[Other] [Cyberpunk Red] The Spiders Web

[The Rat Queen]

Originally Posted by Wynamoinen

A Tribune of The People does what must be done.

And have a bunch of pizzas sent that they didn't order! Viva la revolucion!

[Marshmallow]

Apparently, people are missing this here. I encourage applicants to take a lifepath roll for a try and if you don't like what you get - don't worry, if you get accepted you'll be allowed to do a new one.

If you don't own the CRB it is currently on offer over at DriveThruRPG $9 off.

[Starflier]

A timely sale, given I checked the other day and it was still full price.

Added rolls and a link to them in my previous post.

[CMRawles]

Rosah Mechi Narrative Interest: I'm down for anything really. Post Frequency: 2-3 times a week. Post Example: This might be cheating Character Name: Rosah Mechi Role: MedTech Gender Identity: Woman (She/they) Background: Rosah's early life was difficult. Her parents were combat zoners who kept their heads down and scavenged scraps in the roughest meanest section of Night City. She doesn't remember much from this time except for a deep love for her family, stress, and hunger; Early on in her life, her parents and she managed to escape and somehow found their way onto some drift nation or other, she neither remembers nor cares which one it was. Life was significantly better there, as short as their stay there was. What few memories she has there are held fondly, with much less to worry about her family was able to relax and became much more healthy and loving. She developed a particularly close relationship with her mother. Unfortunately, good things never last. When she was ten, a year into their stay on the drift nation, her parents left their home and never came back. The next few years of her life were spent in an orphanage; She had few friends but was well used to keeping her head down, and the one time somebody did try to pick on her, a string of impassioned invective made them think twice. She was a bright kid, and did well in school. She wanted more than anything to help people and when she graduated high school she went off to get some higher education, with the eventual goal of becoming a doctor. She moved back to Night City and single-mindedly pursued that goal until she was successful, but found that being a doctor didn't significantly improve her circumstances apart from making for a pretty steady living. She quickly found work with local nomads and fixers performing her specialty; Forensic Pathology. Basically whenever the local nomads or fixers had somebody killed, she's one of the people they called to find out why and how.

[Marshmallow]

I've posted the Applicants Table here.

[Saratek]

