Transmetropolitan CHAPTER 1: STORMFRONT

[WinterO]

-PROFILES-


Any and all Character Sheets will be posted here without discrepancy.

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They call me _Username Here_[ONLINE]


But In here, I'm _Character Name Here_


I've Roamed these streets for _Age Here_ Years


Here's My Card _Picture here(If you put some mainstream scenester in an august burns red shirt here, I will eat your face completely off.)_


I Swing To The _Need an Orientation Here_


I specialize in _Any Skills or tricks up your sleeve go Here_


I work for _Your home company or job here(IE:what role do you play in society)_


My cold steel: _Weapons and/or Items you carry around_


Here's how it goes: _Your character's bio goes Here_


Additives: _Anything Else? Put it here_


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They call me_Romdeaux_[ONLINE]


But In here, I'm _Eden Taggart_


I've Roamed these streets for _20_ Years


Here's My Card _[pic]_


I Swing The The _Straight_


I specialize in _Making people wish that they hadn't done what you paid her to punish them for doing._


I work for _ What Eden does is she takes out the people who don't do their jobs, skip out on bail, and 'forget' to pay for their goods, shes a bounty hunter, and a good one. She's got a gun and you'd better hope it's not pointed at you._


My cold steel _CheyTac M200 "Intervention". 33 lb (15 kg) with scope, bipod and a loaded 7-round detachable single stack magazine, effective range up to 2,500 yards (2,300 m), and fires .408 CheyTac or .375 CheyTac rounds at 783 metres per second.


A Browning high power 9mm pistol.


Biotechnica OM-7200 series ocular prosthesis. (Proprietary, military-grade) These eyes are enhanced with a variable HUD and digital zoom capabilities of up to 200x. Making the use of a scope normally obsolete, even so, nothing beats the classics in a pinch.


Biotechnica GM-800 series Brainchip, homebrew. (Particularly illegal, not to mention crazy dangerous) This little number was something Eden originally ripped out of an ex-sniper for a local high-end Fixer ("ex" because he is no longer a sniper, nor alive). Before she got her hands on it, it was a standard Biotechnica model Brainchip, placed on the frontal lobe, used to make you think a little faster. After her modifications, however, it now interfaces with her prosthetic eyes (an easy feat when working with the same brand). It can display information about her brain as well as allow her to access wireless networks. The new chip is also several chips, the original placed on the frontal lobe and two more placed on the occipital lobe. The latter are the illegal ones, not to mention the modifications to the original. These auxiliary chips modify the rate and power at which her senses operate, giving her potentially limitless smell, hearing, sight, etc. This is optional, however, due to it being unreasonably strenuous on her brain, as well as deadly if used for too long.


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Here's how it goes _Eden Taggart wasn't made for dancing, cooking, or raising a family, she was made for fucking people up, and she's good at it. Raised in a single mother's home, she went to a rough school in the middle of the New York ghetto, she learned quickly how to keep herself out of trouble, at least the trouble she didn't want to get into. She's committed multiple felonies, and hasn't once gotten caught, she specializes in seeing everything, but rarely being seen, she's a killer, who works for no individual company, only the one that pays the most money. _


Additives _Miss Taggart is one of those girls who doesn't like to lose, which is why she rarely does. She holds a strong grudge. She is also a frequent customer of Amaya's. Often for dishes and sleep aides._


Theme Song _





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[eternitarian]

((I just want to say this looks like a beautiful roleplay, and I'm sad to see that no one else has signed up yet!))

They call me _Party Poison_[ONLINE]


But In here, I'm _SHOCK 6.0; refrain from using this name. Call me Shiloh_


I've Roamed these streets for _3_ Years


Here's My Card _[click]_


I Swing To The _[sYSTEM ERROR. UNABLE TO PROCESS.]_


I specialize in _Problem Solving. Electro-Robotic-Construction. Data Accounting._


I work for _ Whoever hires me - and pays enough. I do things like hacking, causing malfunctions, and embedding viruses._


My cold steel: _Various weapons are embedded in my hard drive memory. My most frequently used weapon is a laser gun which I keep with me at all times. Other weapons and enhancements include the following: Enhanced vision, durability, speed, strength. A solid steel pipe, four feet in length._


