "Pigeon". Not one to be out done she came back and won the next seven races that she entered. For someone that had been banned from competing for years this was a thrilling change. When she left the university and started to work at the Shock shop it did not take her long to find another group of street racers. At this point she has to be careful and only go to the races once in a while as she does not have quite the same money buffer as some of the other participants.
--Personality: Sara is a pretty down to earth person. Level headed she mostly likes to keep to herself and does not let herself get to caught up into trouble. That is unless it has anything to do with hover boarding. With a board beneath her feet she becomes more confident, dangerous, and daring. While she likes building and the pride that comes with finally finishing a project it is during races that she feels alive, with the rush of the wind trying to hold her back and the hum of the engine pushing her forward. Electronics are what she is most comfortable with but she has quite a bit of experience with coding. However this is not to be mistaken with hacking. She might be able be able to put a small fire wall she couldn't hack her way out of a convenience store. In hover boards there are certain programs that let them do different things, the same with many other vehicles. She is able to deal with most viruses that come her way, mostly people downloading faulty programs into their boards. With friends she can be boisterous and is not afraid to give them a bit of crap when they do something stupid. As it goes she tends to be pretty suspicious of strangers, and even more so of rich strangers. This is mainly due to being banned from competing, but she has seen to many people do some really stupid things all for the promise of money to be completely comfortable with people she doesn't know.
OTHER MANDATORY INFORMATION
--Height: 5'9
--Weight: 140
--Appearance: Although she has a naturally lighter build Sara has been a mechanic and racer long enough that she has built up a fair bit of muscle. She looks pretty fair at this point the result of running a business and racing at night. She does not have a lot of scarring, and even then most of it is located on her hands a common thing among mechanics. She does have a fairly nice scar on her collar bone from when she accidently clipped her board on a low jump and was sent flying into the next much taller jump. Her eyes are a plain hazel, something she does not plan on changing anytime soon. Her hair is naturally a darker auburn however she does have a streak of forest green on her hair. For the most part she keeps her hair either back in a pony tail or tucked up under a helmet, but when it is down it falls to where her shoulder blades end. Her nose is a bit bent in the middle, another accident where she was did a face plant into the ground while moving at high speeds. On regular days she tends to wear cargo pants with a brightly colored shirt with the Shock shop logo on it. The suit that she wears to races is actually a light body armor and it basically prevents her from getting to many cuts. The helmet she wears is linked into ZEN's AI and she uses it to keep track of other races as well as to highlight obstacles in the path ahead of her.
This is the suit she wears to race, the only difference is that the helmet she wears is shown below.
At night she frequents the hover cross street matches, something she does anonymously by wearing a full body racers suit and a tinted helmet.
--Income: 800,000 varies a bit depending on how many races she does.
--Other: Here is basically what ZEN looks like, except without the guns, the glowing things coming out his back, and the outer shell ends just above his waist, everything below that is just a basic frame with stray wires everywhere.
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During the summers she worked in her father's shop so she already had a fair deal of on the job experience as well as her degree in engineering. ZEN's hardware is quite advanced considering Sara did not have much to work with in the beginning, and has built him nearly from the ground up. So that was definitely a big factor in her getting the job. At the moment she is working on improving his learning software, so that he can adapt. She is trying to build a body for him at the moment but the going is slow.
And I also forgot to include a general pic of what ZEN looks like, I will edit that in.
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Elric Davies
Age: 54
Biography: Elric rose to prominence in academic circles in the late 2020s as a brilliant cutting edge researcher in psychology and neurochemistry. A background in the biochemical and pharmacokinetic processes of the brain earned him a young researcher award from the United Colleges London, where he studied for many years on chemical manipulation and betterment of the human mind. A security breach in 2032 at the associated research facility he worked at lead to the publishing of his results on what is now known as Neurostash over the WWG long before the necessary safety trials and law suits had been performed, and within months drug labs over the world were synthesising the compound and unleashing it on the population. Davies was never formally affiliated with the research and therefore escaped the massive political and legal backslash that this new epidemic unleashed. He stayed quiet for many years within the academic community, mostly publishing peer review articles and overseeing small projects, his reputation tarnished for ever. This didn't stop him from becoming a well-respected authority on the human mind and its chemical modifications and he secretly maintained a great interest in the progress of the drug he'd spent his early life working on. When his informants reported the rising usage of Neurostash in the work place, and the massively positive response of most employers, Elric knew he had hit on something. He came back one night to his apartment in London to find a conference call waiting for him.
