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I'll pretend I know what dystopia mean.
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If I said something was a joke when it didn't seem like one, I'm making an excuse to avoid an argument I know is coming. Instead of telling me how not funny I am and how it didn't seem like a joke at all, just go along with it. Because flame wars suck and nobody wants to be a part of one.
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Well, me being bored at the moment coupled with a lot of thought on this RP's theme has got me thinking about making another character... specifically one inspired/based off Tiny Tina from Borderlands 2. I can't tell if this idea will end up being a good or a bad one, but I'm going to take it out for a spin and try it anyways. Wish me luck I guess
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I like to think that gunplay isn't only about firing a gun, but also how to act in a firefight. It's one thing to shoot some tin cans, but another to fire at another man as bullets whiz past your head. As for mechanics, I'm going to steal some ideas from XCOM, but with some variation. I think each weapon should have an "effective range", and anything beyond that begins to take penalty. As for damage, you could use a "critical hit" system.
Before we begin, I'd like to discuss cover. Cover provides concealment, and protection against gunfire. While concealed, you have a greater critical hit chance and damage, but if an enemy spots you, or if you otherwise alert them somehow(noise, vision, etc.), you lose concealment. Cover can be described in terms of size.
Size:
Low cover: This kind of cover is small, or otherwise difficult to hide behind. Things such as tables, small crates, and other such things fall under this category. People are usually forced to kneel or otherwise crouch behind it to provide any real protection. You have to fire over, or from the side of low cover to attack. When in low cover, you have less protection against gunfire. You are also more likely to be seen in low cover(with some exceptions). Still, it is better than being out in the open.
High cover: This kind of cover is large enough so that you can hide behind it whilst standing. Things such as walls, freight crates, trucks, and the like fall under this category. You lean around the corner of high cover to shoot, or otherwise attack. When in high cover, you are much more difficult to be shot at. It is also easier to remain concealed when hiding behind high cover.
Effective range is, well, the effective range of a firearm. For example, a pistol would have an effective range of say, 7 tiles. If enemies are closer than 7 tiles, then the chance to hit would increase. If they are at the maximum range(7 tiles), then you would just use the base chance to hit. If the enemy is further away than 7 tiles, then the chance to hit would fall off quickly. If you target specific points of the body that aren't the center of mass(i.e. head, legs, etc.), you take a slight penalty to aim. Enemies in cover are more difficult to hit, even when in the effective range of the weapon.
Let's say that pistols have 10 damage. Targeting specific points of the body would result in a variation of damage(or perhaps even a multiplier). Maybe limbs would take less damage, while vital organs such as the brain or heart would take additional damage. Of course, you could fire indiscriminately and the part hit would usually result in the center of mass, but depending on the accuracy roll, may hit other parts.
Critical hits could depend on the person's gunplay skill, the weapon used, and the targeted part of the enemy's body. For example, aiming for the head would increase your critical hit chance, but decrease accuracy. At closer ranges, or when the enemy is flanked, or otherwise unaware of the shooter, the chance to perform a critical hit would also increase.
Just a suggestion. This method may need refining.
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Victoria was already being hunted from the age of 16, which made her father and mother think it was best to leave her alone, and since she became a lone wolf from then on. She had major trust issues.
Skills:[/b]
Melee Combat - 2
First Aid - 2
Social - 1
Technology -2
Hardware:[/b]
[b]Armored System[/b]
Having being a person with quite the knowledge on mechanics, she decided to give herself some defensive stats.
[b]Armored Skin[/b]
Armored skin is just a level 2 of what she already has
[b]Stability System[/b]
Since she can launch herself, using her gauntlets, she needs to stabilize through everything that she does.
[b]Respiration Boost[/b]
I actually don't have a reason for this.
Wetware:[/b]
[b]Reflex Package[/b]
Being a mechanic, she always hated toppling things over. So a little reflex package stopped this.
[b]Multitasking[/b]
She doesn't necessarily works on inventions, but she does way too many things all at once in her free time.
[b]Social analyzer
[/b]
Having altered memories, she needed this to atleast know if she's met the person or not.
Nanoware:[/b]
[b]Medical Nanites[/b]
This was something her parents added inside her at the age of three, since they can't bear thinking of losing their little girl.
[b]Skillware[/b]
She used this in order to gain more knowledge into aiding others, which is why it's a 2 on the first aid.
[b]Chameleon Shroud[/b]
Through a lot of tinkering and experimenting,she accidentally, gave her gauntlets, the power to make her blend, which also caused the explosion.
Complication(s): [/b]
[b]Edited Memories[/b]
Her father's doing
[b]Hated[/b]
She was hated by many gangs and police men for her 'Behaviour' and a lot of the gangs she's angered, have stated, if she steps near one of the members, they will attack without hesitation.
[b]Broke[/b]
Having not exactly having a father or mother to leach off money from, she doesn't really have any.
Appearance: [/b]She has short pink hair that's shaved on one side,Azure eyes, the word "Vi" tattoo'd on left side of her face, black and gold goggles on her head, purple-ish to pink-ish jacket, that stops doesn't go lower than her stomach, black shirt, black and dark purple jeans, and Combat boots.
Though she has metal armor bits strapped on to specific parts of her body, she has two shoulder pads, two sheets strapped to her legs. and a breast plate.
Bio: [/b]
As a child growing up in the lawless outskirts of the city, Victoria learned to rob and cheat to get by. Stealing and stripping tech hardware from companies right under their noses gave her the skills of quite the mechanic mechanic, while life on the streets taught her self-reliance. When she was six, a ragtag group of criminals took a shine to the young delinquent and brought her into their fold. By the time Victoria was eleven, she had become a seasoned accomplice, and she relished the thrill of every heist. Victoria's attitude changed when a raid on a mining facility went bad. She was forced to decide between fleeing with her crew or trying to save the innocent mine workers from a collapsed tunnel. Victoria chose to play the hero. While searching for a way to free the mine workers from the rubble, she discovered a damaged robotic mining rig. Improvising, she wrenched off its huge fists and modified them into makeshift tech gauntlets. Fitting the heavy weapons to her tiny hands, the young girl flexed her arm and threw a powered punch at the rubble. The force of the blow blasted away the rock. With the workers free to escape, Victoria fled the scene.
After that job gone wrong, Vi severed her connection to the crew. She returned to a life of solitary crime, but stole only from other criminals. As the years went by, Vi modified and improved her tech fists, allowing her to bust up heists and snatch loot with ease. Eventually, word of her notoriety reached a Sheriff of the city. Which resulted in Victoria hiding from the Sheriff, though, at the age of 18 she suffered a rather fatal blow to the head via accidental explosion of her gauntlet, leading her memories to be jumbled. Now a brainwashed Vigilante is in
[/b]Equipment (optional): [/b][b]Tech Gauntlets[/b] w[/b]ith the ability to release Excessive force.
[/b]Other (optional): [/b](Anything that didn’t fit into the sections above.)
So yea, here's a jab at another character. I decided to try out the Condemned background, so let's see if this turned out good or not.
Name:
Tetra "Neon"
Age:
18
Gender:
Female
Background:
Condemned
Skills:
Hacking III
Social II
Technology II (Skillware)
Bot Ops I (Memory Chip)
Melee Combat I (Intelligence Augmentation)
Hardware:
2 Cyberlegs
Enhanced Musculature
Memory Chip
Wetware:
Social Analyser
Intelligence Augmentation
Multitasking
Nanoware:
Skinflex
Oracles
Skillware
Complications:
Watchlist
Junkie
Hated
Appearance:
Tetra appears to be just slightly shorter than the average person, and at a first glance appears to be a light and nimble person. Her skin appears relatively fair, while her eyes are a bit of a brownish colour, while her hair is more of a red-brownish mix. During data heists, when one actually needs to get off the chair to collect some data or some other sort of information or device, she wears a multitude of disguises, mostly to make sure the government doesn't associate her with just one person(utilising the skinflex too of course). Although, when not doing dangerous things like crimes, she prefers to wear a loose shirt under a bright neon coloured jacket(bright blue, green, etc.) along with some jeans.
Bio:
Tetra's story begins in a rustic and crude orphanage, which laid in around the worst areas of Lynnhaven. Within her home were various other children as well, most of them usually around the age of 12 or less, the only real similarity being that all of them have no parents whatsoever. This applied to Tetra too of course, with her unfortunately not even having any idea as to what her surname was. It was often maintained very badly, with only a few adults who could honestly care less about managing the place. Almost everyone there had a constant looming of gloom and sadness over them, especially Tetra who seemed to always stay away from everyone else and keep to herself. Life was difficult and tough. She would've most likely caught a disease even before she got to become an adult, with just how filthy and unchecked the area really was. Things weren't about to get any better however.
Unknown to most of the populace, a top secret subbranch of the government, labeled as BioT51, has begun a new set of experiments, or as they preferred to call it, Project Ultra. Requiring human test subjects for their tests, where better to look than places where the poor and often irrelevant people reside by, the dark and often unrecorded slums. The first batch of very discreetly kidnapped children and young teenagers included Tetra, who was still at the age of 9. Bringing them to a highly secure military testing lab, they had immediately got to work.
