Pomtormo
Anime Mom
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Futuristic աɛʟƈօʍɛ ȶօ ȶɦɛȶǟ քʀɨʍɛ (The Cast)
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shadowdude505
McDude
"I'm not just a pretty face. This cat has claws."
Name: Chloe "Cleo" QuintenAge: 25
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance & Cybernetics:
- Height: 5'10"
- Blond shoulder length hair with curls reminiscent of 80s style.
- Wears black eye shadow and pink lipstick.
- Green cybernetic cat-like eyes with night vision.
- Her whole body is made up of cybernetics. She has a curvaceous body, soft synthesized skin (Caucasian) and the exposed mechanical parts have a purple and yellow color scheme. The yellow parts have leopard print.
- Her hands have retractable claws.
- She has cat-like agility and flexibility.
- She has enhanced hearing and cybernetic cat ears (yellow with leopard spots).
- Cybernetic cat tail (yellow, leopard pattern).
- The "skin" on her face has leopard spots mimicking freckles on her cheeks. She also has tattoo-like spots on her sides.
- She has a punkish style with an 80s aesthetic and a black leotard is usually the main thing she wears.
Voice:
Personality:
Cleo is a playful flirt that thrives in social settings. She tends to call men "tiger" and women "cutie" when flirting. She likes to have eyes on her and generally acts calm & collected. She's very comfy in her cybernetics and it is unusual for her to be embarrassed. She's a cat girl through and through; she's known to make purring sounds, hissing, and feline word play like "pur-fect" and "cat got your tongue?"
Even though she's a call girl, she genuinely likes helping people unwind and be distracted from their stressful life. She has a friendly and professional approach to her clients and keeps things confidential. A night of pleasure, or just someone to talk to; Cleo is flexible in more ways than one and wants to keep the client as comfy as possible. She's a good listener and is better at remembering details than most.
She also has a big sister streak. Her cybernetic body can't bear children, so a child's life is extra special to her. She believes that children are the future and should be protected, even if life can be a hell hole at times. Her playful streak is still apparent around kids and she tends to call boys "buddy"/girls "sweetie."
Backstory:
Cleo wasn't the name she was born with, but it's the name she goes by. Raised by a single mother, she did what she could as an exotic dancer to make ends meet. People did what they could to survive; it was no different for Cleo when she was older. She followed in her mother's footsteps and worked at a club called The Cat's Meow. She underwent full body replacement surgery to become a cybernetic cat girl, but she gladly traded her body for funds since it meant she could survive. At first most of her funds went to paying off the surgeries, but she was good at work and she became a well-known face. Her cybernetics weren't just for pleasure though, she could be trusted to protect the other dancers if trouble broke out.
Years went by and she forgot the struggles of life, until someone at Arcos Entertainment decided to rebrand The Cat's Meow into a more family friendly club. Not wanting to change her image, she saw her chance to leave the company and took it. It was back to a rough life and she had to do something to survive out there in the slums, so she began to look into mercenary work.
Higher ups at Arcos Entertainment later regretted letting Cleo walk out. Feeling like they own her, they wiped away any record of her surgery payments; making it looks like she still has a debt to pay.
Weapons:
A purple and yellow pistol with leopard prints.
Slasher claws (the claws of her cybernetics).
A whip.
Tools:
Plasma cutter (purple) - gift from Catch.
Theme:
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Pomtormo
Anime Mom
"I could live in the world just like a stranger. I could tell you the truth or a lie. I could tell you that people are good in the end...But why, why would I?"
Name: Catch Root (Not Her Birthname, Goodluck Finding It)
Age: 23
Gender: Female, She isn't particularly feminine though.
Sexuality: Pansexual
Appearance & Cybernetics:
- Height: 5'8"
- Catch has a jet black asymmetrical bob cut short almost buzzed in the back with baby bangs and front pieces (longest part of her hair reaching a few inches below her shoulders) dyed white.
- She has three white dots tattooed under each eye in a vertical line.
- Both her eyes are cybernetic and look like this.
(Catch doesn't have as many cybernetic parts as she would like because she does not have the money for them. Slowly she plans to replace more and more of herself.)