Here's how it goes: _Three years ago, two siblings - Fallon and Richard - decided they would engineer a Synthetic Human, which happened to be Shiloh. She was the eighth Synthetic Human the family tried to make. The other SHOCK Projects malfunctioned in some way or another, and then they finally found out why. Hackers decided to place malicious software into their systems, causing them to lash out on innocent people, or to have a system re-boot every hour. And so, SHOCK 6.0 was made to look human, to feel human, to sound human. Or at least, close enough to human. She's been set free for one and a half years, having lived with Fallon and Richard for the first two and a half years of her robotic life. She's the second SHOCK Project to have been equipped with 'emotions.' Well, as close to them as science could manage. For the most part, she is very stoic, just does what she's told to do. After all, that's how she was programmed. If she believes something is morally unjust (though her morals can be a bit twisted, thanks to artificial intelligence), she won't hesitate to let you know and refuse the job. Other than that, she is very curious about human life; despite the fact that she has all the materials at her disposal to know everything about them, she tends to learn about them first hand. How they move, how they talk, how they react. Each one is different, and although she does sometimes get into trouble, she tries to interact with as many as she can. Her Creators didn't give her the best protection software, and are unable to obtain a better one, so she occasionally has systematic errors, most commonly due to some kind of hacker. She's usually able to get out of it fairly quickly, however._


Additives _Shiloh is fascinated with the idea of love, and she tries hard to understand it, but can't quite grasp the true meaning of it. All she has is artificial data on what it means to other people._


Theme Song _


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[Haley]

They call me _Haley_[ONLINE]


But In here, I'm _Amaya SettingSun_


I've Roamed these streets for _21_ Years


Here's My Card _

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I Swing To The _Straight_


I specialize in _Reading fortunes/Pick-pocketing/ haggling/knife play_


I work for _Nomad/ Black Market Pharmaceuticals _


My cold steel: _ Amaya keeps a beautiful array of handmade daggers hidden all over her. Each dagger is unique in the sense that each hilt is beautifully designed with stained glass. The blade is a polished to perfection, deadly, stainless steel that Amaya keeps extremely sharp. The daggers have been passed down in her family for generations._


Here's how it goes: _Amaya knows little of life outside of the desolate roads where her family and her have traveled all her years, going from region to region selling people's fortunes and stolen pharmaceuticals. The lifestyle is harsh and in return, Amaya's outward demeanor is apathetic and cold to most but, she has a weak spot for children and can often be seen giving food and sweets that she comes across to homeless/needy ones.


Amaya has done a lot of things she isn't proud of but she does what she must for her family's and her own survival, their operation isn't illegal but should Biotechnica find out that they were stealing their goods and selling it pretty successfully for their own profit, they'd be in a bit of a pickle, so every transaction is a risk to get caught. In order to avoid being shut down (not only by the company they're stealing from but also from high sales traffic with low product) they disguise the pharmaceutical trade as just your run of the mill trinkets and rare items caravan. Her family's business is known as "SettingSun's Ordinary Oddities" which is most recognized by the weighed down, two caravan wagons with the name colorfully painted across the dirty wood. The SettingSun family collects old things that are difficult to come by for most, such is: perfume/ perfume bottles, jewelry, old dishes, books and fabrics. With this trade the family being Gypsies also sell the reading of people's fortunes. Obviously, there isn't much of a demand for these rare and now, expensive, items but pharmaceuticals are the absolute craze. All of the SettingSun's regulars know the right code words to use in order to purchase their favorite drug(s).