One of the main aspects of Project Ultra was centered around was to test as to how much the brain could've been edited, modified, and augmented, before things started to noticeably take effect, and to very clearly record solutions to certain 'problems' which might've occurred. Tetra and the various other people found were subjected to a week of horrible tests, surgery, and experimentation, fully implementing prototypes of the BioT51's very carefully and articulately crafted mechanisms. Tetra in particularly, had been categorised in a section to attempt and extend the brain's full power and capacity as much as possible. This could've possibly had application for future implants, which might help increase reaction and thinking time almost twice as much as normal, without any sort of side effects. For now however, the many test subjects in Tetra's group had to deal with the untested wetware.
After the initial practically countless amounts of surgeries and implants that was necessary to begin the first phase of the project, Tetra had been given her own room, or what she usually thought of it, a prison cell. As clean and modern as it looked compared to her home(it had no furniture however, and the entire cell was padded), it was very traumatising for a child of that age to suddenly be forced into such pain and work that she was virtually unprepared for. She had been taught the main concepts of coding, technology, and even psychology, often accompanied by a few doctors who observed her in great detail as she practiced her knowledge on the various subjects. This continued for a long time, Tetra during her free time often just alone with a computer and pieces of tech laying around, even more socially isolated from everyone than she was before.
Over the years, the process continued. While she had practically no information and no home other than the very plain room she lived in, she persevered. She had to. That was all that she could've done that gave her just slight twinges of pleasure, knowing that she was completely going against what everyone had expected. As time passed by, more optimisations, edits, and new wetware and technology had been added into her, with Tetra eventually just succumbing to following their orders, knowing that resisting will end up in a lot of pain for her. Tetra grew stronger as time passed by mentally, easily grasping at concepts and very fluidly managing new knowledge and using it in new unexpected ways. The scientists knew this too, recording how Tetra had very little difficulty now coding and even creating new pieces of tech from scraps she was given access to. She was by far, one of the most successful test subjects in her category, and BioT51 had actually been planning to present their 4 years of hard work very soon, and its high potential.
That was not to be the case though. Tetra had been slowly descending into what most might describe as an unstable mental state. Solitary confinement, along with all the quick and sudden changes to her body along with the fact that her brain often had to adapt to new pieces of tech every month took it's toll on her. Days would sometimes be spent just staring at a corner in the wall, huddled up with herself, either very quietly chuckling to herself or just very strangely shivering to herself with a depressed look on her face. BioT51 ignored this however, as the side effects weren't too damaging, and they had lots more test subjects to fill in for her in case something happened. Unknown to them however, she had been thinking and growing in ways none of them could've expected.
Being constantly watched by doctors, along with access to knowledge in science and psychology, allowed her to very quietly mask her real emotions and intents. Starting around 1 year ago, she had already been planning her escape, still using the only computer she had access to along with the scraps of tech she was allowed to use to tinker with. The day before the planned revealing of BioT51's Project Ultra, which had cost millions of dollars, Tetra had done it. A sudden blackout had occurred in the facility, along with any sort of emergency power sources suddenly not functioning at all, some even exploding. Before this happened however, practically every cell had been opened, allowing every test subject to roam free, most of which rioting and attempting to escape. Knowing that a single escape would've meant chaos, guards had been authorised to kill, but more preferably contain. Almost half of all the people they had been testing on died that day, with the others being detained as swiftly as possible once the guards finally realised what was happening. A headcount of everyone they had(including the dead) revealed that a person was missing however. Their prized possession. Patient 1, Tetra.
Through the disorder Tetra caused by her very uniquely coded shapeshifting worm, which conveniently enough very easily connected to the base's database, she was finally free. In all honesty, she had never felt this happy in her entire life. Completely free to do whatever she wanted. As expected, the 14 year old quickly integrated herself back into society as fast as she could. An enhanced mind meant she had the capabilities of doing things most people wouldn't even be capable of imagining. Tetra found herself a home underground in an abandoned and derelict subway station, purchasing it off the black market as discreetly as possible, before setting up everything she would've needed. It was only a week before her place was effectively filled up with things. A workshop took up around half the space, tools and random sets of tech lying around the area. On the other hand, the place where she wrote and did most of her digital work had a desk filled up with four monitors, with her multitasking capabilities allowing her to use all of them efficiently. She had even begun picking up on how to operate robots and defend herself through combat.
She had really only two major problems at this point, unlike the position she last found herself in(the slums). First was all of the trauma which she had endured in the testing chambers. Tetra often found herself having really undiagnosable side effects of what happened back then, such as shivering, headaches, and stuttering, to possibly worse effects. Tetra hasn't really gone out to personally find out what the worse effects exactly detail, but from the archives of BioT51's Project Ultra she copied before her worm wiped everything, it appears most subjects tested in her category seemed to experience psychotic hallucinations and delusions, along with even violent and destructive psychopathy, to even worse effects. Flashblacks of those past days often made her very depressed as well. As such, with all of the knowledge available to her and her very refined thinking skills and determination, she crafted a new recipe for a drug.
She called it Craze, and while it was still a drug, she attempted to keep it as safe as possible, but as of right now, there was really no way that she had thought of yet that could make it any less addictive or less dangerous. It was experimental after all. While it kept her mental issues down, and made her a lot more capable of being cheerful, she needed to take at least one dose of the stuff everyday, if not more if a lot more work was done. Tetra now relies on it heavily, and while she knows that this is bound to make her very vulnerable(side effects of this drug that she had not foreseen haven't really been checked for yet), there was no optimal choice. It takes quite a bit of money and a considerable amount of time and resources to craft Craze, but it allows her to be a lot more light, optimistic, and even loopy sometimes. So it stuck.
The other problem was the government. For a lot of reasons really. BioT51 was on her tracks, and had been looking for her very furiously. Ever since they found out that a mysterious worm in their computers had wiped out all the data they had on Project Ultra, the government had very severely lowered the amount of funding they got. While still receiving some money for the very minor work they do now, they are out for revenge. If any sort of news really surfaces about her, they will find her and most likely detain her once again.
The problem was that living a lifestyle where you had to keep your head low often made it so that Tetra resorted to crime. Already knowingly associating herself as a professional hacker, it was very easy to slip into it. Giving herself a nickname on the web, 'Neon' became one of the most notorious hackers Lynnhaven has ever seen. A vigilante some might say, with private information and tip-offs about criminals often being released by her. Or a criminal, as the news reports that she occasionally conducts attacks against mega-corporations(as Tetra found the current way things were to be a huge injustice after escaping the labs and reading up on it). Either way, the government was now onto her as well, and has placed her on the watchlist.
It's been 4 years since, and Tetra has progressed exceedingly well. With enough cash on hand to help her survive for a long time, and BioT51 might even be practically giving up on any hope of finding her, yet she's managed to become one of the most successful hackers in the world. Security and digital experts hired by the government were often left clueless by Neon's untraceable work, and had been very quickly fired, with their supposed merits and reputation ruined. Neon has been getting a bit more involved in the politics of the world, now more intent on finding injustice and making sure to punish the greedy who exploited the poor, sometimes even donating to orphanages around the area or investing in badly built areas to hopefully help change things for the better. A hobby in her free time which also cools herself down(other than Craze) that she has gotten into the habit of doing is playing video games, which she's often very skilled in. Due to the implants in her mind, Tetra can very quickly destroy competition in strategy based games, along with shooting games, most of which rely more on reaction time. And if not, well, a few buffs to her character couldn't hurt, right? Other than that, she has also enhanced herself further with skinflex technology to protect herself, along with two cyberlegs, which she uses when she needed to escape after a heist conducted at an area keeping sensitive data. She's even managed to integrate an enhanced musculature into her body, as while she wasn't particularly skilled at combat, she knew that she would at least have a bit of strength on her side.
Tetra looks like she's still at the top of her game, and it doesn't look like she's about to stop anytime soon.
Equipment:
When she needs to travel, Tetra usually keeps a bag around with her filled with essential things like her laptop, a medkit, her phone, and her usual dose of Craze. Due to her lack of real combat or gun experience, when it's necessary she uses an array of gadgets built by herself, utilising things such as smoke bombs, caltrops, tracking devices, and etc. When out for high risk missions, what she almost never leaves without is her small set of explosives, some of which are the classic fragmentation and concussion grenades bought off the black market, to the more conventional tear grenades, flashbangs, to even her own personal chemical concoctions, such as smoke or incendiary devices. She is experienced with and has used high grade explosives before, having blown up buildings before by utilising things such as TNT to simple dynamite. As she says though, 'those are for the really really special days!'.
Other:
This was highly inspired and based off Borderlands 2's Tiny Tina, although it might've turned into something a bit hard to relate to at this point.
