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Angel
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Name: Adelaide Camila Pérez-Moore
Alias/Handle:
Handle: Angel
Personal Nickname: Ada/Cammy
Cultural pseudonyms:
Adelaide Moore
Camila Pérez
Age: 22
Ethnicity: Mexican-American
Birthplace: Iron City - Kansas
Current home: Angel’s Workshop
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Appearance: Only 152cm tall she is short. Slim with straight dark hair bobbed above the shoulders. Larger than proportinate eyes making her seem a little off putting to look at.
Background: Techie
Faction: Darkwire
Family Ranking: Middle class corporate employees
Parents: deceased - Inherited house and savings that are now mostly exhausted on healthcare treatments.
Childhood Environment: Grew up in Iron City, Mexican father was a low ranking corporate exective, American mother was his PA and remained in this position even after their affair was revealed and their subsequent marriage. They died when she was 13 and their life insurance plus her inheritance was transferred to her. It would have been enough for her to live on easily until her older years if it had not been for her persistent health problems. These started when she was a child, black outs and seizures that would put her into hospital for days.
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Personality: As far as she is aware she is already dead, either her DSN will kill her, or she will finally upgrade what makes her human and would be as good as dead. This gives her a fairly care free attitude towards her future. However, she has ongoing medical needs and is always chasing the cash to pay for her next treatment or surgery so works hard to ensure she has a money stream, having a near constant anxiety about her financial situation that something in her body might fail at a time when she can’t afford to fix it. She is almost constant neuropathic pain that she cant always hide as well as she wished.
Friends: She met a slightly younger teenager during a contract for a gang called the Red Ravens and they formed a friendship that has lasted until present. The gang connections help her obtain more affordable treatments but she is now addicted to illicit neuropathic pain killers.
Enemies:
DSN
Her body
NUSA Tax authorities
Lifepath / Role: Techie
Skills:
Skilled mechanic including cybernetics
A good shot as arms and eyes help with that
Years of physio-therapeutic martial arts transferred to combat arts
Advanced driving
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Language(s):
English
Spanish
Japanese (basic)
Cyberware:
Neural link (-1)
Oversized Advanced Kiroshi Optics (-5)
Pair of Advanced cyberarms (-6)
Neurological-support system* (-2)
*This is the wiring components from Kereznikov Reflex system but is inactive and for flavour only
Empathy:
5 - Neutral, the future doesn’t really matter to her so she is not intrinsically good or evil.
Humanity:
Base: 50
Cybernetics -14
Drug addiction -1d6 (3)
Walking dead -1d6 (5)
Uncanny Valley - 1d6 (2)
Current: 26
Gear & Style:
She owns a Mono-Three sword but is currently not in possession of its bio-key so it is simply a very good mono sword
Long rifles
Pistol sidearm
Bladed weapons
body-con leathers
exposed arms of cybernetic make
History:
Adelaide was born in Iron City to a Mexican businessman and his PA. After a quick divorce from his first wife, her parents married and she had a loving home in the suburbs, albiet the suburbs of a fairly polluted and unpleasant city.
At a around five years ok she had her first seizure and was diagnosed with epilepsy. This was treated and for a while there was no further problems until at around eight she began to get sporadic pins and needles and shooting pains in her arms that were attributed to growth pains. These got worse as she aged and after further investigation caused by temporary loss of sight at ten she was diagnosed with an incurable condition known as Degenerative Solenoidal Neurometsis. The condition cause her nerves to twist and form coiled structures that would eventually disconnect them from her periphery. At 12 this cause her to lose sight in one of her eyes and most of the sight in the other. Adelaide was given artificial eyes but due to limited availability of good quality children sized cybernetic eyes, the decision was taken to fit her with post pubescent sized eyeballs in the hope that she would grow into them. She was bullied a lot for this but in her city she was hardly the weirdest borg so people got bored quickly and she got used to it. Unfortunately her condition also stunted her growth during puberty so her eyes are still slightly oversized for her skull. But they are her eyes now and she has no urge or excess funds to undergo surgical correction.