-Catch is naturally of tan complexion, she doesn't sleep easy and almost always has dark circles under her eyes.
-Her frame is rather petite, weighing in at 110 Lbs. She relies on her brain much more than her brawn.
-Catch is normally wearing a sort of leotard/bodysuit like this but with a hood, customized with a crude painting of an eye she did herself. Pants are usually a neutral colored pair of drawstring joggers she is very much a substance over syle sort of person. Shoes neutral laceless boots. Catch likes practicality in her clothing. Choosing substance over style every time. Her favorite pastime is climbing skyscrapers and structures in the iron jungle of the city, particularly at night so she can get a good look at the moon.
Voice: Sounds something like
Personality:
There is something about Catch that screams uncivilized or feral. Maybe it's the permanent dark almost purple circles under her eyes. The fact that she's not big on silly things like 'table manners' or 'fashion'. Or perhaps it could be her almost painfully blunt manner of speaking. Her refusal to entertain you out of a sense of politeness and failure to pick up on otherwise obvious social queues. Beneath this rather unpolished exterior there's a deep thinker. A mind running in ten different directions at once, barely able to keep time with its own pace. Eager to learn and quick with a question. If you're willing to look past some of her social shortcomings though you may see Catch for what she really is; a sad, lonely, girl yearning for meaning and a higher purpose.
Backstory:
Catch Root was born blind to a poor family in the slums unable to afford any sort of cybernetics to give her sight and so she lived the beginning of her life as a lowly beggar. When she was ten-years old a Junker named Ratchet Root took her in, paying her parents a megar sum in exchange. He changed Catch's life forever when her gave Catch her first cybernetic eye. Appreciative and indebted to the stranger she became his devoted pupil. Catch worked hard for him and in return Ratchet taught her how to tinker with and build cybernetics from junk. She worked alongside him until his passing about two years ago. His junking business unfortunately dying out with him.
All too farmiliar with the burn of hunger in her belly Catch took to roaming the city, working odd jobs. For awhile she using any money she did earn on call boys and girls desperate to fill the void Ratchet's passing left. After months of this seemingly endless cycle Catch made the decision to go into debt with the Elloheim company, investing in a fresh new set of their cybernetic eyes. (Little did she know they would actually end up selling her a faulty pair full price. These flawed eyes give Catch what she believes are 'visions from god' though they are probably just visual anomalies). But there's a nasty little known fact we all know about debt. It eventually has got to be paid. With Elloheim that means sooner rather than later. Scrambling for credits we first meet Catch after she decides decides to join a mercenary squad.
Theme:
Name: Catch Root (Not Her Birthname, Goodluck Finding It)
Age: 23
Gender: Female, She isn't particularly feminine though.
Sexuality: Pansexual
Appearance & Cybernetics:
- Height: 5'8"
- Catch has a jet black asymmetrical bob cut short almost buzzed in the back with baby bangs and front pieces (longest part of her hair reaching a few inches below her shoulders) dyed white.
- She has three white dots tattooed under each eye in a vertical line.
- Both her eyes are cybernetic and look like this.
(Catch doesn't have as many cybernetic parts as she would like because she does not have the money for them. Slowly she plans to replace more and more of herself.)
-Catch is naturally of tan complexion, she doesn't sleep easy and almost always has dark circles under her eyes.
-Her frame is rather petite, weighing in at 110 Lbs. She relies on her brain much more than her brawn.
-Catch is normally wearing a sort of leotard/bodysuit like this but with a hood, customized with a crude painting of an eye she did herself. Pants are usually a neutral colored pair of drawstring joggers she is very much a substance over syle sort of person. Shoes neutral laceless boots. Catch likes practicality in her clothing. Choosing substance over style every time. Her favorite pastime is climbing skyscrapers and structures in the iron jungle of the city, particularly at night so she can get a good look at the moon.
