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Scrasamax:

--- Quote from: Dozus on January 18, 2013, 09:37:26 AM ---W√ľnderbar! Then we're well on our way.

Scras, what do we need to do in terms of stats/character sheets?

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The basics

Str, Dex, Con, Int, Perception, Cha

any merits or flaws you'd like to have

Equipment, special abilities, body modifications, etc

Scrasamax:
If something isn't right, or there is power gaming potential,etc I will address it. I am hoping all of you will be on board with creating responsible character stats and whatnot.

caesar193:
So, here is my guy (that is, if our lord and master of the universe Scrasamax deigns to grant his approval).

Brian Bolles, hacker extraordinaire:

Brian was born in the New York arcoplex to a family of four. He lived near the bad side of town, near where the criminals would play. When Brian was thirteen, his father got involved in a certain gang. The exact events were never revealed, but the police suspected the fire was a result of Brian's father not paying up. Whatever did happen, both of Brian's parents died as their house fell to the flames. Brian was the only survivor. Lacking any relatives to go to, he was sent to foster care, where he became known as a cold, pessimistic, and cynical child. "Who can blame him?" the owner of the foster care, Matilda Watkins, would say. "After all, his house was firebombed. Nasty business."

It was at foster care where he met Lorenz Hoffman. Lorenz was an older child, hailing from Germany, who was involved with another of New York's gangs- the Pure. The Pure were an anti-augmen gang, who regularly attacked augmens, and especially neo-ethnics. Lorenz gave Brian the basics of how to hack. Eventually, after Lorenz passed the Pure's initiation rite, he convinced (easily- Lorenz was Brian's mentor figure) Brian to join the Pure. There, Brian gained a new family.

Time passed. Brian became a better and better hacker. He gained some basic self-defense skills, which is unavoidable when you're in a gang, but not any real skills. He go by with brains and hacking than anything else. Eventually, the Pure treaded on Nip- a Nipponese gang- turf. Gang warfare broke out, and the Pure lost. Brian managed to survive by abandoning New York. It was pure coincidence that a police task force raided the Pure's headquarter the day after he had left.

Brian became a freelance mercenary after that, doing jobs for anyone with money. He cultivated contacts (through which the Fixer that's hiring us contacted him), robbed the rich (not because he's Robin Hood, but because the rich have more money than the poor), and occasionally indulged in ruining augmen and neo-ethnic lives (but not too much, in case the law enforcement got him). His time with the Pure had either enhanced or started his bigotry towards the cybernetically enhanced.

Technical Stuff:
Brian typically wears non-nondescript, practical clothes. He can easily blend in if he needs to. All his worldly possessions is in a backpack, that he wears constantly. In it, he has his laptop, an old book on hacking, and his Cardjacker- and, naturally, a cloaked to hide all his illegal stuff. He also has the bland stuff- money, clothes, hygiene, two extra identities, etc. He also bears two knives in special holsters on his arms that he can take out at a moment's notice. His hacking skills easily allow him to get his knives past puny metal detectors any other such devices. He generally only uses his knifes when he has to.

EchoMirage:
What better time to post my character than after Caesar's "little hater"? :D

Tel'issare "Blue" Witherwind

'The Eternal Conflict' was the most recent incarnation of the WoW franchise, with more immersion due to better technology; the imagery was exaggerated but strong and catchy.
There was the usual fair share of addicts, ones who'd never unplug who'd live on an i.v. drip. 
Bruno Bilderberg was obsessed as well, that is true, but more with the imagery than with gameplay, and connected to reality well enough to allow his twisted genius to run a megacorporation; at most, his choice of staff uniforms and job titles drew comment. Most corporations don't call their quality assurance officers 'paladins', that's true.

Bruno's restlessness and obsession was furthered by the 'imperfection' of reality, especially the women that a megacorp's head would meet - gold-diggers, social climbers, thoroughbred high society daughters so stuck up they hovered; none had the degree of perfection comparable to his beloved heroines, none teased his fancy as much as aberrant creatures of fantasy.
Thus, he ordered one, custom-made: a Draenei, horned and hooved, yet comely and fey, and special in a dozen ways a perverted mind can think of.

He'd wanted his toy adoring and loyal, eager and pleasing, sufficiently smart to entertain.
Whether due to dumb chance or by the workings of enemies, the gene stocks used in the lab were not as inteded, but rather from inmates, known for violence, destruction, a malicious intellect and an undimmable independence.
Understandably, the behavioral conditioning did not take as well as planned; also, discontent with just owning, Bilderberg delighted in games of humiliation and power. After years of use and abuse at the hands of the plutarch, who deemed himself to be in absolute control, the toy lashed out.
No one could have planned or foreseen the outbreak of psychic power that accompanied the backlash, as the slave tore his master into pieces and painted the suite red with his blood.
The walls of the manor could not hold the furious psychic, and neither could the response team.

Dazzled by the sights of the arcology, drunk with newfound thought and emotion and roused by the smell of blood, Blue would have been picked off sooner or later, if not picked up by Jerico Crane, fixer, scoundrel and part-time philosopher.
Crane immediately saw the benefit of having someone capable of throwing cars (without touching them, too) in good standing.
Today, he laughs at the way the blue neo-ethnic picked him up and chided him: "Never approach unannounced." Nervously, the fixer had shrugged and replied: "The streets belong to everybody" and wondered as in a childish way, the blood-stained Blue asked with narrowing eyes: "Do I now belong to everybody?"
"No, kid, you belong to yourself" was what saved him.