Not long after this surgery, when she was thirteen, her parents were tragically taken away from her in a building collapse. Luckily they had insurance and a home that was inherited by their daughter.
At 16 she lost the use of her left hand and was advised that the nerve damage was progressing up her arm and that eventually that would fail too. She made the decision to have both of her arms replaced after doctors found evidence of DSN in her right forearm and it was simply cheaper to do both operations together.
As her inheritance ran lower and lower she sold her home and continued to live off of that spending on her health almost as fast as it came in saving little for a rainy day. At eighteen though that rainy day came and the tax man, after sending many letters that had been ignored sent notice of criminal proceedings to be taken against her. She had noone to turn to and did the only thing she could think of, she fled, moving to Night City and sliding into the underworld and gig economy to survive.
It was at this point that she ran into Daiya Truman, she was a little confused by the strange part trophy wife/part solo, but was told not to ask too many questions, so she didnt. They became friends and their friendship continued after the Ravens suddenly forbid all contact with the woman. This was to Adelaide’s detriment in the short term but she was happy when Daiya later reached out to discuss a new crew she was putting together.
At around twenty the next failure of her body occured and luckily she had some savings, but was still forced to look towards a cheaper option. A ripper doc suggested a radical treatment that would strengthen her nervous system and hopefully slow down the degradation. He installed scavved components of a Kereznikov Reflex system into her. Normally it would allow someone to be super human, but for her it would just allow her to be human a little longer. The surgery was traumatic and she wanted to die but eventually it was over.
“Doc Painless my ass!”
She now runs with Daiya and her crew, using the mechanical expertise she picked up in iron city to support whatever schemes the blonde comes up with, but she still has to gig for money. Her addiction to pain killers and the ticking clock that is her nervous system won’t let her have any respite.
Cassus Akovin
Name: Cassus Akovin
Alias/Handle: The Red Hand
Age: 27
Ethnicity: Ukrainian
Birthplace: Kharkiv [Grew up in Brooklyn, NY, NUSA since age 6]
Appearance: At 1.75 meters tall and 80 kg (flesh weight), Cassus Akovin, at first glance, lacks most of the extensive body modifications that one might expect for a punk living in Night City, let alone a Ripperdoc. That is not to say he is entirely without modification, as he has made a specific aesthetic choice as a resident “Soviet” immigrant to have his cybernetic left leg awash with “communist red” plating. Typically, he wears a full-face mask that provides various functions to assist him in selling his persona and Ripperdoc skills, but under the mask, he has a tattoo of a tear going down one cheek. He also typically has several wearable tools, such as a Soviet rendition of the Arasaka Exoglove with ambitious modifications, if not qualitatively reliable.
Background:
Family Ranking: Suburban
Parents: His father, a USSR Army General, was killed by the regime after exposing his scandalous fraternizing affair with Cassus’s mother, a military cyberneticist and scientist within his department, along with receipts indicating clandestine lucrative business contracts with American companies with data exfiltrated out of the USSR. His mother fled to NUSA as a refugee with cooperation from Militech operatives in exchange for her research and intimate knowledge of soviet technology operations.
Childhood Environment: His mother was highly protective of him in his earliest years, but as he got older, the demands from Militech grew more extensive. He saw his mother less and less. This left him to his own devices, though supervised by a local Russian who took in his mother after her exfiltration as a surrogate sister to remove suspicions of a woman with a child immigrating alone seemingly without reason. Cassus and “Uncle Crol” would fight constantly, but his exposure to the Ex-Militech Mercenary taught Cassus much about “the real world” on the few occasions he managed to track him down while running out into the city alone. Even as new gangs and crews populated Brooklyn, the Russian Mob remained alive and well, and seemingly at Uncle Crol’s disposal. Eventually, however, after one of these exploits, Cassus returned home to find his childhood home desecrated with the remains of his mother. A loose end tied up by Militech when her usefulness had met its end. At that moment, he no longer considered himself a child but a man with a mission, instilling within him a deep-seated rage against the duplicitous and inhuman corporations.