Amaya is the second youngest of the whole SettingSun family. The youngest is her little sister, Katehya who is only 8 and is constantly attached to their mother's leg. The rest of the group is her father and great-grandmother, Omeah. Being the most physically fit, less likely to be suspicious of, and hardest trained in combat by her father (since she was old enough to run without the baby waddle) Amaya is the one who does most of the dirty work, and by dirty work I mean, she is the one who goes and out steals most of the pharmaceuticals they sell, She travels into danger zones to find odd trinkets and rare items, and pickpocket people when they are desperate for money. Lately, the responsibility of doing all three of those things on her own is starting to get difficult with newly added security in certain areas and so she is looking to find a partner or a small team to join her for awhile. _


Additives: _Code Words for SettingSun's Black Market Pharmaceuticals:


"Get Well Soon cards"=antibiotics


"Fake Flowers"=Synthetic/medical marijuana


"Lullibies"= anesthetics/ sleeping aids


"Bifocals"= Pain Killers of all grades, if you want a higher grade of pain killers than they make you rate your "eyesight" on a scale of 1-10.


"Amphetamines"=Flash Drives


"Hallucinogenics"= Jawbreakers


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[killerlung]

They call me_Killerlung_[ONLINE]


But In here, I'm_Salazaar Briggs...(sometimes) _


I've Roamed these streets for_27_Years


Here's My Card _http://th02.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/i/2012/138/8/7/aleph_by_leadheavy-d506rx2.jpg_


I Swing To The_Straight_


I specialize in_Assassinations. Corporate Espionage. Data Mining. Charming. Sales. Business. Deception. Weapon Handling. Tactical Extraction. Sabotage. Explosives._


I work for_Infocomp_


My cold steel:_Anything at hand, I carry a laser based pistol, which I find quite favorable for my line of work. The pistol fires in infrared spectrum and thus the rounds are undetectable to the human eye. The ammunition is batteries, or else charges, and fortunately electricity is fairly simple to find. In addition to this, I carry explosives in a variety of inconspicuous ways. For instance my shiny metal cuff-links._


Here's how it goes:_Salazaar Briggs, a corporate Solo. A man who plays the game of corporate espionage rather well. Taken in as an orphan as a child, he grew up as the son of two Edgerunners, tho after a raid by Zetatech (whom sought to reclaim shipments of stolen tech) his parents were killed alongside all the other rebellious types. He was one of the "lucky" ones, children taken into the Ghost Program. A program designed to create soldiers of one goal. To destroy enemy companies from the inside out. Unfortunately, Zetatech wasn't too privy to the already established Netrunners at play, and so in the year *insert year here* the program was unceremoniously revealed to the world. The children were evacuated, and Zetatech hit low numbers for four fiscal quarters before recovering in great stride after a favorable acquisition. Meanwhile Sal was put up for adoption, unfortunately losing track of children in the slums is all too easy.


Especially when the children in question are being targeted, Sal was soon adopted rather suddenly, abducted off the streets whilst playing with several other children. He'd soon find himself in a box, and after being shipped halfway across the world like some form of freight he'd find himself faced with the Kendachi Group. An organization who had taken a particular interest in the disbanded initiative of Zetatech. Of the 30 children originally taken, only 8 were successfully abducted by Kendachi Group. Of those 8, only 4 would "graduate". Learning to kill, being modified subtlety and eventually deployed with the proper paperwork to guarantee him work in large corporate infrastructure. He'd soon find himself embedded in competing firms, and after a few years he'd "die" in various ways or else disappear, thus gaining information or else sabotaging a region's operations. That was until Sal was involved in a corporate assassination. One that went wrong, or rather went right. You see unfortunately half way through murdering the corporate head of Militech in a less than subtle way, the man's daughter stumbled upon the scene. The young girl passed out, and Sal was forced to upload a virus into her direct neural interface to try and erase the scene. But the damage was done, Sal guilt stricken by his deed took the girl and fled Kendachi Group. Now hunted by both Kendachi and Militech, Sal was forced to seek refuge with Infocomp, coming forward with all he knew in the hopes of protection. In the end he'd get it, but at a cost. Infocomp would use the girl to manipulate Sal, injecting her with a disease the likes of which she'd need constant cure treatments for and using him to perform dangerous missions around the globe. Whether it's getting a hold of secrets, or keeping them from reaching the light of day Sal is still hard at work. Infiltrating, killing, and charming all for the sake of a little girl who's world he shattered in an instant. Though he is still no doubt hunted, and must keep a very low profile in order to escape the gaze of Kendachi, Militech, and the 3 other agents at play..._