Also as expected, her personality is often a very outgoing one, a person who first meets her might even think that she's just a playful kid who can't take anything seriously, the first half of that being true anyways.
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((The mechanics have been updated, and if for some reason you care about my app, it's better now. After eons of waiting, it's time to start the RP!))
The COL were set up in a part of Lynnhaven that many people referred to as Old Town. Long ago, during the war, this section was the entire city. It was always bustling with people, and it had a strong economy, due to being a major steel producer during the war. After the war ended and the mega-corporations took control of the world, many saw Lynnhaven to be profitable. They set up great buildings, skyscrapers, and more efficient factories around that section. Soon the people of Lynnhaven left Old Town, the steel buildings and luxury drawing them away. Because of this, Old Town is never maintained, and it bears a striking contrast to Lynnhaven's concrete jungle, only containing old wooden, stone, brick, and plaster buildings. Gangs jumped at the chance to have a private area to themselves, and now Old Town is known for being a shady neighborhood. Nobody really visits, save for the occasional police investigation or homeless person. This area is also unique in that because the corps never touched this area, no cameras are set up either, save for the ones set up by the COL. Now, within an expanded warehouse basement, the COL resides, seeing the area as an optimal location to set up a base of operations.
Today is August 12th, 2137. A light wind and rain rolled over Lynnhaven. It was morning, but it wasn't obvious due to the clouds. Surprisingly enough, Old Town was calm that day. The street lamps lining the road were turned off, as electricity had long since been cut off from this area of the city. The sidewalks and roads were old and cracked, occasionally containing a pot hole. Many windows and doors on the buildings had been boarded up, as burglary was not uncommon here.
Wilson leaned against the wall of the warehouse, underneath the protection of an overhang, waiting for the new recruits to show up. It was around 9 AM, the instructed meeting time, and Wilson was to wait for 10-15 minutes and bring anyone who showed up inside. His boss, Denzel, had given him a list of people he contacted a day earlier, giving an appearance and a brief background. Wilson had it out on his smartphone, ready to look at it and see if anyone approaching was a recruit. He didn't have his backpack with him, but his pistol and hatchet were underneath his jacket in case trouble arrived. He wasn't too worried about getting jumped, as there was a hidden camera near the entrance to the warehouse, with fellow agents watching to see what would happen. He tried not to look too threatening, in case he might scare off a recruit. He was standing in Old Town, after all.
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((Can't believe I forgot about different ranges on guns. Also, the cover mechanic sounds good. I'll probably add some of your suggestions.))
((Can you specify how powerful these gauntlets are?))
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//Well.. They can break through brick walls, level buildings, and break a load of bones in one punch. Excessive force is when she punches something, and the electricity and force of it goes through,and hurts everything behind the original target.
((Riot nerf pls. Vi OP. On a more serious note, your character seems to draw heavily from, if not entirely based on Vi from League of Legends. Just throwing that out there.))
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//Well.. They can break through brick walls, level buildings, and break a load of bones in one punch. Excessive force is when she punches something, and the electricity and force of it goes through,and hurts everything behind the original target.
((I'm gonna have to ask you to nerf them. Extra damage and breaking through some types of walls is ok, but this isn't.))
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((It's been fixed(added enhanced musculature instead). I edited out first aid too to replace it with melee combat by the way. So now that that's done, I'm just going to assume I can start writing as both characters.))
2 Days Ago...
A museum laid very quietly in the night, with no real light turned on inside to be seen. Recently, things haven't been going too particularly well for it though. They weren't getting as many visitors as they have been back then, most likely due to the whole gloom that has been settling above everyone, with how practically every plant on Earth was now sick and possibly even incurable. Since it was a relatively unpopular museum, not a lot of people already knowing about the place in the first place, they've even had to lay off a guard or two just to keep making a reasonable profit. But they would survive. They've recently been bought under a mega-corporation, as part of a deal to make sure the museum gets a whole new makeover the next month, and that it's still sustainable. Under them they'd be safe. At least, that's what they thought.
A guard inside the building had been taking his usual strolls around the place, holding some sort of flashlight and shining it around the place. He had been working for practically a year now and, in all honesty, has probably already seen it all. I mean, who would dare to rob from mega-corporations? They virtually rule the world at this point. Not to mention all of the security this place has been fitted with. Keeping a very calm and apathetic expression on his face, he then turned to the corner, before being suddenly pulled into the darkness of the shadows, and being beaten to unconsciousness. From then on, it was all but silent.
In the meantime, in another room somewhere in the building, grids upon grids of security feeds were being monitored by two men, one of which even felt like already sleeping off. The room used to be a bit more full, but a few workers had very coincidentally called in sick at the same time, even getting one of the guards thinking that there was some sort of conspiracy happening against him. One of the men had been lazing around the workplace, placing both of his feet on a nearby table as he sat down, yawning slightly to himself before hearing a knock upon the door. One of the other guards, already paying attention the the monitors and standing up, he then walked very nonchalantly to the sound.
"It's probably Charlie, with the daily news most likely. It's been a pretty boring night, as usual huh Frank?", he said as the man sitting down nodded very quietly back to him, before the door was then unlocked and opened by the man. Half a second passed by before the guard was knocked out in a punch, and brought onto the ground. The other man, still shocked by the sudden attacker, attempted to quickly bring out his firearm and aim it at the intruder. The person, dressed all in black and a gas mask which concealed most of her face quickly tossed a throwing knife towards him, the knife striking him directly on his right leg. The guard quickly let go of the gun, grimacing in pain as he was then very abruptly shoved onto a wall. He groaned in pain once more, before the newcomer quickly punched him in the face. It was purposely not strong enough to kill nor knock him out, with the man now completely quiet as he stared back, very frightened, at the masked woman.
"You're bleeding. If you don't get help, you'll eventually bleed to death, and as of right now, I'm the only one who can get you assistance. So you're going to listen and do exactly what I say. I need the security systems down, and you're going to help me.", the man, realising he had no choice, nodded very obediently, before the person pushed him back up and right in front of the security systems. Typing in a few commands or so, he eventually turned around and bopped his head down once again.
"It's done.", he said as the intruder quickly kicked away the gun which the man had previously dropped.
"So it seems. I guess it's time to say good bye, and good night.", very swiftly raising her arm, she brought a punch down intended to knock him out, before she then quickly brought her fist to a stop, as he seemed to still have something to say.
"Wait wait wait! U-um... I've been p-paid to give you this in case you come around...", he said as he seemed to shiver and take out a letter from his pocket, with the word 'BANDIT' marked on the top. She very quickly took the message, and opened it in a rush, to reveal a very strange message of sorts. Reading all of the information as fast as possible, she crumpled up the piece of paper in around 5 seconds, and put it in her pocket to dispose of at a later date.
"Thank you. I'm afraid I can't leave any stoned unturned though, so...", her fist, still only around one inch away from the man, twisted slightly and dealt a very painful blow to him, knocking him out. She sighed to herself, before walking back off and heading towards the few galleries where she would begin her thefts. It took her a few minutes to steal some of the more significant ones, with glass cases being left with huge holes in them, made possible courtesy of Claire's nanorobotic gloves, which very easily carved gaps like that to just pick up the goodies from inside. Knowing the police would be here very soon, which often followed from a downed security system, the bandit left through the front entrance, walking off in a very collected manner, before disappearing into the night, with still the thoughts about the very strange message she got on her mind.
Today...
Claire very carefully walked into the Old Town, with both of her hands very comfortably placed in her jacket's pockets. It was a good place to meet she supposed, the police rarely kept an eye on this place, and as such this place has practically become a criminal's paradise. With her gas mask still on and covering her mouth, the only expression her face seemed to give was one of a very serious and uncaring person, who continued to examine the area as she moved along, turning her head occasionally to get a better view of things. Any criminal who was around was met back with a short stare by the bandit, some of them even being intimidated and looking away.
Still using the cover which was often attached to the side of buildings to protect herself from the rain, she noticed that she had finally reached the coordinates she'd been told to arrive to, as confirmed through using her mnemonic augmentation to recall very perfectly. Seeing that there was a dark brown haired man wearing a baseball cap waiting very, well the word calmly could be used, with his phone out, she caught the meaning very quickly. Utilising her post-visual sight, she that there seemed to be other people around, very discreetly watching the area. Taking this into mind, Claire noted that she was prepared enough to take on anyone if things got ugly. Walking and then leaning on the same wall of the warehouse Wilson was leaning upon, she was only about a few feet away before she then spoke almost suddenly(with the silence of the Old Town and the rain), in a very composed tone.
"I assume you were the one who sent the message?"
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Victor idly walked through the streets of Lynnhaven. Having seen the weather forecast a while back, he had donned a sleek black coat. He had nothing to do today, as nobody required his services. Some people walked down the sidewalk, with umbrellas in hand. Others ran through the rain, scurrying towards any source of shade. Cars of various forms drove through the street, their noisy engines only proving to annoy him. The cold morning gave Victor the urge to seek refuge in a warm building. After walking a short distance, he found himself in a coffee shop.