Personality:
Cassus Akovin and “The Red Hand” are almost entirely distinct from each other. To outsiders and customers alike, The Red Hand Ripperdoc is a morbid, though reliable, imposing figure, that seems to take an unusual amount of pleasure in ripping out “boring corporate trash” and replacing it with “exciting soviet robustness.” He never shows his face, appears almost entirely unmodified, and habitually uses old soviet idioms and proverbs in conversations that seem out of place or beggar belief in their authenticity. If questioned, he will admit he is Ukrainian, and so his “Soviet” was different from the other “Soviets” but “twice as reliable!”
Whenever comfortable enough with someone he isn’t potentially selling to, Cassus allows his Red Hand persona to drop and his near-native Brooklyn sensibilities to bleed through. In truth, almost everything he knows about the Soviets, Russians, and even Ukrainians is from movies, books, tall tales from the mafia, and what few pieces of knowledge his mother let slip during rare, stressful, drunken nights, right alongside “facts” he entirely made up improvised on the spot. In private, Cassus is more laissez-faire about the world, not nearly as severe in his mannerisms, and admits that, no, he doesn’t really believe soviet tech is more reliable than modern cyberware. Where the Red Hand’s hobbies are buried in technology and bloodwork, Cassus finds his peace in old shows and older books.
The one string of truth that ties both halves of his life together is summed up in three words: corporations must die.
Friends:
TBD
Enemies:
TBD
Lifepath / Role:
Medtechie with emphasis on the Techie for Cyberware and gadgets that assist with Cyberware creation, maintenance, and installation. Anesthesia optional.
Techie (gadget and gear expert)
Special Skill: Maker - Expertise in repairing, crafting, and upgrading gear, weapons, and cyberware.
Medtechie (medical tech, nurse, or doctor)
Special Skill: Medical Tech - Expertise in saving lives and, crafting or healing.
Skills:
Technical Brilliance
Acting
Freerunning Parkour
Kickboxing and Brazilian Jujitsu
Language(s):
Ukrainian [native but degraded]
Russian [advanced]
Italian [proficient]
Japanese [novice]
English [native-equivalent]
Cyberware:
Advanced Cyberleg (Left) HL: -3
Prehensile Cyberfoot
Hidden Storage Compartments
Popup SMG in the kneecap
Piston-powered extension for greater reach and sudden upward acceleration
Red Plating
Empathy:
5 (Understands people’s emotions well enough but is deeply traumatized by corporations to the point he barely recognizes anyone associated with one as a person.)
Humanity:
50-3 = 47
Gear & Style:
The Red Hand is always prepared for wet work, whether replacing cyberware consensually or giving someone a need for cyberware unconsensually. Though he is a Ripperdoc and spends most of his time working extensively with technology, he is not unfamiliar with the need to protect oneself. Thus, he has invested all his life heavily into misdirection and underestimation, modifying his cyberleg to provide him with all manner of surprising dexterity and capability. Not one to rely too heavily on cybernetics, however, he also maintains an active lifestyle with kickboxing for offense, free running parkour for mobility, and Brazilian Jujitsu for ground fighting if he gets caught. Having a third hand in a pinch enables more complex maneuvers for almost all activities. However, he tries to dispel any rumors of this by using a “Soviet” Exoglove with its own red paneling to provide the cover story for his eponymous alias. Only his allies, his most trusted customers, and the few enemies who managed to survive him are aware of the “real” Red Hand.
History:
Before his childhood ended, Cassus had dreams. The city was a sprawling jungle, and it was his to explore. For one reason or another, Cassus desperately wanted to fit in with the street kids who had nothing, and with that nothing, they could only entertain themselves legally by running, leaping, and flipping off the concrete and metallic infrastructure around them. He was not trusted, generally, because he stood out as a kid whose clothes were too clean and his cheeks too full. Still, with persistence and adolescent bravado, Cassus managed to ingratiate himself into this little gang of free runners. It was a regular occurrence that as his mother was dragged away for another clandestine research project with bizarre urgency, he would escape out his window and climb his way across buildings to find his band of brats. The day would usually end after his surrogate uncle would send out “the dogs” to pick him up wherever he wandered off to, the youths scattering at the suggestion of the mafia thugs.