Additives:_Sal is always working toward finding a cure for the disease that Milana has been injected with, though he is under constant supervision when he visits safe houses, and is almost always under the watchful eye of Infocomp._


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They call me_Killerlung (Yeah I stole it)_[ONLINE]


But In here, I'm_Agent 02, AKA "Sunny"_


I've Roamed these streets for_25_Years


Here's My Card _http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/061/e/8/Shadowrun_Jackpointer_Art_02_by_raben_aas.jpg_


I Swing To The_Straight_


I specialize in_Assassination. Espionage. Arson. Theft. Torture. Data Corruption. Gunplay. Stabbing Things. Poisons. Mechanical sabotage._


I work for_Kendachi Group_


My cold steel:_ small auto administering Syringes filled with various poisons or viruses for the hush hush jobs. It's easy enough to do, just a prick here and the prick's dead. As for my fun stuff, well... I've got an incendiary device located in my right palm, it's small but efficient enough to start small fires or burn a prick to death if I catch the cusp of their collar or their hair. Then there's the guns, I tend to carry the more old fashion styled types. Y'know bigger bang, more lead, less flash. I carry two Hand Cannon Class Pistols in my trusty briefcase, after all size matters ladies. They are each equipped with nano fiber carbon polymer silencers, and they work pretty well if I don't say so myself. As for explosives, I don't tend to carry any except for my standard cufflinks. After all corporate targets typically have a penchant for booze, and there's no beating a classic Molotov style flamer. _


Here's how it goes:_Okay no sappy stuff, umm let's see. I was an orphan, born and raised in programs designed to teach me to kill. And hey, I couldn't say I minded, I was good at it. Not like that stupid Agent 03, freakin Sal! Total Assclown if you ask me. <Psychological Eval notes an increased heart rate at the mention of Agent 03> Okay so Sal protected me during the Ghost project, but he didn't have to! I would've been fine! Anyways, when the Ghost Project was disbanded we were all shipped out to different orphanages. I went to Shady Shoals on the coast, or what was left of it. That place was a real sh*t hole, and they weren't exactly hospitable. The kids all turned on me, other initiative brats, and the staff alike. They all saw the blood in the water, a little girl with no mommy or daddy, don't make me laugh. I was a fighter from the start, but back then I just didn't know it yet. Anyways I guess it was only a matter of time until Kendachi grabbed me, after all they knew what we were. I mean the prototype language processors in our skulls were enough to lobotomize us. But no, those Kendachi guys weren't so short sided after all. Or well, not in my case. Who knows how many of us they autopsied just for the hell of it.


So there I was back with Sal and our happy little group got a little tighter. Of course Sal was never the same to me, and that presented problems. I'll admit I may have been a little jealous once, I mean there wasn't anything really to be jealous about but in the program things get a little well whacked. So yeah, I killed her, that little b*tch that Sal was always talking with, always trying to protect. What the f*ck was with those two anyways!? She needed to get strong and instead she just brought us all down. I think her name was Angel? Pffft, what a f*ckin pretentious name! Like Angels exist in the kind of places we grew up, we were experiments, little f*ckin toys to be poked and prodded and trained and nothing more. But hey, I love my job so no complaints here, by all means keep winding me up because I'm a damn good toy. Killing, torture, booms and bangs, oh it's all just so invigorating <Subject takes a drag from a cigarette>. Doesn't it just get you going? It turns me all kinds of on <Note subject's heart rate spike>. Anyways after our first couple of jobs the handlers figured we didn't mix so well, which is fine with me, since that prick Salazaar is too subtle if you ask me. <Subject blows cigarette in interviewer's face> Oh these things? Sorry, fuckin Sal got the whole line of us hooked on these things after the Riptide job. I think agent 4 quit but that guy's always been a straight shooter. No nonsense, real machine like...totally pisses me off. So are we done here? What's this mission about?


<Psych Eval Conclusion: Perfect Match for Assassination of Agent 03 "Salazaar Briggs">. _


Additives:_<Psych Evaluator Designation: "Hell Hath no Fury Like a Woman Scorned ">_