A tinkling of a bell chime was heard as Victor stepped inside. A gust of warm air washed across his face, giving him feelings of comfort. There were many empty tables around, though a few lonely patrons sat alone at their respective tables. He walked towards the counter, where he was greeted by a cheery young woman.
"Good morning sir." she said in an attempt to make pleasant conversation.
"Morning. Coffee, please." Victor said in reply as he put his credit chit on the counter.
"Alright. One cup of coffee coming up. For here or to go?"
"For-" suddenly, Victor's phone had rung. "Strange. I don't have any jobs today..." he mumbled to himself.
His eyes widened as he read the message. He confusedly read it again, as if he was making sure it was real. He tapped a few buttons on his phone to delete the message, making a mental note to remember the coordinates. Victor looked back at the shopkeep.
"To go, please." he said.
Victor left the shop with a styrofoam cup in hand. The heat of the coffee contrasted with the bleak and cold outdoors. His arm shot up as he hailed a cab. The yellow car gradually came to a halt, stopping just to the side of Victor.
"Where to?" the driver asked.
"Old town."
No more words were exchanged as Victor stepped inside the cab. Like the coffee shop, the cab was also warm, but mostly uncomfortably so. It would seem that all heaters were equal. In a span of half an hour, he had arrived at the edge of Old town. The cab driver had refused to set his car inside, fearing the presence of gangs. Victor just nodded, swiping his credit chit as payment. He opened the door and stepped outside.
It was calmer here in Old town. There was a light breeze that rolled through, causing diseased leaves to sway in the distance. The town was slightly deserted, save for a few homeless people hanging outside. The roads and buildings had fallen into disrepair, having visible cracks. Some of the houses here were even made of the classic wood and brick. A stark contrast to the concrete and steel buildings Victor was used to. He reached out to stretch his tired body. When he looked back, the cab was already gone. He shrugged as he reached for his pocket pistol, finding security in its presence. He walked forward towards the direction of the coordinates.
The trip was uneventful, having not encountered anyone on the way. The coordinates had led Victor to a dingy-looking warehouse. A man was waiting outside, and another woman seemed to be talking with him. With his enhanced senses, he was able to pick up a smidgen of the conversation. It would seem that Victor wasn't the only one who received the mysterious message. He walked up to the pair, hand on his concealed pistol. For all he knew, this could be a trap. Still, the money couldn't be passed up.
"I suppose you're my 'contact'?" Victor asked cautiously.
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Wilson continued leaning on the wall, quickly glancing over the bios on the list, when all of a sudden a voice off to the side broke the constant sound of the rain. He looked over and didn't even have to glance back at his phone to tell who it was. He remembered reading about a woman in a gas mask who snuck through buildings without a trace. It seems Denzel chose well. Wilson grinned slightly.
"No, that would be my boss. I'm just out here to receive you," he replied. He extended his left hand for a hand shake. He was right handed, but seeing as his right hand was full he decided against using it. "You must be Claire. I'm Wilson. Nice to meet you. The others should be arriving shortly."
He glanced down the road and spotted a man in a black coat walking towards them. He quickly pulled up the list again and confirmed his appearance, mainly identifying Victor through his scar. Seeing as people were coming a bit more frequently, Wilson put away his phone so he could properly great them.
"I am. I'm Wilson. I assume you're Victor," he said as he extended his right hand this time. "Looks like you're the second person to arrive, unless we have another sneaky one."
The man had introduced himself as Wilson, and said that he was indeed the contact. At any rate, it meant that this message wasn't a trap, or at least, proved its validity. Wilson had put away his phone, and extended his arm to shake Victor's hand. Victor took a gamble, and released the grip on his weapon. Perhaps this man could be trusted.
"That's me. A pleasure to meet you, Wilson." Victor said civilly as he shook the man's hand firmly.
Victor shot a glance to the woman on his right. She wore a gas mask and looked lithe by comparison. He began to wonder on what this motley crew of recruits would look like.
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Claire only turned slightly to hear the man's answer, who replied to her question before very kindly putting his hand out for a handshake. She seemed to pause for a while, thinking it through for a while before she decided to extend her left hand to politely return the handshake. Him knowing her name seemed to spark a bit of a red flag in her mind, but she didn't give anything away that would really suggest she really cared. Seeing as this Wilson already knew her and she herself having really nothing worth saying at this point, she simply nodded back in return, with her still as ever apathetic expression being displayed. Upon hearing that there seemed to be more people arriving however, her curiosity peaked very slightly, interested in seeing who else was to come.
As she crossed her arms, still leaning on the dull wall of the warehouse, Claire's attention was caught by another man in a black coat, who seemed to be the second to arrive. Just after a few seconds, her guess that he got a message too was confirmed, with the two men having a short introductory talk. She took a quick note of the newcomer's name of course.
However, a look at her would make it seem that Claire didn't really seem to care about anything at this point, as if in a mode of stasis, simply aware and listening to her surroundings as there really wasn't much for her to say yet until what she assumed the entire group of people who had been contacted had arrived. For a moment, it even looked like she was daydreaming, staring into the rain and just enjoying the calm and soothing sounds of it.
A few hours ago...
"Yes! Winner!" Tetra was currently facing four monitors, sitting in a comfortable swirling chair surrounded by two keyboards and what looked to be a bright neon green gaming mouse. She'd been fighting off an entire team of four players in a team based shooter game, and had unimaginably managed to defeat the entire group without even dying once. One of the screens displayed the usual first person viewpoint, while the others seem to give off other constantly updated statistics, such as a huge view of the map, and even a strategy board which was placed there for Tetra to quickly type in any sort of optimal strategy to use in a situation of the current round. Through examination of each player's habits and capabilities and her multitasking capabilities, she's managed to very skillfully destroy the competition, followed by either insults or accusations that she was hacking in the chat log. Smirking victoriously to herself, she adjusted her headphones, before then leaving the game.
Quickly grabbing a Craze pill by her right side and a bottle of water on the left, she gulped down her daily dose, sighing to herself and closing her eyes for a few seconds, just enjoying the immediate rush and boost of energy she seemed to get from it. After that, Tetra then drank down some water once again, before scrolling through a few game servers, feeling in a mood for yet another game. One might say she could've been doing something more productive, but what was more useful than honing her skills in utilising information and statistics to her advantage? Other than it just being a virtual playing field that is.
Deciding to check the media on the internet once again first, she very quickly and easily scanned through the information as she scrolled through it. Nothing was of real interest, until she got around to checking her messages on a hackers-only forums, noticing that she got a very peculiar message. Checking another monitor of hers to see her extremely messy to-do list, she looked free for today. Typing this in to her schedule, she stood up and put on her jacket, and picked up her usual set of gadgets. As she was about to leave, just after finally choosing to bring along a few simple explosives just in case, she turned back, standing there and looking at her computer for a few seconds before rushing back and joining a server.
"One more game can't hurt...", she whispered to herself in a mischievous manner before getting back to quickly examining the players.
Currently...
After three games of annihilating her enemies, she got off her procrastination spree and very discreetly exited her underground home using a network of equally derelict and unused paths. It was only a matter of time before she reached Old Town. She'd heard about the place before, and as she walked down the side pavement, where there was at least cover from the rain, Tetra marveled in an intrigued manner at the place, noting that it must've been one of the most historic sites in Lynnhaven, knowing of course that it had played a bit of an important part during the horrible World War III.
Her jacket, a black one covered in neon green lines, was adjusted very quickly, as her attention was then caught by a small group of people who seemed to have been waiting at a warehouse for something to happen, of which two men taller than her were currently conversing with each other, while a woman wearing a gas mask looked like she was just admiring the cool rain. They looked a bit peculiar being in an area like this, but from her social analyser, the group didn't seem to harbor malicious intent. She almost instinctually reached into her jacket to hold her explosives, but resisted the urge.
She then walked down very casually towards them, deciding to introduce herself quickly, to see what was going on, with a very friendly smirk on her face.
"Hai there! Name's Tetra, cool ta meet ya guys! Say, one of you wouldn't have come across a message, wouldcha? Specifically one which gives the coordinates to this place and was sent by some guy called S?", her speech pattern seemed to be faster than the average, giving off a very energetic aura. With both of her hands in her jean's pockets though, the right one was pretty much ready to bring out a grenade at any second, if Tetra deemed it's services were needed that is.
Victoria received the message while working on a little something-something in her workshop, which was just a random garage at the outskirts of the city. She took the letter and stared down at it, reading thoroughly the entire letter. She crumpled the letter and threw it at the bin at the other side of the room. She hopped off her stool, put on some shoes and slung a bag over her shoulder 'Could use the money' she thought. she dusted off her white tank top, half of it stained with oil. She shoved some keys into her gray, tattered pants and tied her shoes. She raised the goggles to her head and walked out the door.
