[Other] Cyberpunk - The Edge of Glory

[Drifter One]

just bringing the application deadline forward to Friday 13th Jan (uh Oh!)

Seems odd to me to have it on a Tuesday...

[Classic Gamer]

X-Sight-ed!

[Ladytron]

Is it too late to put in a char? I actually have CP Red (I got it as a gift a while back ), would not mind trying it out.

[Ladytron]

Tentitively done: I might make some changes though. I rolled 0's for friends, enemies, and lovers; should I had a few for flavour or just leave it for in-game? I'm OK either way.
I am still learning how to use this site so I'll just C&P for now and make it pretty later.
If anyone knows how I reduce the size of this picture, that would be appreciated.

Character Name: - Jiang Yingyue (Northern Chinese)

Handle: - Niú (It's meant to be Niú, or "Awesome", something Niú said a lot when she was young but sometimes gets changed to Niù, or "Stubborn", by her friends when they make fun of her. The non-Mandarin way usually comes out to Niū, which means "Girl"; it's not an insult but Jiang doesn't like it.)

Role: - Netrunner

Back Story: (note: I'm not sure if there's a Corp in particular you might want me to use so I will leave Corp-specific items vague for now)

Born into a life of privilege, Niú and her older sister were groomed by their Father from an early age to potentially rise up the ranks of the Corporate ladder. Niú's sister, like her Father, was very charismatic, able to lead teams and get people to do whatever they wanted to do; the perfect Corporate drone. Niú was more like her Mother; quite, contemplative, and resourceful, always looking to take advantage of any situation that might arise. Niú's Family was very tight-knit and loved each other dearly. During her early schooling, Niú was trained in a 'Leadership' program like her sister but she hated it; too much politics. Against her Father's wishes she took up a demeaning 'tech' course, learning how to manipulate technology and the NET. She was good at it, and had top grades in her class. It's also where she met some people with a dubious reputation and a love of using computers to do unsavoury things.

Not long after her 16th birthday, Niú's life changed forever and to this date she's still trying to piece together the details. That night, a strike team arrived at her Family's home in full tactical gear as if they expected heavy resistance. Caught completely unawares, Niú's Father, Mother, and Sister were quickly apprehended and escorted away in a Corporate armoured vehicle. Not too long afterwards while staying at a friend's house, Niú learned that her Father was found Guilty of Corporate Espionage; she found that highly unlikely however as her Father was at best 'average' when it came to technology and he was an Exec, not a 'spy'. Using some of the lessons she's learned in school and on the streets, Niú broke into a data cache and found out only that her Family was exiled immediately after 'The Break-In' with not information on where; it was as if someone wanted them out of the City in a hurry never to be seen again.

Since that day, Niú has been plying her trade as a Netrunner, trying to find out what happened to her Family and maybe get them back. Someone within the Corp reached out to Niú, saying they didn't know what happened but that they were a friend of her Father's, and they'd help her out as best as they could. Niú knows nothing of this mysterious benefactor but she understands their secrecy as they're likely already putting their life on the line to help her. Niú has spent her time searching the NET, looking for any information she can find on her Family, selling off what bits of information she can to make a living. An Exec has noticed her work and, possibly as a favour to her Father, helps her out with programs that he can get his hands on. As Niú has gathered a small reputation, a local Fixer has been trying to get her to bring her into her Cadre, but Niú has been resisting their efforts, preferring to work on her own for now...

Personality: Niú gives off the impression of the consummate Chinese professional; when she talks to people she always defers to those of higher rank, she is mindful of her station in life, and she is respectful of her elders. However, those who know her understand that this is just her Face; the real Niú wears the Corporate persona on the outside, but wears her wild and rebellious streak on the inside, juxtaposing against the norm of society which tend to wear their wild side on the outside yet are more conservative within. She doesn't care about your breeding, knowing first-hand that being bred into privilege is as likely to make you soft and spoiled as it is to give you a leg-up in the world. She respects those who work hard and earn their Name, not those handed a silver spoon; these are the people she will truly defer to in life. There is a slight exception; she does respect the Elderly; managing to survive until old age might not be glamourous but it should be honoured.