Fixer Application Narrative Interest: Mysteries, Plot Twists, Forcing Tough Decisions on Characters; that kind of stuff. I'm really up for anything. Heists are always fun. Post Frequency: 1-3 Per Week Post Examples: Longer One; Shorter One Character Name: Maxim "Max" Antonov Role: Fixer Gender Identity: Male Background   Settled among the acres of shipping containers that occupied one of the numerous Night City ports, Maxim grew up watching nondescript cases and boxes get exchanged for eddies one the regular. One of a few families that ran cargo from the rest of the world to be filtered into the city and surrounding areas, the young man could have wished for a better life, and not one of wondering if there would be dinner or watching his mother patch up his father after another confrontation with Los Caimanes, but there was nothing stronger than Family when it came to his people. Scrawny compared to his brother Ivan, Max was happy to not have to be expected to carry on running the family business when his father began to delegate more and more of his duties. While running little scams with his brother as children might have been fun, the elder brother was certainly the more logical and fitting choice. This allowed the younger to spend more of his youth exploring Night City. She'd called him on it as soon as she walked up to him in the club. She threatened to tell the bouncer he wasn't old enough to be in there yet, but took pity on Max when he begged her not to. Having found humor at his expense, the young woman introduced herself as Nova, which was just the beginning of regular encounters of jokes, pranks, and mock flirting. Even though a few intoxicated encounters hadn't been negative, there was always a nagging feeling that seemed to always lead to awkwardness during the mornings of clarity. It hadn't been the plan to meet her family, but they'd not been the type to allow their daughter to go gallivanting across Night City with some boy they'd never met. That first meeting had not gone as expected… Marco Garza, head of Los Caimanes and father to one Nova Garza did not react well to learning his daughter had been spending countless nights with none other than one of the Nomads that refused to respect the territory his gang had carved out in recent years. Guns were pulled. Nova did a lot of talking while Max barely uttered a sound, choosing a lot of nodding and shaking of his head instead. Cooler heads prevailed, especially when, given no choice but to talk, Max revealed he had little involvement in his family's business dealings, and only made eddies from the small side hustles he did. Any fence that dealt in the goods he did and with the people that brought that surely wasn't of any threat to anyone with any true power, especially not Marco Garza. Furthermore, especially once the elder got the young man talking, he came to realize just how much potential he could have if given the right direction… While it hasn't been that long since that first meeting, Max has certainly come into his own. Through his influence, the Antonov Clan and Los Caimanes halted aggressions towards each other, with each finding more success in furthering their business pursuits. To his credit, Max took full advantage of the numerous avenues of import/export he had available to him to earn a bit of renown for being able to get the most deadly tech into the hands of those that didn't want to be connected to their source. While the hardened Combat Zone Gangers certainly enjoyed the 'toys' he was able to procure for them to further their desire for carnage, nothing beat Corpo eddies… …Rolling his eyes as the massage flashes, it doesn't take more than a second for Max to reply back, "Send me the dets." Barghest, despite he penchant for understating the situation, had always been a good client, which left Max no reason to make the call. Unsure what exactly this group of edgerunners were looking for from him, the Fixer was sure he'd be able to find exactly whatever they needed for whatever insane job they were to attempt that would surely get them flat-lined. Lifepath Generation   General Lifepath Cultural Origin: Eastern European Personality: Picky, Fussy, and Nervous Clothing Style: Business Wear* Hairstyle: Long and Ratty* Affectation: Fingerless Gloves Values Most: Family Most People: Stays Neutral Valued Person: Teacher or Mentor [Marco Garza] Valued Possession: Piece of Jewelry Family Background: Urban Homeless [Port Living] Environment: Nomad Pack [Port Control] Family Crisis: Involved with Organized Crime Friends: 3 Former Lover [Nova Garza] Old Enemy [Marco Garza] Older Sibling [Ivan Antonov] Enemies: 0 Love Affairs: 2 Just Didn't Work Out [Nova Garza] Mysteriously Vanished [Undecided] Life Goal: Gain Power and Control Fixer Role Lifepath Kind of Fixer: Broker deals as a fence for scavengers raiding Corps or Combat Zones. Partner: Secret partner with mob/gang connections [Marco Garza] Office: Lobby of a Cube Hotel Side Clients: Corporate Execs who use you for "black project" procurement work. Gunning for Me: Combat Zone gangers who want you to work for them exclusively.

[zevonian]

Cyberpunk Red - Easy Mode

48 page PDF with some of the basic rules. Free and legal at DriveThruRPG.

[Starflier]

Decided to edit my application with the results of the Lifepath rolls, so I've changed Frankie's pic and Background to (hopefully) better incorporate those elements.

[Marshmallow]

Alright, that's no problem Starflier, thanks for keeping us updated.

[O2CXt3]

Hey, this looks like a fun game. I've never played Cyberpunk, but I figured I'd throw my hat in the ring.