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Well, me being bored at the moment coupled with a lot of thought on this RP's theme has got me thinking about making another character... specifically one inspired/based off Tiny Tina from Borderlands 2. I can't tell if this idea will end up being a good or a bad one, but I'm going to take it out for a spin and try it anyways. Wish me luck I guess
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Just curious about this subject, but is it possible to put in more than one memory chip into your character?
I like to think that gunplay isn't only about firing a gun, but also how to act in a firefight. It's one thing to shoot some tin cans, but another to fire at another man as bullets whiz past your head. As for mechanics, I'm going to steal some ideas from XCOM, but with some variation. I think each weapon should have an "effective range", and anything beyond that begins to take penalty. As for damage, you could use a "critical hit" system.
Before we begin, I'd like to discuss cover. Cover provides concealment, and protection against gunfire. While concealed, you have a greater critical hit chance and damage, but if an enemy spots you, or if you otherwise alert them somehow(noise, vision, etc.), you lose concealment. Cover can be described in terms of size.
Size:
Low cover: This kind of cover is small, or otherwise difficult to hide behind. Things such as tables, small crates, and other such things fall under this category. People are usually forced to kneel or otherwise crouch behind it to provide any real protection. You have to fire over, or from the side of low cover to attack. When in low cover, you have less protection against gunfire. You are also more likely to be seen in low cover(with some exceptions). Still, it is better than being out in the open.
High cover: This kind of cover is large enough so that you can hide behind it whilst standing. Things such as walls, freight crates, trucks, and the like fall under this category. You lean around the corner of high cover to shoot, or otherwise attack. When in high cover, you are much more difficult to be shot at. It is also easier to remain concealed when hiding behind high cover.
Effective range is, well, the effective range of a firearm. For example, a pistol would have an effective range of say, 7 tiles. If enemies are closer than 7 tiles, then the chance to hit would increase. If they are at the maximum range(7 tiles), then you would just use the base chance to hit. If the enemy is further away than 7 tiles, then the chance to hit would fall off quickly. If you target specific points of the body that aren't the center of mass(i.e. head, legs, etc.), you take a slight penalty to aim. Enemies in cover are more difficult to hit, even when in the effective range of the weapon.
Let's say that pistols have 10 damage. Targeting specific points of the body would result in a variation of damage(or perhaps even a multiplier). Maybe limbs would take less damage, while vital organs such as the brain or heart would take additional damage. Of course, you could fire indiscriminately and the part hit would usually result in the center of mass, but depending on the accuracy roll, may hit other parts.
Critical hits could depend on the person's gunplay skill, the weapon used, and the targeted part of the enemy's body. For example, aiming for the head would increase your critical hit chance, but decrease accuracy. At closer ranges, or when the enemy is flanked, or otherwise unaware of the shooter, the chance to perform a critical hit would also increase.
Just a suggestion. This method may need refining.
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[b]Name: Victoria Price[/b]
Vi to those she calls friends.
Six to those who don't know her all too well.
[b]Age: 22[/b]
Gender: [/b][b]Female[/b]
Background:[/b] [b]Condemned[/b]
Victoria was already being hunted from the age of 16, which made her father and mother think it was best to leave her alone, and since she became a lone wolf from then on. She had major trust issues.
Skills:[/b]
Melee Combat - 2
First Aid - 2
Social - 1
Technology -2
Hardware:[/b]
[b]Armored System[/b]
Having being a person with quite the knowledge on mechanics, she decided to give herself some defensive stats.
[b]Armored Skin[/b]
Armored skin is just a level 2 of what she already has
[b]Stability System[/b]
Since she can launch herself, using her gauntlets, she needs to stabilize through everything that she does.
[b]Respiration Boost[/b]
I actually don't have a reason for this.
Wetware:[/b]
[b]Reflex Package[/b]
Being a mechanic, she always hated toppling things over. So a little reflex package stopped this.
[b]Multitasking[/b]
She doesn't necessarily works on inventions, but she does way too many things all at once in her free time.
[b]Social analyzer
[/b]
Having altered memories, she needed this to atleast know if she's met the person or not.
Nanoware:[/b]
[b]Medical Nanites[/b]
This was something her parents added inside her at the age of three, since they can't bear thinking of losing their little girl.
[b]Skillware[/b]
She used this in order to gain more knowledge into aiding others, which is why it's a 2 on the first aid.
[b]Chameleon Shroud[/b]
Through a lot of tinkering and experimenting,she accidentally, gave her gauntlets, the power to make her blend, which also caused the explosion.
Complication(s): [/b]
[b]Edited Memories[/b]
Her father's doing
[b]Hated[/b]
She was hated by many gangs and police men for her 'Behaviour' and a lot of the gangs she's angered, have stated, if she steps near one of the members, they will attack without hesitation.
[b]Broke[/b]
Having not exactly having a father or mother to leach off money from, she doesn't really have any.
Appearance: [/b]She has short pink hair that's shaved on one side,Azure eyes, the word "Vi" tattoo'd on left side of her face, black and gold goggles on her head, purple-ish to pink-ish jacket, that stops doesn't go lower than her stomach, black shirt, black and dark purple jeans, and Combat boots.
Though she has metal armor bits strapped on to specific parts of her body, she has two shoulder pads, two sheets strapped to her legs. and a breast plate.
Bio: [/b]
As a child growing up in the lawless outskirts of the city, Victoria learned to rob and cheat to get by. Stealing and stripping tech hardware from companies right under their noses gave her the skills of quite the mechanic mechanic, while life on the streets taught her self-reliance. When she was six, a ragtag group of criminals took a shine to the young delinquent and brought her into their fold. By the time Victoria was eleven, she had become a seasoned accomplice, and she relished the thrill of every heist. Victoria's attitude changed when a raid on a mining facility went bad. She was forced to decide between fleeing with her crew or trying to save the innocent mine workers from a collapsed tunnel. Victoria chose to play the hero. While searching for a way to free the mine workers from the rubble, she discovered a damaged robotic mining rig. Improvising, she wrenched off its huge fists and modified them into makeshift tech gauntlets. Fitting the heavy weapons to her tiny hands, the young girl flexed her arm and threw a powered punch at the rubble. The force of the blow blasted away the rock. With the workers free to escape, Victoria fled the scene.
After that job gone wrong, Vi severed her connection to the crew. She returned to a life of solitary crime, but stole only from other criminals. As the years went by, Vi modified and improved her tech fists, allowing her to bust up heists and snatch loot with ease. Eventually, word of her notoriety reached a Sheriff of the city. Which resulted in Victoria hiding from the Sheriff, though, at the age of 18 she suffered a rather fatal blow to the head via accidental explosion of her gauntlet, leading her memories to be jumbled. Now a brainwashed Vigilante is in
[/b]Equipment (optional): [/b][b]Tech Gauntlets[/b] w[/b]ith the ability to release Excessive force.
[/b]Other (optional): [/b](Anything that didn’t fit into the sections above.)
[/b]
So yea, here's a jab at another character. I decided to try out the Condemned background, so let's see if this turned out good or not.
Name:
Tetra "Neon"
Age:
18
Gender:
Female
Background:
Condemned
Skills:
Hardware:
Wetware:
Nanoware:
Complications:
Appearance:
Tetra appears to be just slightly shorter than the average person, and at a first glance appears to be a light and nimble person. Her skin appears relatively fair, while her eyes are a bit of a brownish colour, while her hair is more of a red-brownish mix. During data heists, when one actually needs to get off the chair to collect some data or some other sort of information or device, she wears a multitude of disguises, mostly to make sure the government doesn't associate her with just one person(utilising the skinflex too of course). Although, when not doing dangerous things like crimes, she prefers to wear a loose shirt under a bright neon coloured jacket(bright blue, green, etc.) along with some jeans.
Bio:
Tetra's story begins in a rustic and crude orphanage, which laid in around the worst areas of Lynnhaven. Within her home were various other children as well, most of them usually around the age of 12 or less, the only real similarity being that all of them have no parents whatsoever. This applied to Tetra too of course, with her unfortunately not even having any idea as to what her surname was. It was often maintained very badly, with only a few adults who could honestly care less about managing the place. Almost everyone there had a constant looming of gloom and sadness over them, especially Tetra who seemed to always stay away from everyone else and keep to herself. Life was difficult and tough. She would've most likely caught a disease even before she got to become an adult, with just how filthy and unchecked the area really was. Things weren't about to get any better however.
Unknown to most of the populace, a top secret subbranch of the government, labeled as BioT51, has begun a new set of experiments, or as they preferred to call it, Project Ultra. Requiring human test subjects for their tests, where better to look than places where the poor and often irrelevant people reside by, the dark and often unrecorded slums. The first batch of very discreetly kidnapped children and young teenagers included Tetra, who was still at the age of 9. Bringing them to a highly secure military testing lab, they had immediately got to work.