Appearance: In an Age where many people, especially Edgerunners, dress as wildly as possible, Niú could not possibly stand out more. She looks like someone straight out of Corporate America except with a slight cyberpunk twist. Where people her age might have wild, multi-coloured hair which changes every minute, Niú's is, well, brownish-black and very plain. Where people her age might have spikey hair, crazy hair implants, or even no hair at all, Niú's is, well, long and straight and quite ordinary. Where most people have some visual implants on their person, Niú has barely anything, preferring to keep a 'cleaner' look. 'Ordinary' notwithstanding, Niú is a fairly attractive young woman of Chinese decent, probably somewhere close to her mid 20's, slightly taller than average with a hint of an athletic build and a well-tailored bespoke look, and a splash of accessories.

 

NOTE: this is all randomly rolled (not here though as I'm not 100% how yet )

Cultural Origins - East Asian/Mandarin Chinese
Personality - Rebellious and antisocial (leaving out the violent if that's OK)
Clothing Style - Businesswear
Hairstyle - Long and Straight
Affectation - Mirrorshades (at this point, char feels very pro-corp )
Value Most - Family
Feel About People - I like almost everyone
Most Valued Person - Sister
Most Valued Possession - Photograph (prob digital)
Family Background - Corporate Execs (eek!)
Environment - Corporate Luxury Starscraper (I swear this is random)
Family Crisis - Family was Exiled
Friends - 0 (I might reroll this to have some flavour)
Enemies - 0 (as above)
Love Affairs - 0 (as above)
Life Goals - Save Family member

Netrunner:
Type - Corporate "clone runner" (again, I swear this is random)
Workspace - Minimalist, clean, and organized
Partner - Secret partner with Corporate connections
Other Clients - Work for self and sell whatever data I find on the NET
Programs - Corporate Execs supply you with programs in exchange for services
Gunning for You - Fixer or another client who wants your services exclusively

[Drifter One]

Originally Posted by Lady Cesium

Is it too late to put in a char? I actually have CP Red (I got it as a gift a while back ), would not mind trying it out.

Loadsa time

[Remorazz]

EDIT: withdrawing interest

[Drifter One]

@Remorazz stick up a character anyway - slot may open up.

@Classic Gamer, @taleteller50 did you receive the mail?

[Stormhammer]

I had an idea for a media. But it looks like you already have one.

[Drifter One]

Bumping for new player search

[RedSun]

Character Name: Annette Forrester
Handle-Anodyne
Role: Medtech

Personality: She tries to be a good person, tries to be kind. People who reciprocate that kindness will know Anodyne as a bubbly, generous, well-meaning girl who's a bit of a gossip and has an occasional interest in the macabre. People who try to take advantage of her kindness learn to very much regret having met her at all. Anodyne, for her money, believes in investing a certain degree of faith, joy, and goodwill to anyone who falls under her care-and she can take it very personally when people don't respect the work she does for them.

Appearance: Generally goes with lavender hair, green eyes and greyish skin, though she's known to shuffle things around every other month. She enjoys big coats and short skirts on her off days and wears an armorjack coat adorned with symbols denoting her status as a medic-it never hurts to let people know you're then capable of pulling out the bullet you just lodged in their stomach, should they cooperate. Her tongue is cybernetic and forked like a snake. It used to have a functional autoinjector she could use for a quick seductive sedation-or to just give herself a little high on the downlow. It's been broken for ages, unfortunately.