Ni images generated by stable-diffusion Narrative Interest: There’s nothing particular I’d like to see for side stories or supporting characters. I enjoy seeing how stories unfold in whichever direction they go. Supporting characters from creative works? Hmm.. My character is sort of like Rick Deckard from Blade Runner. I always liked Roy (the replicant). “I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched c-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.” Don’t you wish there was a whole separate movie just about Roy? Post Frequency: Depends on how busy things are at work. Always once a week. Usually twice a week. Sometimes more. Post Example: I’m in two games that have been going for about a year. Here’s the active game thread where I’m the DM. Here’s a recent post from Wallace in my other game (he’s a very silly character). Here’s an old post from a more serious character. Character Name: Niander “Ni” Emberich Role: Lawman Gender Identity: Cishet Male Lifepath rolls: Here Background: Where should I begin? How do you explain what you’ve become? When I was a kid, nobody would have guessed I would become a pig. But sometimes fate makes choices for us doesn’t it? When I was a kid, I had it easy. My parents were corps. But they weren’t bad people. They were just trying to survive and raise a kid. I grew up in a corp zone in London, went to the best schools, and ate the best synthetic meat. That was until I was nine. It feels like a lifetime ago… That all ended when Ray came on the scene. He was my dad’s brother. He came to dinner a few times - you know, because he was in town. He was a big guy, with a big round belly, and he laughed too much. That’s all I remember of him. A few weeks later, my parents pulled me out of school. Said we were going on a vacation. Where were we going? Night City. Now I wasn’t a worldly kid, but I knew Night City wasn’t where people went for vacation. A few days after we got there, my parents said they had some friends we’d being staying with. That was the beginning of my life here. We moved from friend to friend, crashing at different places every few days. My parents had useful skills from their days as corps - corporate netrunners. So it wasn’t hard for them to find work. But even when I was a kid, they said they never wanted me to become a netrunner. They tried to shield me from all that. I never did hear the full story with Ray. My parents said they had lost everything through some “bad management”, but from the bits of things I overheard, I knew it was more than that. Ray had some dirt on my dad, and he took everything they had. I guess it was “bad management” in a way. They never talked about it in front of me again. So, yeah, I grew up in Night City, with a couple edgerunner parents. It was an eye opener for me, you know, after living the corp life in London. They tried to keep my education going, but they had to invest all their money in their own chrome, so it was hard for me to keep up. I didn’t go to school too much, and I started running with some street kids. That’s how I met Angel. Angel had somehow hooked himself up with some illegal chrome. Yeah, we thought he was a real gato. We started doing these little jobs. You know, petty theft, robberies, that sort of thing. But it was never enough for Angel. He said netrunning was where the big money was. Used to ask me if he could borrow my parent’s gear. You need implants for that, gonk, I told him. It was a couple months after that that I came home one night and found both my parents dead. All their gear stolen, chrome literally ripped out of their bodies. It was gruesome. The pigs didn’t do anything about it. They just came and took some notes, helped get the bodies cleared away, and that was it. A few days later a detective knocked on the door. Said he had a few questions. He wasn’t much help, but he was a nice guy. Gave me his card. Put his hand on my shoulder and told me he understood what I was going through and I could come see him if I needed a little help. The card said “Det. Hub Gateman”. But my mind was still on Angel. I went to visit him a couple weeks later, and sure enough, the guy is chromed up like a deckhead with gear that looks a little too familiar. I asked him where he got it, and he just beat the s*$% out of me. Before I finished the sentence his fist was in my mouth and I was on the ground. It didn’t take a genius to see what had happened. I crawled back home and tried to stay away from Angel after that. I was just a dirty punk and there was nothing I could do about it, not with all the chrome he had. Last I heard, Angel was in a boostergang working with some big corporation. Well… after that, I was lost. Homeless. I never had many friends in Night City. So with nowhere else to turn, I finally paid Hub a visit. The guy was a mensch. Let me stay with him for a while, and got me enrolled in a school for cops. I didn’t want to be a pig like the guys in the streets. I wanted to be like Hub. I wanted to help people. Catch people like Angel and get them off the street. I wanted to be a detective, and help solve crimes, not like the useless pigs who carted my parents away. I was maybe… a little idealistic back then. But it turns out, they don’t just make you a detective like that - you've gotta work up to it. When I finally got through all the training, I got put in the criminal investigation division, investigating smugglers. Hub said it was a good path to detective. And I got a partner - her name was Asa. We got along ok, at first. You know, I even considered her a friend. We worked on the docks in the east marina. The whole thing was kind of a joke though. We were supposed to be investigating smugglers, but everything was smugglers down there. But still… I took the job seriously, tried to do my best. Asa wasn’t like that though. Sometimes it seemed like she worked more for the smugglers than the cops. She said she’d show me the ropes, teach me how things were done in east marina, but I kept following my leads, doing my own thing, and even managed to catch a few bad guys. We still looked out for one another though. She saved me from getting ripped a few times. I was only down there a year when I got the call. The commander in charge of my division got an anonymous tip about some confiscated goods that had gone missing and they somehow found them in my cruiser. I told them it wasn't me - someone must be setting me up. Only me and Asa had access to that car. He brought us into his office and stood us in front of his desk. He told us he didn’t know what the hell was going on, but that maybe it would be best for everyone if I got rotated to another part of town. When I looked at Asa, she winked at me. Can you believe it? As far as I was concerned, it was a demotion, and one step further away from being a detective. I kept going through the motions, trying to work my way through the ranks, but things were eating away at my insides. Every night, I’d go home, put my iron on the table, take it apart, oil it, put it back together again, and watch my fish - my fish! - swimming in their neon aquarium and wonder, is this it? Is this the life I was supposed to have? I thought about Ray and my parent’s money. I thought about Angel and my parents. I thought about Asa and my job. My whole life, people had been f*%$*#@ me over. No more, I thought. No more. It's time to chrome up. I started moonlighting as a private detective to get a little more cash. And that’s how I got mixed up with the edgerunners again. It felt good. It reminded me of when I was a kid... with my parents. Sometimes edgerunners need help to untangle a mystery. Or sometimes they need someone on the inside. The money is always good. So I began to save up. And to plan. For vengeance. I still try to be a good cop. There’s no reason you can’t be a good cop, and make sure that people get what they deserve, right? Isn’t that what being a cop is all about? Making sure that people get what they deserve. That's right, choom, it's time to get what you deserve.