Voice: Sounds something like
Personality:
There is something about Catch that screams uncivilized or feral. Maybe it's the permanent dark almost purple circles under her eyes. The fact that she's not big on silly things like 'table manners' or 'fashion'. Or perhaps it could be her almost painfully blunt manner of speaking. Her refusal to entertain you out of a sense of politeness and failure to pick up on otherwise obvious social queues. Beneath this rather unpolished exterior there's a deep thinker. A mind running in ten different directions at once, barely able to keep time with its own pace. Eager to learn and quick with a question. If you're willing to look past some of her social shortcomings though you may see Catch for what she really is; a sad, lonely, girl yearning for meaning and a higher purpose.
Backstory:
Catch Root was born blind to a poor family in the slums unable to afford any sort of cybernetics to give her sight and so she lived the beginning of her life as a lowly beggar. When she was ten-years old a Junker named Ratchet Root took her in, paying her parents a megar sum in exchange. He changed Catch's life forever when her gave Catch her first cybernetic eye. Appreciative and indebted to the stranger she became his devoted pupil. Catch worked hard for him and in return Ratchet taught her how to tinker with and build cybernetics from junk. She worked alongside him until his passing about two years ago. His junking business unfortunately dying out with him.
All too farmiliar with the burn of hunger in her belly Catch took to roaming the city, working odd jobs. For awhile she using any money she did earn on call boys and girls desperate to fill the void Ratchet's passing left. After months of this seemingly endless cycle Catch made the decision to go into debt with the Elloheim company, investing in a fresh new set of their cybernetic eyes. (Little did she know they would actually end up selling her a faulty pair full price. These flawed eyes give Catch what she believes are 'visions from god' though they are probably just visual anomalies). But there's a nasty little known fact we all know about debt. It eventually has got to be paid. With Elloheim that means sooner rather than later. Scrambling for credits we first meet Catch after she decides decides to join a mercenary squad.
Theme:
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PixelSymphony
Tactical Operations Meido
"Safety? Longevity? Nah, like I always say, live fast, die young, and leave a pretty corpse. It's sure beats the hell out of an ugly one."
Name: Apex Flare
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Asexual
Appearance & Cybernetics:
- Height: 5'6"
- A mess of ragged brown hair hastily thrown under various bandanas or wraps, topped with a set of goggles
- White stripes running horizontally under her eyes.
- Looks fairly organic at first glance, but close inspection at her skin shows a network of cybernetic circuits mirroring her nervous system, revealing her wired reflexes
- Fair skinned, as she mostly operates at night, and even in day time she's likely to be buried in her garage working on her bike.
- Decently toned musculature from nights of white knuckle racing, combined with the _occasional_ police escape, whether it be on bike or on foot. Weighs in at 135 lbs. She is a act first, react second, think about it somewhere down the road person.
- Her normal gear is her motorcycle suit and her riding armor.
Voice: Sounds something like
Personality:
Street racer, speed demon, adrenaline junky. Honestly, these three concept sum up about 90% of Apex, with the remaining 10% dedicate to utter disdain for the megacorps that rule over theta prime. She is always ready for action, partially due to her augmented neural system, partly due to her internal energy. Her speech is straightforward and slightly grumbly, but get her talking about engines or wheels and watch the lips practically fly off her mouth as she talks your ear off about the finer points of fuel injection. To no great surprise, not exactly a high society lady.
Backstory:
Born to lowly corporate wage slaves, she saw first hand how much the corps drained the life out of her parents from day one, and resolved never to allow herself to be shackled as they were. Stealing her first motorcycle at the age of 16, she joined a motorcycle gang with similar inclinations, and before long, she found herself embarking on nightly raids on corp warehouses, sometimes to steal, sometimes to destroy, sometimes seemingly with no other reason at all. The pay from selling the goods they stole was good; there was always demand for the kinds of items that ended up in their hands, and with a little bit of perseverance and some shady connections, she was able to get herself a cybernetically enhanced nervous system, boosting her speed and reflexes to unbelievable levels.
While all this sated her hate-on for the megacorps, slowly she began to feel adrift from the group, the gang's somewhat contentment of just constantly stealing and breaking no longer meshing with the message she wanted to send to those fat cats in their corner offices. After one particularly harrowing escape from a police raid on their hideout, she (in admittedly a somewhat furious mood) broke ties with the group, and rode off into the night to pursue her own directives. Since then she has been operating on her own, slowly building up funds and establishing her operating base out of an old abandoned machine shop doing illegal mods on bikes as she waits for the right opportunity to present itself.