Backstory-Born on a military base controlled by NUSAF, Anodyne found herself groomed her entire life for the battlefield. She didn't mind the violence-it seemed horribly normal to her, and she liked the exercise and the discipline, but she never entirely fit in. Everyone was just so damn stiff! It was suffocating! As she grew older and tested well, she eventually found relief in the medcorp branch of her base. Unlike most of her superiors in boots, the combat medics of The New Harrison Defense Force knew how to crack a joke. They could move about with more freedom, were better educated, and they'd actually smile back at you if they were in the mood. Granted, as she would later learn, they were high basically all of the time, but it was still a nicer way to get through life on the base, and hey, Anodyne liked speedballing adderall and oxycodone as much as the next girl.

Of course, a combat medic still sees war. Don't ask Anodyne how many people she's killed! She doesn't know and she doesn't want to try to count. But everyone has their limits, and at one point she was assigned to a raiding operation for a tribe of Motos hiding north of the base in the redwoods. They'd expected a fight, but the pitiful force that met them was anemic and under gunned-something else had gotten to them first, and while they'd survived they weren't ready for a second assault. They barely put up a fight. During the slaughter Anodyne slipped deep into the enemy's flank, mainly to get away from the main assault, and encountered a young man arduously failing to crawl into the seat of a small buggy. She could tell immediately his wounds weren't from her platoon-NUSAF didn't typically bury shivs in people's thighs-and since he was technically a noncombatant Anodyne stitched the young man up . He thanked Anodyne, and then, with a bit of regret, pulled the lever on his buggy he'd been struggling with. A dozen grenades errupted from it's side, rushing past Anodyne and enveloping her entire platoon in choking white flames. In panic and terrified of the smell of burning flesh and the sight of the snow turning black with ash, she brought a fist to the boy's neck. He broke against her desperate strength and she grabbed the wheel of the buggy and just drove. First south, then east, then west, and then, eventually, after many adventures she barely remembers, she landed in Night City.

 

Cultural Origins-North America
Personality-Friendly and Outgoing
Style-Urban Flash
Hairstyle-Long and straight
Affectation-Tattoos
Value Most-Money
Belief in People-People are wonderful!
MVPerson-A lover
MVPossession-A diary(a collection of them, all digital)
Enemies:
A corporate executive she refused service to. A lowlevel slimebag who can only muster himself and 1d6/2 friends.
Tragic Lovers:
One who mysteriously vanished and one who went cyberpsycho and she didn't have the heart to kill.
Life Goals-Gain power and control. If you want to help people, you need means. Can't stitch anyone up with good intentions.

CAREER-Medtech
Type-Surgeon
Partner-Secret partner with mob connections
Workplace-No longer state of the art, but comfy.
Main Clients-Corporate execs looking to conduct blacksite projects.
Supply Source-Local Fixer who brings me stuff in exchange for work.

[GleefulNihilism]