Upon accepting the message, he was faced with the executive board of Arkwright Industries. They had a very interesting proposition for him: the damage that Neurostash had caused could not be undone, but perhaps ongoing, controlled use could better the working class ? The details were quite simple: a penthouse in New Massachusetts in the heart of the New Quarter, a paycheck way above anything he could hope for as an academic in a failing Europe, and a high-level position as Arkwright's "head of employee welfare". He would have access to high-end labs, a massive group to study the ongoing effects of the drug on, and would oversee the company's employer base and how to manipulate it for the better of the corporation. Weaker men would have said yes straight away. Elric waited a week, weighing the ethical implications, but ultimately his pride, and his desire to see his ultimate failure become his ultimate achievement convinced him to accept the offer. He had little to bring, as he would be provided for by the company, and grabbed all of his research material and an armful of the finest suits from the London tailors, and headed to America.
This was eighteen years ago. Elric oversees the day to day flow and happiness of the company through a vast network of assistants and a massive hub network relaying in live-time the bioinformatics being read by each employee's microchip. He observes the trends and changes, and offers advice, chemical or otherwise, on how to best deal with them. He also became, in the last few years, the personal therapist of William Arkwright, discussing the plans for the company's future, the man's own worries and fears, including his son's tumultuous journey through life, and ultimately, debating about how each has changed the world.
Personality: Elric is a scientist at heart, casting a critical eye on everything he witnesses. He's a pragmatist, and has matured into his role as what he calls "the world's leading drug dealer". He's battled opposition from every welfare and lobbying group, honing his debating prowess, and is still one of the leading figures in neurochemistry and chemopsychology as a whole. As a person, he is casual in his professionalism, an easy-going man as long as he is not crossed, for his position has instilled some pride in him. What also comes through is his ruthlessness, his belief in "the end justifies the means". He understands that long term benefits mean short term losses, and the reality of his impact on the world rests heavily on his shoulders, though it is a burden he is more than willing to carry, for he has a vision of the future, and it is all going as planned so far. His main vice is his love of smoking, usually a pipe and synthetic tobacco containing lowered levels of carcinogens and a thinner smoke, so as to not upset peoples' sensibilities.
Height: 1m76cm
Weight: 78kg
Appearance: Elric is a an ageing man. His face bears the wrinkles of long hours of hard work and deep thought, but still has a youth to it, seen in his deep hazel eyes. His hairline is receded, a light grey, though he makes up for this with a finely groomed beard streaked with black hairs. He has retractable lenses implanted to either sides of his eyes, activated via his neural hub, that form a HUD with which to analyse information without needing to consult a Pad. He has a lean frame, suitably healthy from long walks, swimming and a passion for good food, though suffering the passage of time nonetheless. Davies has the income to afford to dress in fine suits, and usually buys them in from Europe, preferring the traditional cuts, matching them to leather boots and the occasional scarf. A lab accident many years ago left him with neurological damage to his left leg, and he has to walk with a cane that bears a support for his elbow.
Working for: Arwright Industries, Senior Head of Employee Welfare.
Income: $7.400.000 annual, plus bonuses subject to change.
I hope this fits the bill, cheers !
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Bad news guys, Watch is leaving Iwaku. However, the RP will continue with the same characters and all (with the slight exception that Lyssa might drop). Hope you guys are still willing and able to partake.
Cheers,
Jon "Kraken"
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