One of the main aspects of Project Ultra was centered around was to test as to how much the brain could've been edited, modified, and augmented, before things started to noticeably take effect, and to very clearly record solutions to certain 'problems' which might've occurred. Tetra and the various other people found were subjected to a week of horrible tests, surgery, and experimentation, fully implementing prototypes of the BioT51's very carefully and articulately crafted mechanisms. Tetra in particularly, had been categorised in a section to attempt and extend the brain's full power and capacity as much as possible. This could've possibly had application for future implants, which might help increase reaction and thinking time almost twice as much as normal, without any sort of side effects. For now however, the many test subjects in Tetra's group had to deal with the untested wetware.
After the initial practically countless amounts of surgeries and implants that was necessary to begin the first phase of the project, Tetra had been given her own room, or what she usually thought of it, a prison cell. As clean and modern as it looked compared to her home(it had no furniture however, and the entire cell was padded), it was very traumatising for a child of that age to suddenly be forced into such pain and work that she was virtually unprepared for. She had been taught the main concepts of coding, technology, and even psychology, often accompanied by a few doctors who observed her in great detail as she practiced her knowledge on the various subjects. This continued for a long time, Tetra during her free time often just alone with a computer and pieces of tech laying around, even more socially isolated from everyone than she was before.
Over the years, the process continued. While she had practically no information and no home other than the very plain room she lived in, she persevered. She had to. That was all that she could've done that gave her just slight twinges of pleasure, knowing that she was completely going against what everyone had expected. As time passed by, more optimisations, edits, and new wetware and technology had been added into her, with Tetra eventually just succumbing to following their orders, knowing that resisting will end up in a lot of pain for her. Tetra grew stronger as time passed by mentally, easily grasping at concepts and very fluidly managing new knowledge and using it in new unexpected ways. The scientists knew this too, recording how Tetra had very little difficulty now coding and even creating new pieces of tech from scraps she was given access to. She was by far, one of the most successful test subjects in her category, and BioT51 had actually been planning to present their 4 years of hard work very soon, and its high potential.
That was not to be the case though. Tetra had been slowly descending into what most might describe as an unstable mental state. Solitary confinement, along with all the quick and sudden changes to her body along with the fact that her brain often had to adapt to new pieces of tech every month took it's toll on her. Days would sometimes be spent just staring at a corner in the wall, huddled up with herself, either very quietly chuckling to herself or just very strangely shivering to herself with a depressed look on her face. BioT51 ignored this however, as the side effects weren't too damaging, and they had lots more test subjects to fill in for her in case something happened. Unknown to them however, she had been thinking and growing in ways none of them could've expected.
Being constantly watched by doctors, along with access to knowledge in science and psychology, allowed her to very quietly mask her real emotions and intents. Starting around 1 year ago, she had already been planning her escape, still using the only computer she had access to along with the scraps of tech she was allowed to use to tinker with. The day before the planned revealing of BioT51's Project Ultra, which had cost millions of dollars, Tetra had done it. A sudden blackout had occurred in the facility, along with any sort of emergency power sources suddenly not functioning at all, some even exploding. Before this happened however, practically every cell had been opened, allowing every test subject to roam free, most of which rioting and attempting to escape. Knowing that a single escape would've meant chaos, guards had been authorised to kill, but more preferably contain. Almost half of all the people they had been testing on died that day, with the others being detained as swiftly as possible once the guards finally realised what was happening. A headcount of everyone they had(including the dead) revealed that a person was missing however. Their prized possession. Patient 1, Tetra.
Through the disorder Tetra caused by her very uniquely coded shapeshifting worm, which conveniently enough very easily connected to the base's database, she was finally free. In all honesty, she had never felt this happy in her entire life. Completely free to do whatever she wanted. As expected, the 14 year old quickly integrated herself back into society as fast as she could. An enhanced mind meant she had the capabilities of doing things most people wouldn't even be capable of imagining. Tetra found herself a home underground in an abandoned and derelict subway station, purchasing it off the black market as discreetly as possible, before setting up everything she would've needed. It was only a week before her place was effectively filled up with things. A workshop took up around half the space, tools and random sets of tech lying around the area. On the other hand, the place where she wrote and did most of her digital work had a desk filled up with four monitors, with her multitasking capabilities allowing her to use all of them efficiently. She had even begun picking up on how to operate robots and defend herself through combat.
She had really only two major problems at this point, unlike the position she last found herself in(the slums). First was all of the trauma which she had endured in the testing chambers. Tetra often found herself having really undiagnosable side effects of what happened back then, such as shivering, headaches, and stuttering, to possibly worse effects. Tetra hasn't really gone out to personally find out what the worse effects exactly detail, but from the archives of BioT51's Project Ultra she copied before her worm wiped everything, it appears most subjects tested in her category seemed to experience psychotic hallucinations and delusions, along with even violent and destructive psychopathy, to even worse effects. Flashblacks of those past days often made her very depressed as well. As such, with all of the knowledge available to her and her very refined thinking skills and determination, she crafted a new recipe for a drug.
She called it Craze, and while it was still a drug, she attempted to keep it as safe as possible, but as of right now, there was really no way that she had thought of yet that could make it any less addictive or less dangerous. It was experimental after all. While it kept her mental issues down, and made her a lot more capable of being cheerful, she needed to take at least one dose of the stuff everyday, if not more if a lot more work was done. Tetra now relies on it heavily, and while she knows that this is bound to make her very vulnerable(side effects of this drug that she had not foreseen haven't really been checked for yet), there was no optimal choice. It takes quite a bit of money and a considerable amount of time and resources to craft Craze, but it allows her to be a lot more light, optimistic, and even loopy sometimes. So it stuck.
The other problem was the government. For a lot of reasons really. BioT51 was on her tracks, and had been looking for her very furiously. Ever since they found out that a mysterious worm in their computers had wiped out all the data they had on Project Ultra, the government had very severely lowered the amount of funding they got. While still receiving some money for the very minor work they do now, they are out for revenge. If any sort of news really surfaces about her, they will find her and most likely detain her once again.
The problem was that living a lifestyle where you had to keep your head low often made it so that Tetra resorted to crime. Already knowingly associating herself as a professional hacker, it was very easy to slip into it. Giving herself a nickname on the web, 'Neon' became one of the most notorious hackers Lynnhaven has ever seen. A vigilante some might say, with private information and tip-offs about criminals often being released by her. Or a criminal, as the news reports that she occasionally conducts attacks against mega-corporations(as Tetra found the current way things were to be a huge injustice after escaping the labs and reading up on it). Either way, the government was now onto her as well, and has placed her on the watchlist.
It's been 4 years since, and Tetra has progressed exceedingly well. With enough cash on hand to help her survive for a long time, and BioT51 might even be practically giving up on any hope of finding her, yet she's managed to become one of the most successful hackers in the world. Security and digital experts hired by the government were often left clueless by Neon's untraceable work, and had been very quickly fired, with their supposed merits and reputation ruined. Neon has been getting a bit more involved in the politics of the world, now more intent on finding injustice and making sure to punish the greedy who exploited the poor, sometimes even donating to orphanages around the area or investing in badly built areas to hopefully help change things for the better. A hobby in her free time which also cools herself down(other than Craze) that she has gotten into the habit of doing is playing video games, which she's often very skilled in. Due to the implants in her mind, Tetra can very quickly destroy competition in strategy based games, along with shooting games, most of which rely more on reaction time. And if not, well, a few buffs to her character couldn't hurt, right? Other than that, she has also enhanced herself further with skinflex technology to protect herself, along with two cyberlegs, which she uses when she needed to escape after a heist conducted at an area keeping sensitive data. She's even managed to integrate an enhanced musculature into her body, as while she wasn't particularly skilled at combat, she knew that she would at least have a bit of strength on her side.
Tetra looks like she's still at the top of her game, and it doesn't look like she's about to stop anytime soon.
Equipment:
When she needs to travel, Tetra usually keeps a bag around with her filled with essential things like her laptop, a medkit, her phone, and her usual dose of Craze. Due to her lack of real combat or gun experience, when it's necessary she uses an array of gadgets built by herself, utilising things such as smoke bombs, caltrops, tracking devices, and etc. When out for high risk missions, what she almost never leaves without is her small set of explosives, some of which are the classic fragmentation and concussion grenades bought off the black market, to the more conventional tear grenades, flashbangs, to even her own personal chemical concoctions, such as smoke or incendiary devices. She is experienced with and has used high grade explosives before, having blown up buildings before by utilising things such as TNT to simple dynamite. As she says though, 'those are for the really really special days!'.
Other:
This was highly inspired and based off Borderlands 2's Tiny Tina, although it might've turned into something a bit hard to relate to at this point.
Also as expected, her personality is often a very outgoing one, a person who first meets her might even think that she's just a playful kid who can't take anything seriously, the first half of that being true anyways.
((You've got a spare skill point. Fix it and you're good to go.))
(( I guess it's ok if you really don't want to apply it. Just edit your original post with all the details you added. Right now your app is all over the place.))
((Can't believe I forgot about different ranges on guns. Also, the cover mechanic sounds good. I'll probably add some of your suggestions.))
((Can you specify how powerful these gauntlets are?))