Actually had an idea tucked away for this sort of thing. :P

Going Loud The Job was Simple. A crew of Tiger Claws were grabbing up pretty inputs and putting Doll-Chips into their heads, got some rich corpo's neice. The op was just to get in, get her out alive, get her to a RipperDoc that the client trusted, and if we could kill a few Claws on the way all the better. Loud was our Weapons expert and he fixed us up with some preem irons but wasn't great for the Op itself. I figured he was at least another set of eyes to watch our backs so we set him at covering our exit route. Cheeseburger and Kitsune got stupid though, and insisted on changing the job to rescuing all the Dolls instead of just the client's neice. I get wanting to do some Hooding, but not the time. Turns out that was a good thing though because Loud - well, while we were in the Parlor and among the Claws he was busy. Real busy. By the time we were making our exit, Loud had *6* shaped charges with demolition-grade explosives set up on laser tripwires, and he armed them the moment we were all clear. Choom brought down half the frakkin' building on the Claws. I know for a fact that there was a TC underboss whose last sight in this world was Loud giving him the finger just as he was blown to gibblets. And I laugh every time. Character Name: Maxwell Thomas Handle: Loud Role: Tech. Loud by Name and Loud by Nature - Loud specializes in Weapons Systems, especialy ones involving Explosives. Personality: Like someone who is convinced he's probably going to die tomorrow, which the way he lives and given his propensity for working with explosives is probably not inaccurate. Quick to Laugh, Quick to Anger, and Quick to Love; Loud has a loud enough personality that it actually takes time to notice that he's completely non-verbal, communicating entirely through ASL and text messages. Has joked that it's just a tactic he uses to pick up chicks but he's lying. Appearance: What is the deal with those sideburns? He keeps his hair short for work, because how embarrasing would it be for a bomb to be a dud because a hair fell in it? Does not go for subtlety when dressing casuality, loving a bit of flash and a bit of glow. Rarely is seen without a smirk on his face like he's on the inside of a joke. When on the clock he might change clothes into a modified version of the armor used by the NCPD Bomb Squad.   Backstory "Loud", Legal Name Max Thomas, was the son of a Militech security captain and his father definitely was hoping his son would follow in his foot steps. It was not to be though, Max was born with a genetic disorder where several parts of his inner ears either formed incorrectly or never formed at all and as such he's been completely deaf since birth. The Thomas's thought they could make up the difference with Chrome when he got older so they started training him for the company security life anyway, specializing in the disarming and disposal of bombs where they figured Max's deafness could be a benefit instead of a disability. Unfortunately they were wrong. They thought that by the time Max was an adult they could chip a sense of hearing into him but by the time he was an adult Max's brain couldn't handle audio-data anyway so even the best commercial-grade Chrome could only in theory give him about 10% of a normal sense of hearing. Militech decided this wasn't good enough and never hired him. Ultimately Max and his parents decided not to bother as they couldn't afford the good chrome anyway. He does have some chrome that lets him know the location of nearby sound sources but that's about as good as he gets for a sense of hearing. Not that it mattered, both of his parents are now rotting in a Militech private prison after getting caught up in a scandal involving murdered Medias. Ironically is deafness saved him here as it meant even the most gung-ho of investigators thought selling him as involved was too much. "Loud" is actually Completely Deaf and Non-Verbal, prefering to communicate in ASL or Text Messages. He does read lips very well though and does have some chrome in his eyes to see texts in his normal field of vision. Forced to take to the streets to make a living, he's a Tech with a speciality in Weapons. Especially weapons that involve Explosives. Defusing 'em, Planting 'em, Shooting 'em, and Planning 'em - maybe bringing Grenades to a Gun Fight isn't the best idea, but it's certainly an interesting one. Loud is essentially a one-man bomb squad who got so good at defusing bombs he's also great at planting, building, and using them in fights. His sense of fashion and personality aren't exactly quiet either. And heck, in some ways his parents are right. With his specialities in some ways his deafness *is* an advantage. You call it a disability, he calls it having a natural immunity to the bang of a flash-bang grenade and having no need for hearing protection when he pulls out a BFG. He prefers to work with trusted partners who also know ASL, and more then once this partner has been a romantic partner. This has burned him more then once too. Don't ask Max about Crystal. He loved her so deeply that he likes to think that she could have gotten him to quit working with explosives if she just asked. Unfortunately, one night after a job, she died in a dumb carwreck of all the dumb irony on the way back to their hide-out to let the heat died down. Even worse, after Crystal's death he tried to settle things up and he discovered signs suggesting that she *might* have been pregnant and working up the courage to tell him. He tells himself that he's taking Crystal with him in his heart and using that lesson to embrace Life. Sometimes he wonders if he's just suicidal. Live 100%, without Hesitation or Regret. Live Loud, because one day you won't be Living at All.   Asterick means it wasn't rolled randomly but picked to go with the concept. General Lifepath - - Cultural Origins: Eastern European; Ukranian - Personality: Moody, Rash, and Headstrong - Personal Style: General Chic, Stripped - Mirrorshades (Rarely actually worn over his Eyes) - Values Love above all else. - Every person is a valuable individual. - Loud's most valued person is a Lover (open to working on details about this person) - Loud's most valued possession is a tool, a multitool pocketknife. * - Familiy Background - Corporate Technician (Father was a Captain in Militech Security Forces). * - Early years were spent in a relatively safe Corp Zone for Militech army brats. - Parents were caught up in a Militech scandal involving a murdered journalist and imprisoned. - 2 friends, a former enemy and an ex-girlfriend. Loud doesn't do anything halfway in a way that burns out relationships quickly, for better or worse. - No enemies to speak of. - One previous tragic love affair, ironically for a bomb-maker a previous girlfriend was killed just in a basic, dumb car accident. Max believes she might have been pregnant and working up the courage to tell him. - Power and Control; Loud is determined to live his life on his own terms like every day matters. Tech Lifepath: - Weaponsmith * - Everything is designed in his Agent. - Romantic Partner (open to working on details about this person) * [To go with previous rolls.] - Loud's main clients are other Solos and combat types. - Loud's supplies mostly come from scoring deals at the Night markets. - A larger manufactorer is gunning for Loud as his mods are seen as a threat to their business.