***

Nowadays, Blue is adult in all respects, well-read and thoughtful. Then? While physically mature, Jerico was startled by how ignorant of most areas of schooling and human interaction the runaway was; the areas Blue was proficient in made it obvious that the urchin had been someone's plaything,

They spent years together, Jerico and his gang teaching what they could and would, and setting up the prodigy to work his telekinesis for clients. As an added benefit, if a deal ever turned sour, Blue was there to gleefully tear the offenders limb from limb.

Jerico was primarily out for money; Blue's motivations evolved from gratitude, to discovering pride and a sadistic streak, towards vengeance on asociates of the former owner and corporate slavers, to picking up the cause of neo-ethnics and a general anti-corporate libertarian agenda.
Over the years, Blue learned much of subtlety, yet not near as much of sanity. Adamantly refusing treatment with hormones, antipsychotics or tech that would 'mess up my brain', Blue instead rides out each wave, learning to live with the crazy. Perhaps, one day, when the debts are paid and the world a better place to live, with less corporate scum, less slavers, less haters and less people who don't pick up after their dog, the rebel will finally settle somewhere peaceful and fish, or rake sand hence and forth. Until then, you better not phone at the cinema or cut in line.

***

5'11" is not something that makes you stand out - being blue, with curving horns, a few decorative head-tendrils in addition to charcoal hair, and a tail and hooves to boot makes up for it.
Tel'issare watches the world with red eyes set in an ageless heart-shaped face with delicate features and cherry lips, very much according to the buyer's wishes.
The Draenei's limbs are long - the arms slender slender, the legs and behind muscular, the body slightly femininely rounded.

For dress, Tel'issare prefers loose and worn baggy garb (when trying to be inconspicuous), or, ironically, gaudy dresses patterned after comuter games, comics, novels.
The Draenei is quite vain, and particular to jewelry - but places little value on the trinkets beside decoration.
When business is at hand, Tel'issare will don light body armor in camo patterns.

Scrasamax:

--- Quote from: caesar193 on January 22, 2013, 09:11:55 PM ---So, here is my guy (that is, if our lord and master of the universe Scrasamax deigns to grant his approval).

Brian Bolles, hacker extraordinaire:

Brian was born in the New York arcoplex to a family of four. He lived near the bad side of town, near where the criminals would play. When Brian was thirteen, his father got involved in a certain gang. The exact events were never revealed, but the police suspected the fire was a result of Brian's father not paying up. Whatever did happen, both of Brian's parents died as their house fell to the flames. Brian was the only survivor. Lacking any relatives to go to, he was sent to foster care, where he became known as a cold, pessimistic, and cynical child. "Who can blame him?" the owner of the foster care, Matilda Watkins, would say. "After all, his house was firebombed. Nasty business."

It was at foster care where he met Lorenz Hoffman. Lorenz was an older child, hailing from Germany, who was involved with another of New York's gangs- the Pure. The Pure were an anti-augmen gang, who regularly attacked augmens, and especially neo-ethnics. Lorenz gave Brian the basics of how to hack. Eventually, after Lorenz passed the Pure's initiation rite, he convinced (easily- Lorenz was Brian's mentor figure) Brian to join the Pure. There, Brian gained a new family.

Time passed. Brian became a better and better hacker. He gained some basic self-defense skills, which is unavoidable when you're in a gang, but not any real skills. He go by with brains and hacking than anything else. Eventually, the Pure treaded on Nip- a Nipponese gang- turf. Gang warfare broke out, and the Pure lost. Brian managed to survive by abandoning New York. It was pure coincidence that a police task force raided the Pure's headquarter the day after he had left.

Brian became a freelance mercenary after that, doing jobs for anyone with money. He cultivated contacts (through which the Fixer that's hiring us contacted him), robbed the rich (not because he's Robin Hood, but because the rich have more money than the poor), and occasionally indulged in ruining augmen and neo-ethnic lives (but not too much, in case the law enforcement got him). His time with the Pure had either enhanced or started his bigotry towards the cybernetically enhanced.

Technical Stuff:
Brian typically wears non-nondescript, practical clothes. He can easily blend in if he needs to. All his worldly possessions is in a backpack, that he wears constantly. In it, he has his laptop, an old book on hacking, and his other tools of the trade (note to self: find out hacker's tools of trade from Scrasamax!). He also has the bland stuff- money, clothes, hygiene, two extra identities, etc. He also bears two knives in special holsters on his arms that he can take out at a moment's notice. His hacking skills easily allow him to get his knives past puny metal detectors any other such devices. He generally only uses his knifes when he has to.

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A street level gang banger hacker and door breaker. I like and I think Brian will find a valuable place on the team. Doorbreaker's tools of the trade: Cardjacker (data slate with a plug in card, ala John Conner in T2) this is the main physical tool for hacking doors, work stations, etc. It's loaded with illegal programs and warez. For fun, if you want, the doorbreaker can have a Viral Intelligence (Siri but comical, rude, or whatever) Also a Cloaker that hides Brian's hardware from the data slate to his knives from background and passive scanning.

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