Theme: [still deciding]
Name: Apex Flare
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Asexual
Appearance & Cybernetics:
- Height: 5'6"
- A mess of ragged brown hair hastily thrown under various bandanas or wraps, topped with a set of goggles
- White stripes running horizontally under her eyes.
- Looks fairly organic at first glance, but close inspection at her skin shows a network of cybernetic circuits mirroring her nervous system, revealing her wired reflexes
- Fair skinned, as she mostly operates at night, and even in day time she's likely to be buried in her garage working on her bike.
- Decently toned musculature from nights of white knuckle racing, combined with the _occasional_ police escape, whether it be on bike or on foot. Weighs in at 135 lbs. She is a act first, react second, think about it somewhere down the road person.
- Her normal gear is her motorcycle suit and her riding armor.
Voice: Sounds something like
Personality:
Street racer, speed demon, adrenaline junky. Honestly, these three concept sum up about 90% of Apex, with the remaining 10% dedicate to utter disdain for the megacorps that rule over theta prime. She is always ready for action, partially due to her augmented neural system, partly due to her internal energy. Her speech is straightforward and slightly grumbly, but get her talking about engines or wheels and watch the lips practically fly off her mouth as she talks your ear off about the finer points of fuel injection. To no great surprise, not exactly a high society lady.
Backstory:
Born to lowly corporate wage slaves, she saw first hand how much the corps drained the life out of her parents from day one, and resolved never to allow herself to be shackled as they were. Stealing her first motorcycle at the age of 16, she joined a motorcycle gang with similar inclinations, and before long, she found herself embarking on nightly raids on corp warehouses, sometimes to steal, sometimes to destroy, sometimes seemingly with no other reason at all. The pay from selling the goods they stole was good; there was always demand for the kinds of items that ended up in their hands, and with a little bit of perseverance and some shady connections, she was able to get herself a cybernetically enhanced nervous system, boosting her speed and reflexes to unbelievable levels.
While all this sated her hate-on for the megacorps, slowly she began to feel adrift from the group, the gang's somewhat contentment of just constantly stealing and breaking no longer meshing with the message she wanted to send to those fat cats in their corner offices. After one particularly harrowing escape from a police raid on their hideout, she (in admittedly a somewhat furious mood) broke ties with the group, and rode off into the night to pursue her own directives. Since then she has been operating on her own, slowly building up funds and establishing her operating base out of an old abandoned machine shop doing illegal mods on bikes as she waits for the right opportunity to present itself.
Theme: [still deciding]
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Gwalihir
Member
Character name: (a secret): Edward Wescott
Handle: Bishop
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Profession : Sniper
Special skills: Special Forces training, including survival skills, combat unarmed, knife and pistol, sniper rifle, machining/weaponsmithing.
Background: As Ed Wescott, he was recruited into special forces already having a good background in guns thanks to his father’s training. He became an expert sniper with 57 confirmed kills before taking an early retirement from the military. He married, settled down, had a daughter, and took a job as a machinist at a custom parts factory.
His wife Laurie loved to sing and passed on that interest and skill to their daughter Angela, who started competing in talent shows at an early age. Finally at age fourteen she was offered a part on Midnight Madness, Arcos Entertainment’s version of the Mickey Mouse Club. There she frequently wore a costume and played the part of a catgirl. Three years later she recorded her own album which scored well, and at age nineteen cut a second album.
Then came the accident that ripped Ed’s world apart: both his wife and daughter were killed by a collision with a construction truck. Ed had an emotional collapse, but recovered in time. Then he began to learn things that made him suspect the accident had been planned in order to remove Angela from the competition in favor of a girl named Marina. Once he determined that her producers were behind the deaths, he swore revenge.
Unable to get access to a sniper rifle of the quality that he had formerly used in the military, he machined his own. Needing funds and connections for the specialized jacking-in components he required, he took on mercenary jobs that sometimes lead him down questionable paths, but for the most part he managed to retain his values and integrity. He became Bishop, the man who refused to be anyone’s pawn. He also repeatedly upgraded his weapon, making it the best sniper weapon he could imagine. He also experimented with various types of ammo for varied purposes, both lethal and non-lethal.