[Drifter One]

Thanks for you interest everyone. The team has voted and a PM sent to the successful applicant.

Sorry for those that didnt make it.

[Drifter One]

Bumping for recruitment purposes. Please see initial advert.

[In the Mix]

Resubmitted for your consideration:

Character Name: Suzanna Kim
Handle: Hari-kari
Role: Med-Techie

Appearance: Standing at 5'3" {1.6 meters}, and weighing in somewhere under 100 lbs, Hari-kari looks like a strong wind could throw her down. But there is a fire in her green eyes that warn others not to play with this little storm. She wears her black hair cut to just a 2 inch stripe of hair down the middle, then comes it over the left side of her face, where it is long enough to mostly cover the perfectly cut scar that runs from her scalp down to her chin. Her naturally tan skin tone barely denotes her heritage, but also allows everyone to see the white healed scars that run along the inside of her forearms, especially those that crisscross her wrists.

Personality: (what is your choom like, what makes them tick?)

Back Story: Suzanna Kim's family had never been well to do. But growing up, she had no reason to know this. Her mother and father were pillars of their community, their early kiosk had made enough money over the years that eventually they bought a store front on a sidestreet. To little Suzie, this made them rich. She always had nice clothes, and hung out with the better class of children. Sure, there was the occasional robbery. But that was normal in Night City, and was actually a sign that they were prospering. No one held up a kiosk, except deadhead junkies.

So when Suzanna enrolled in, and was accepted by one of the best medical schools on the continent, she thought nothing of it. She didn't wonder where the money to pay for it would come from. In fact, the acceptance letter said that the tuition was already paid in full. This should have made her pause. But she was so excited that she immediately signed the bottom line, and sent her acceptance reply back, no questions asked.

What she found out later, in her third year, was that her father had offered their store, their home, and everything they owned as collateral. Or if you would prefer a different corporation, we can use that instead.Militech accepted, except they didn't want a store front, or the family apartment. Their reply offer, one that Suze would have noticed, if she had bothered to read the legalese, was Suzanna was now owned by the corporation for ten years after she graduates, with the option to buy back years of her life for §1,000,000/year.

This realization threw the young woman into a tailspin of depression, leading to multiple attempts to end her life. All of which failed, obviously, but left their mark physically and mentally. Now, having graduated near the top of her class, she works for the corporation that owns her life. And when she has the choice, she takes the the most dangerous jobs offered. She no longer wishes to kill herself, she wants someone else to do it for her. Other than that though, she is completely reliable and always puts her patients lives first.

Lifepath (this will help flesh out all of the above - Please do not roll stats or kit out your character, this will occur once you have been accepted.