[Drifter One]

DEFINATELY posting interest in this!

Thinking of being a Lawman role, but rather a PI or detective if that suits?

[Drifter One]

Narrative Interest: I absolutely love character interaction, be it PC or NPC and fleshing out stories and how each encounter can shape a situation. Also really enjoy bringing in background story/history into play and prefer this to the kind of "hack and slash/run and gun" combat heavy adventure. I enjoy a plot that makes one think about their actions and how it can impact the world and surroundings the players are in. In short, i love a good story arc and intrigue/mystery.

Post Frequency: 2-3 a week
Post Examples:
Skarn Blackwater
Maxxine Sansmere


Character Name: Richard "Ricky" Fortune
Role: Lawman
Gender Identity: Male

Background

"I was just an ordinary kid, born and raised in Harlem, New York just after the turn of the century. I didn't have some rough childhood or fall in with some Boostergang, Rockerboy or some ********. Nah, didn't happen like that. I had good folks and was looked after, y'know? Went to school, knocked around with a few buddies and got up to mischief. Just like any brat of the noughties. "Ricky Fortune took a sip of whiskey from his tumbler before pulling out a packet of "Aces" from his breast pocket. Flicking the packet a cigarette popped out and he extracted it from the pack with his mouth. Grabbing his silver parafin lighter, classic 98' model, he struck the flint and lit the tobacco and took a long draw before exhaling and filling the booth with thick, blue smoke.

"So, how d'ya end up in Night City, Rick?" the Rookie asked, sipping his synthetic lemon tea.

Ricky sat back in his booth and paused for a moment, swirling his whiskey glass and watching the two cubes of ice spin in the dark liquid.

"My folks had a dream. The American dream. Nuclear family. 2.4 children or some whacked idea of paradise. They were corpo's man, so I guess just followed the money. They just picked the wrong side in the end." The detective took another puff on his cigarette, letting the smoke dance slowly towards the ceiling.

"You want another tea?" He asked his partner.

"No thanks. Was the money in NC then?"

Ricky snapped his fingers at the waitress ordering another large whiskey.

"I wasn't really old enough to remember, or to be interested." He answered. "Truth is, I guess i was sold on the yarn my parents spun me. The newest city in America, yadda yadda. Damn man, i was barely heading into my teens when we got our shitty conapt out here."