He then proceeded to eliminate everyone responsible for Laurie and Angela’s death, including Marina’s father. But when it came to Marina herself, he discovered that she was innocent, uninvolved in the whole conspiracy. And though he did not hurt her personally, he began to feel guilt for taking her father away from her.
He met Marina and told her what had happened. She was horrified, furious at first, but finally accepted that there was a reason for what he had done. She made him a promise that she would always honor Angela’s memory by playing one of her songs at each concert she gave. In return he promised never to hurt her, her mother or anyone else she cared about, and even to send support if she ever needed it, though her future as a rockergirl seemed to have her set for life.
Bishop’s long-term squad recently disbanded, mostly retiring because they had achieved their financial goals. But Bishop feels drawn to the hidden life of a solo, and will be seeking out new contacts and squadmates. Alternatively, one of his existing contacts may have already hooked him up with this team.
Appearance: Tommy Lee Jones, approx age 50, mustache and beard:
Bishop looks older than his actual age due to the rough life he has lived. Standing six foot two, usually wearing a long black leather coat over black or grey shirt and pants, Bishop has a serious presence factor. Most people take him very seriously from their first glance on.
Handle: Bishop
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Profession : Sniper
Special skills: Special Forces training, including survival skills, combat unarmed, knife and pistol, sniper rifle, machining/weaponsmithing.
Background: As Ed Wescott, he was recruited into special forces already having a good background in guns thanks to his father’s training. He became an expert sniper with 57 confirmed kills before taking an early retirement from the military. He married, settled down, had a daughter, and took a job as a machinist at a custom parts factory.
His wife Laurie loved to sing and passed on that interest and skill to their daughter Angela, who started competing in talent shows at an early age. Finally at age fourteen she was offered a part on Midnight Madness, Arcos Entertainment’s version of the Mickey Mouse Club. There she frequently wore a costume and played the part of a catgirl. Three years later she recorded her own album which scored well, and at age nineteen cut a second album.
Then came the accident that ripped Ed’s world apart: both his wife and daughter were killed by a collision with a construction truck. Ed had an emotional collapse, but recovered in time. Then he began to learn things that made him suspect the accident had been planned in order to remove Angela from the competition in favor of a girl named Marina. Once he determined that her producers were behind the deaths, he swore revenge.
Unable to get access to a sniper rifle of the quality that he had formerly used in the military, he machined his own. Needing funds and connections for the specialized jacking-in components he required, he took on mercenary jobs that sometimes lead him down questionable paths, but for the most part he managed to retain his values and integrity. He became Bishop, the man who refused to be anyone’s pawn. He also repeatedly upgraded his weapon, making it the best sniper weapon he could imagine. He also experimented with various types of ammo for varied purposes, both lethal and non-lethal.
He then proceeded to eliminate everyone responsible for Laurie and Angela’s death, including Marina’s father. But when it came to Marina herself, he discovered that she was innocent, uninvolved in the whole conspiracy. And though he did not hurt her personally, he began to feel guilt for taking her father away from her.
He met Marina and told her what had happened. She was horrified, furious at first, but finally accepted that there was a reason for what he had done. She made him a promise that she would always honor Angela’s memory by playing one of her songs at each concert she gave. In return he promised never to hurt her, her mother or anyone else she cared about, and even to send support if she ever needed it, though her future as a rockergirl seemed to have her set for life.
Bishop’s long-term squad recently disbanded, mostly retiring because they had achieved their financial goals. But Bishop feels drawn to the hidden life of a solo, and will be seeking out new contacts and squadmates. Alternatively, one of his existing contacts may have already hooked him up with this team.
Appearance: Tommy Lee Jones, approx age 50, mustache and beard:
Bishop looks older than his actual age due to the rough life he has lived. Standing six foot two, usually wearing a long black leather coat over black or grey shirt and pants, Bishop has a serious presence factor. Most people take him very seriously from their first glance on.