[Starflier]

Danger Gal Character Name: Corey Nolan Handle: Blondie Role: Lawman Back story: Bullet holes in the walls, it was a miracle she was never hit, and moldy drywall were the backdrop for Corey’s childhood growing up in the combat zone. Squatting in a rundown apartment with the rest of her family, her only escape was through the westerns she watched on the tiny, broken tv she had salvaged and repaired from a dumpster down the block. She learned plenty about surviving on the streets, but those dead-eyed gunslingers, both good and evil, taught her style. It wasn’t a big surprise to her family that Corey joined the NCPD, even if it was a disappointment to a family that already included two sons in Maelstrom, but she was dead set on getting out of the slums. Her first day out of the academy three of her fellow rookies were killed in the line of duty, and she got a heavy dose of reality on Night City streets: no one gets out. A lesser woman might have quit, run for the hills so to speak, but Corey had that old school grit that kept her coming back day-after-day, and she never much cared for running away. Life with the badges didn’t improve much after that first day no matter how much of herself she gave to the job, and she gave it everything. Endemic corruption in the ranks meant she could never trust anyone to have her back, not even her partner. Strife between Corey and her partner built up over time, until the latter abandoned her during a gunfight with a group of Tyger Claws. Since then he has become more-and-more unhinged, even threatening Corey for telling everyone what he’d done; something she did gladly. Corey gave her notice and took her skills to Danger Gal, looking to try her hand in the private sector and hoping to find someone who actually had her back. She’s not entirely convinced about working for corporate interests, but they do give her some latitude in the cases she works. She still doesn’t really fit in, surrounded by peppy cat girls and pink, shag carpet, but at least the other women seem to take the work seriously. Personality: Corey calls it like she sees it, but usually keeps 'it' to herself unless there's a need to speak, preferring to present a stoney demeanor right out of the movies she still loves. Being raised by those old-timey heroes imparted the young woman with a disdain for running mouths, as well as a somewhat flexible view on right, wrong, and legality. She believes in helping people, but she also understands that there isn’t much room in her line of work for a bleeding heart: sometimes the best way to help is with a bullet. Amongst her coworkers she is viewed with some bemusement, but they also know she can be counted on if things turn rough. Appearance: Corey doesn’t hide the numerous scars she earned during her years as a badge, believing they add to ‘the look’ and help her be taken seriously in her side work. Being beautiful probably isn’t going to help her do her job, get a promotion, or survive a gunfight, and so falls into the Which is most everything in Night City, in her opinion.‘nonsense’ side of things, but at least she doesn’t stand out because of it at her new job, where she sometimes feels like a cave troll in comparison to the other gals. Corey does miss the uniform of the NCPD, but she also enjoys the freedom to wear what she wants… for the most part, since she’s still wearing armor under everything. Lifepath:   LIFE PATH Life Path   Cultural Region Sub-Saharan Africa (Swahili) What are you like? Stable and serious Style Nomad leathers Hairstyle Wild and all over Affectation Tongue piercing What do you value most? Honesty How do you feel about most people? I stay neutral Most valued person in your life No one Most valued possession A piece of jewelry Original Background Combat zoners Childhood Environment In a decaying, once upscale neighborhood,now holding off the boosters to survive. Background/family Crisis Your family is cursed with a hereditary feud that has lasted for generations. Your Friends None Enemy One - (Ex) Partner What Happened Accused him of cowardice after he deserted her in a gunfight What can they throw at you? Themselves and three friends What are they going to do about it? Set out to murder her. Tragic Love Affair One - Aki What Happened She went cyberpsycho Life Goals Become feared and respected Lawman Lawman   Position on the force Criminal Investigation Jurisdiction Standard City Patrol Zones Corruption Will occasionally slip and do unethical things, but it's rare. Who’s gunning for your group? Street criminals Who’s your group targeting? Drug runners Experience with CPRED: None, though I do have the core book.