That all ended abruptly one day when his dreams and ambitions were pushed too far across a chasm, and he fell ungracefully through the rebar of an unfinished skyscraper. Cassus was lucky to be carried away alive, but he did so without his mangled left leg. His mother nearly died with panic, discovering her only son laid low under her surrogate brother’s supervision. Naturally, he was forever forbidden from leaving the home from then on, and for once, their desires aligned. The fall and the loss of his leg left the adolescent Cassus traumatized and in a state of re-evaluation; seeing the terror in his mother especially convinced him to remain indoors and study more useful matters for his future.
Nonetheless, as the concern over his life was reassured, as an expert cyberneticist, his mother found the time to custom-build his new leg. It was simple and functional at first, but as time passed and she made more time to see him under the pretense of maintaining his leg, it became more personalized and unique to her son. For the first time in years, since the demands of Militech had put a rift between them, mother and son could bond over a shared interest. As she worked on him, he asked questions and learned from her experience and knowledge. He was eventually entrusted with being able to do some of the work himself and practice on some of her less-specialized cybernetics.
Good things don’t last forever, and a child who has learned a lesson once has learned nothing at all. Despite the trauma his teenage rebellion caused, despite the restoration of the bond with his only parent, Militechs’ demands only grew more aggressive, and old habits and desires resurfaced. One day, while confronting his fear and reliving his past joys with a new foot forward, regaining his confidence with the superb handiwork of mother and son, his return home was anything but victorious. His mother was murdered in her home while he was away, with shell casings littering the hallway that Uncle Crol recognized likely came from Militech. With Cassus numb to the world, Crol did what he did best, securing the people close to him away from direct harm. Shipping him out of Brooklyn with mobsters acting as protection detail, Crol was doing what he thought was best: sending the young man away from where he grew up before he did something stupid and made himself known as a loose end to Militech.
Over time, numbness became rage, but Cassus recognized it was impotent rage. The people were at the mercy of the corporations, their lives made as often as they were ended, and despite his family’s affluence, he was not materially any different from those street kids he ran with. He got lucky, and he could live longer, but skilled or not, his life could terminate at the end of a barrel as easily as on a stake of rebar. For years, he ran several jobs with different groups to make ends meet and installed cyberware for various people from place to place. Still, eventually, Cassus needed another fresh start. Opportunity called at Night City…
Brie
Brie
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NAME: Brie
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ALIAS/HANDLE: Some uses B, as if people aren’t lazy enough in this city! Call me short-stack, I’ll punch you in the face…
AGE: 18
ETHNICITY: American
BIRTHPLACE: Night City
Appearance:
Length: 168 cm
Weight: 60 kg
Eyes: Hazel Green
Hair: Light Ash Blonde
Face Claim: Sophie Thatcher
Background:
Family Ranking: Urban Streetkid
Parents: Father's the only family member still alive
Childhood Environment: Spent on the Street, with little to no adult supervision
Personality:
Brie’s personality is embossed by lack of parental presence, and by spending most of her free time on the streets of Night City. She did attend school, but dropped out of high school when she, among other things, didn’t get along with the teachers. Life on the street promised so much more in the ways of excitement and profit, which made the choice even easier. A life free from boring obligations and expectations to become a proper citizen, a slave to the system. She have a mind of her own, strong-willed and doesn’t back down from a fight, not even if her opponent is twice her size. The latter may be considered rash, but she stands up for what she thinks and ain’t afraid to speak out about it. If she thinks someone’s a jerk, that someone’s definitely going to know it.
She values friends. Real friends who she feels that she can trust, especially if they are all birds of a feather. But - for there is a but - she is also pragmatic, and if you don’t share the values and bonds and something comes up that makes her have second thoughts about those bonds, she could potentially break them for her own sake. At least one guy knows that very well, who she left with a broken heart and jail time. Not that it comes easy to her. Not without careful consideration, because while bold and rash sometimes, this girl could outsmart you without you knowing it.
Other traits include a poisonous irony, a contagious smile and a desire for action and adrenaline.
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