((You need at least one Cyber Arm to get Power Surge. Other than that, if you want to RP with two characters, or just go with one of them, you're free to do it.
Also, I feel like I should start the RP, so I'll put up the first post in a few hours. If you're still making your app, don't worry. I'm just going to have everybody meet up first. You can finish it while that's happening.))
I apologize in advance if I don't post on an RP for a while; I'm still sorting things out.
((The mechanics have been updated, and if for some reason you care about my app, it's better now. After eons of waiting, it's time to start the RP!))
The COL were set up in a part of Lynnhaven that many people referred to as Old Town. Long ago, during the war, this section was the entire city. It was always bustling with people, and it had a strong economy, due to being a major steel producer during the war. After the war ended and the mega-corporations took control of the world, many saw Lynnhaven to be profitable. They set up great buildings, skyscrapers, and more efficient factories around that section. Soon the people of Lynnhaven left Old Town, the steel buildings and luxury drawing them away. Because of this, Old Town is never maintained, and it bears a striking contrast to Lynnhaven's concrete jungle, only containing old wooden, stone, brick, and plaster buildings. Gangs jumped at the chance to have a private area to themselves, and now Old Town is known for being a shady neighborhood. Nobody really visits, save for the occasional police investigation or homeless person. This area is also unique in that because the corps never touched this area, no cameras are set up either, save for the ones set up by the COL. Now, within an expanded warehouse basement, the COL resides, seeing the area as an optimal location to set up a base of operations.
Today is August 12th, 2137. A light wind and rain rolled over Lynnhaven. It was morning, but it wasn't obvious due to the clouds. Surprisingly enough, Old Town was calm that day. The street lamps lining the road were turned off, as electricity had long since been cut off from this area of the city. The sidewalks and roads were old and cracked, occasionally containing a pot hole. Many windows and doors on the buildings had been boarded up, as burglary was not uncommon here.
Wilson leaned against the wall of the warehouse, underneath the protection of an overhang, waiting for the new recruits to show up. It was around 9 AM, the instructed meeting time, and Wilson was to wait for 10-15 minutes and bring anyone who showed up inside. His boss, Denzel, had given him a list of people he contacted a day earlier, giving an appearance and a brief background. Wilson had it out on his smartphone, ready to look at it and see if anyone approaching was a recruit. He didn't have his backpack with him, but his pistol and hatchet were underneath his jacket in case trouble arrived. He wasn't too worried about getting jumped, as there was a hidden camera near the entrance to the warehouse, with fellow agents watching to see what would happen. He tried not to look too threatening, in case he might scare off a recruit. He was standing in Old Town, after all.
I apologize in advance if I don't post on an RP for a while; I'm still sorting things out.
//Well.. They can break through brick walls, level buildings, and break a load of bones in one punch. Excessive force is when she punches something, and the electricity and force of it goes through,and hurts everything behind the original target.
((Riot nerf pls. Vi OP. On a more serious note, your character seems to draw heavily from, if not entirely based on Vi from League of Legends. Just throwing that out there.))
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((I'm gonna have to ask you to nerf them. Extra damage and breaking through some types of walls is ok, but this isn't.))
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((It's been fixed(added enhanced musculature instead). I edited out first aid too to replace it with melee combat by the way. So now that that's done, I'm just going to assume I can start writing as both characters.))
2 Days Ago...
A museum laid very quietly in the night, with no real light turned on inside to be seen. Recently, things haven't been going too particularly well for it though. They weren't getting as many visitors as they have been back then, most likely due to the whole gloom that has been settling above everyone, with how practically every plant on Earth was now sick and possibly even incurable. Since it was a relatively unpopular museum, not a lot of people already knowing about the place in the first place, they've even had to lay off a guard or two just to keep making a reasonable profit. But they would survive. They've recently been bought under a mega-corporation, as part of a deal to make sure the museum gets a whole new makeover the next month, and that it's still sustainable. Under them they'd be safe. At least, that's what they thought.
A guard inside the building had been taking his usual strolls around the place, holding some sort of flashlight and shining it around the place. He had been working for practically a year now and, in all honesty, has probably already seen it all. I mean, who would dare to rob from mega-corporations? They virtually rule the world at this point. Not to mention all of the security this place has been fitted with. Keeping a very calm and apathetic expression on his face, he then turned to the corner, before being suddenly pulled into the darkness of the shadows, and being beaten to unconsciousness. From then on, it was all but silent.
In the meantime, in another room somewhere in the building, grids upon grids of security feeds were being monitored by two men, one of which even felt like already sleeping off. The room used to be a bit more full, but a few workers had very coincidentally called in sick at the same time, even getting one of the guards thinking that there was some sort of conspiracy happening against him. One of the men had been lazing around the workplace, placing both of his feet on a nearby table as he sat down, yawning slightly to himself before hearing a knock upon the door. One of the other guards, already paying attention the the monitors and standing up, he then walked very nonchalantly to the sound.
"It's probably Charlie, with the daily news most likely. It's been a pretty boring night, as usual huh Frank?", he said as the man sitting down nodded very quietly back to him, before the door was then unlocked and opened by the man. Half a second passed by before the guard was knocked out in a punch, and brought onto the ground. The other man, still shocked by the sudden attacker, attempted to quickly bring out his firearm and aim it at the intruder. The person, dressed all in black and a gas mask which concealed most of her face quickly tossed a throwing knife towards him, the knife striking him directly on his right leg. The guard quickly let go of the gun, grimacing in pain as he was then very abruptly shoved onto a wall. He groaned in pain once more, before the newcomer quickly punched him in the face. It was purposely not strong enough to kill nor knock him out, with the man now completely quiet as he stared back, very frightened, at the masked woman.
"You're bleeding. If you don't get help, you'll eventually bleed to death, and as of right now, I'm the only one who can get you assistance. So you're going to listen and do exactly what I say. I need the security systems down, and you're going to help me.", the man, realising he had no choice, nodded very obediently, before the person pushed him back up and right in front of the security systems. Typing in a few commands or so, he eventually turned around and bopped his head down once again.
"It's done.", he said as the intruder quickly kicked away the gun which the man had previously dropped.
"So it seems. I guess it's time to say good bye, and good night.", very swiftly raising her arm, she brought a punch down intended to knock him out, before she then quickly brought her fist to a stop, as he seemed to still have something to say.
"Wait wait wait! U-um... I've been p-paid to give you this in case you come around...", he said as he seemed to shiver and take out a letter from his pocket, with the word 'BANDIT' marked on the top. She very quickly took the message, and opened it in a rush, to reveal a very strange message of sorts. Reading all of the information as fast as possible, she crumpled up the piece of paper in around 5 seconds, and put it in her pocket to dispose of at a later date.
"Thank you. I'm afraid I can't leave any stoned unturned though, so...", her fist, still only around one inch away from the man, twisted slightly and dealt a very painful blow to him, knocking him out. She sighed to herself, before walking back off and heading towards the few galleries where she would begin her thefts. It took her a few minutes to steal some of the more significant ones, with glass cases being left with huge holes in them, made possible courtesy of Claire's nanorobotic gloves, which very easily carved gaps like that to just pick up the goodies from inside. Knowing the police would be here very soon, which often followed from a downed security system, the bandit left through the front entrance, walking off in a very collected manner, before disappearing into the night, with still the thoughts about the very strange message she got on her mind.
Today...
Claire very carefully walked into the Old Town, with both of her hands very comfortably placed in her jacket's pockets. It was a good place to meet she supposed, the police rarely kept an eye on this place, and as such this place has practically become a criminal's paradise. With her gas mask still on and covering her mouth, the only expression her face seemed to give was one of a very serious and uncaring person, who continued to examine the area as she moved along, turning her head occasionally to get a better view of things. Any criminal who was around was met back with a short stare by the bandit, some of them even being intimidated and looking away.
Still using the cover which was often attached to the side of buildings to protect herself from the rain, she noticed that she had finally reached the coordinates she'd been told to arrive to, as confirmed through using her mnemonic augmentation to recall very perfectly. Seeing that there was a dark brown haired man wearing a baseball cap waiting very, well the word calmly could be used, with his phone out, she caught the meaning very quickly. Utilising her post-visual sight, she that there seemed to be other people around, very discreetly watching the area. Taking this into mind, Claire noted that she was prepared enough to take on anyone if things got ugly. Walking and then leaning on the same wall of the warehouse Wilson was leaning upon, she was only about a few feet away before she then spoke almost suddenly(with the silence of the Old Town and the rain), in a very composed tone.
"I assume you were the one who sent the message?"
((Not too free now, will post for Tetra very soon.))
Victor idly walked through the streets of Lynnhaven. Having seen the weather forecast a while back, he had donned a sleek black coat. He had nothing to do today, as nobody required his services. Some people walked down the sidewalk, with umbrellas in hand. Others ran through the rain, scurrying towards any source of shade. Cars of various forms drove through the street, their noisy engines only proving to annoy him. The cold morning gave Victor the urge to seek refuge in a warm building. After walking a short distance, he found himself in a coffee shop.