Ricky looked over the bar room to a wall of screens displaying the latest propaganda from Night City.

"Listen choom," he said turning back to his companion. "Not long after we moved here, **** went down. I was born in the midst of the second Corp war, so new no different, but the third...I was old enough to understand and it was thrown in our faces every goddamn day. Ma n' Pa ended up fallin' foul of the 2016 Cyber Assault. They had stocks. Shares man. Lost the ****ing lot. Within a week, we had nothing and they couldn't even afford to pay the rent... "Ricky swore to himself. "Desperate times, man."

"So all this Corpo, Cyber bullcrap....how on earth did that make you become a cop?"

Ricky stared at his partner with a long, icey gaze as he recalled just why he became a man of the law.

"Listen, Pete. Desperate times make for desperate measures. My Pa lost everything and began to turn to drink. Ma nagging in his earholes daily, and rightfully so. It was his duty to provide, and he wern't. He turned to the dark, got in with a bad crowd, y'know?"

Pete nodded in understanding.

"He ended up getting involved in a gig of some unknown. A Fixer by the name of Baz Oldham. Long in the turf now though, good ****ing riddance. "Ricky paused for a moment as he recalled the past. "The gig involved some highly illegal profiteering and my old Pa thought he could one up Baz and siphon some 'eddies of the top. As if these guys wouldnt know if a nickel went missing. The whole gig got messy and some other boostergang got in on the action and Baz ended up losing out. Suffice to say, Baz was the kind of Bag Man you dont **** with. Has Choombas in high places."

Sounds messy. Pete interjected. Ricky nodded and gulped down what remained of his whiskey.

"Messy aint the word. Baz called in some Wise Guys from Watson who set this whole case up against me Pa. Raided the hole we were livin' in and iced me Ma. God rest her soul. Me Pa then got set up for a bust and was tried for her murder. Got sent down and has been doing bird for the last few decades."

"And that's what made you want to be a cop? Jeezus Rick!"

"Yeah kind of. I wanted to bang up these lowlifers. Make 'em pay for what they did. Whack a few on the way, y'know? The streets man, get worse by the day and I just wanna make it better. If not for my Pa, then in the name of me Ma."

Important Connections

Pete Braithwate - Rookie Partner (when on the beat)
Renee Fortune (Wife)
Baz Oldham (is he dead?)
Governor Sanchez (Ricky uncovered election rigging/fraud and caused embarrassment to Sanchez and his office. Sanchez wants to destroy Ricky in revenge)

Lifepath Generation

Cultural Origin: NorthAmerican
Personality: Moody, rash and headstrong
Clothing Style: Business Wear
Hairstyle: Short and neat
Affectation: Mirror Shades
Values Most: Your Word
Most People: People are untrustworthy. Dont depend on anyone
Valued Person: Renee Fortune (Wife)
Valued Possession: Trilby Hat
Family Background: Corporate Technicians
Environment: Decaying, once upscale neighbourhood
Family Crisis: Victim of crime racket, mother killed, father doing time
Friends: 0
Enemies: 1 - Jacob Threetrees, Government official, caused to lose face in public office. Can use Gov Agency
Love Affairs: 2
Emma Slaine - Just Didn't Work Out
Becca Willis-Thompson - Personal goal came between us
Life Goal: Get rid of a bad reputation

Lawman Lifepath

Position: Criminal Investigation
Jurisdiction: Corporate Zones
Corruption: Ruthless and determined to control the streets. Even if it means breaking the law
Who is gunning for your group: Police Accountability group
Who is your groups major target: Organized Crime

[Drifter One]

I have just seen @O2CXt3 application and mine seems a bit too similar, so I may put in another app for a different role, time allowing.

[Marshmallow]

I'll have apps open until the 27th, so you have another week if that's what you want to do.

[Saratek]

Application Revised/Updated. If there is anything else you would like to see/have expanded upon, please do let me know.

So many amazing apps in this thread. It's all very humbling.