A tinkling of a bell chime was heard as Victor stepped inside. A gust of warm air washed across his face, giving him feelings of comfort. There were many empty tables around, though a few lonely patrons sat alone at their respective tables. He walked towards the counter, where he was greeted by a cheery young woman.
"Good morning sir." she said in an attempt to make pleasant conversation.
"Morning. Coffee, please." Victor said in reply as he put his credit chit on the counter.
"Alright. One cup of coffee coming up. For here or to go?"
"For-" suddenly, Victor's phone had rung. "Strange. I don't have any jobs today..." he mumbled to himself.
His eyes widened as he read the message. He confusedly read it again, as if he was making sure it was real. He tapped a few buttons on his phone to delete the message, making a mental note to remember the coordinates. Victor looked back at the shopkeep.
"To go, please." he said.
Victor left the shop with a styrofoam cup in hand. The heat of the coffee contrasted with the bleak and cold outdoors. His arm shot up as he hailed a cab. The yellow car gradually came to a halt, stopping just to the side of Victor.
"Where to?" the driver asked.
"Old town."
No more words were exchanged as Victor stepped inside the cab. Like the coffee shop, the cab was also warm, but mostly uncomfortably so. It would seem that all heaters were equal. In a span of half an hour, he had arrived at the edge of Old town. The cab driver had refused to set his car inside, fearing the presence of gangs. Victor just nodded, swiping his credit chit as payment. He opened the door and stepped outside.
It was calmer here in Old town. There was a light breeze that rolled through, causing diseased leaves to sway in the distance. The town was slightly deserted, save for a few homeless people hanging outside. The roads and buildings had fallen into disrepair, having visible cracks. Some of the houses here were even made of the classic wood and brick. A stark contrast to the concrete and steel buildings Victor was used to. He reached out to stretch his tired body. When he looked back, the cab was already gone. He shrugged as he reached for his pocket pistol, finding security in its presence. He walked forward towards the direction of the coordinates.
The trip was uneventful, having not encountered anyone on the way. The coordinates had led Victor to a dingy-looking warehouse. A man was waiting outside, and another woman seemed to be talking with him. With his enhanced senses, he was able to pick up a smidgen of the conversation. It would seem that Victor wasn't the only one who received the mysterious message. He walked up to the pair, hand on his concealed pistol. For all he knew, this could be a trap. Still, the money couldn't be passed up.
"I suppose you're my 'contact'?" Victor asked cautiously.
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Wilson continued leaning on the wall, quickly glancing over the bios on the list, when all of a sudden a voice off to the side broke the constant sound of the rain. He looked over and didn't even have to glance back at his phone to tell who it was. He remembered reading about a woman in a gas mask who snuck through buildings without a trace. It seems Denzel chose well. Wilson grinned slightly.
"No, that would be my boss. I'm just out here to receive you," he replied. He extended his left hand for a hand shake. He was right handed, but seeing as his right hand was full he decided against using it. "You must be Claire. I'm Wilson. Nice to meet you. The others should be arriving shortly."
He glanced down the road and spotted a man in a black coat walking towards them. He quickly pulled up the list again and confirmed his appearance, mainly identifying Victor through his scar. Seeing as people were coming a bit more frequently, Wilson put away his phone so he could properly great them.
"I am. I'm Wilson. I assume you're Victor," he said as he extended his right hand this time. "Looks like you're the second person to arrive, unless we have another sneaky one."
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The man had introduced himself as Wilson, and said that he was indeed the contact. At any rate, it meant that this message wasn't a trap, or at least, proved its validity. Wilson had put away his phone, and extended his arm to shake Victor's hand. Victor took a gamble, and released the grip on his weapon. Perhaps this man could be trusted.
"That's me. A pleasure to meet you, Wilson." Victor said civilly as he shook the man's hand firmly.
Victor shot a glance to the woman on his right. She wore a gas mask and looked lithe by comparison. He began to wonder on what this motley crew of recruits would look like.
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//Extra damage and breaking through walls it is.
((In that case, accepted. Post when ready.))
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Claire only turned slightly to hear the man's answer, who replied to her question before very kindly putting his hand out for a handshake. She seemed to pause for a while, thinking it through for a while before she decided to extend her left hand to politely return the handshake. Him knowing her name seemed to spark a bit of a red flag in her mind, but she didn't give anything away that would really suggest she really cared. Seeing as this Wilson already knew her and she herself having really nothing worth saying at this point, she simply nodded back in return, with her still as ever apathetic expression being displayed. Upon hearing that there seemed to be more people arriving however, her curiosity peaked very slightly, interested in seeing who else was to come.
As she crossed her arms, still leaning on the dull wall of the warehouse, Claire's attention was caught by another man in a black coat, who seemed to be the second to arrive. Just after a few seconds, her guess that he got a message too was confirmed, with the two men having a short introductory talk. She took a quick note of the newcomer's name of course.
However, a look at her would make it seem that Claire didn't really seem to care about anything at this point, as if in a mode of stasis, simply aware and listening to her surroundings as there really wasn't much for her to say yet until what she assumed the entire group of people who had been contacted had arrived. For a moment, it even looked like she was daydreaming, staring into the rain and just enjoying the calm and soothing sounds of it.
A few hours ago...
"Yes! Winner!" Tetra was currently facing four monitors, sitting in a comfortable swirling chair surrounded by two keyboards and what looked to be a bright neon green gaming mouse. She'd been fighting off an entire team of four players in a team based shooter game, and had unimaginably managed to defeat the entire group without even dying once. One of the screens displayed the usual first person viewpoint, while the others seem to give off other constantly updated statistics, such as a huge view of the map, and even a strategy board which was placed there for Tetra to quickly type in any sort of optimal strategy to use in a situation of the current round. Through examination of each player's habits and capabilities and her multitasking capabilities, she's managed to very skillfully destroy the competition, followed by either insults or accusations that she was hacking in the chat log. Smirking victoriously to herself, she adjusted her headphones, before then leaving the game.
Quickly grabbing a Craze pill by her right side and a bottle of water on the left, she gulped down her daily dose, sighing to herself and closing her eyes for a few seconds, just enjoying the immediate rush and boost of energy she seemed to get from it. After that, Tetra then drank down some water once again, before scrolling through a few game servers, feeling in a mood for yet another game. One might say she could've been doing something more productive, but what was more useful than honing her skills in utilising information and statistics to her advantage? Other than it just being a virtual playing field that is.
Deciding to check the media on the internet once again first, she very quickly and easily scanned through the information as she scrolled through it. Nothing was of real interest, until she got around to checking her messages on a hackers-only forums, noticing that she got a very peculiar message. Checking another monitor of hers to see her extremely messy to-do list, she looked free for today. Typing this in to her schedule, she stood up and put on her jacket, and picked up her usual set of gadgets. As she was about to leave, just after finally choosing to bring along a few simple explosives just in case, she turned back, standing there and looking at her computer for a few seconds before rushing back and joining a server.
"One more game can't hurt...", she whispered to herself in a mischievous manner before getting back to quickly examining the players.
Currently...
After three games of annihilating her enemies, she got off her procrastination spree and very discreetly exited her underground home using a network of equally derelict and unused paths. It was only a matter of time before she reached Old Town. She'd heard about the place before, and as she walked down the side pavement, where there was at least cover from the rain, Tetra marveled in an intrigued manner at the place, noting that it must've been one of the most historic sites in Lynnhaven, knowing of course that it had played a bit of an important part during the horrible World War III.
Her jacket, a black one covered in neon green lines, was adjusted very quickly, as her attention was then caught by a small group of people who seemed to have been waiting at a warehouse for something to happen, of which two men taller than her were currently conversing with each other, while a woman wearing a gas mask looked like she was just admiring the cool rain. They looked a bit peculiar being in an area like this, but from her social analyser, the group didn't seem to harbor malicious intent. She almost instinctually reached into her jacket to hold her explosives, but resisted the urge.
She then walked down very casually towards them, deciding to introduce herself quickly, to see what was going on, with a very friendly smirk on her face.
"Hai there! Name's Tetra, cool ta meet ya guys! Say, one of you wouldn't have come across a message, wouldcha? Specifically one which gives the coordinates to this place and was sent by some guy called S?", her speech pattern seemed to be faster than the average, giving off a very energetic aura. With both of her hands in her jean's pockets though, the right one was pretty much ready to bring out a grenade at any second, if Tetra deemed it's services were needed that is.
Victoria received the message while working on a little something-something in her workshop, which was just a random garage at the outskirts of the city. She took the letter and stared down at it, reading thoroughly the entire letter. She crumpled the letter and threw it at the bin at the other side of the room. She hopped off her stool, put on some shoes and slung a bag over her shoulder 'Could use the money' she thought. she dusted off her white tank top, half of it stained with oil. She shoved some keys into her gray, tattered pants and tied her shoes. She raised the goggles to her head and walked out the door.
"Let's go." She spoke
She made her journey to the coordinates.