Cyberpunk 2766A.D. THE CORPORATIONS control the world from their skyscraper fortresses, enforcing their rule with armies of cyborg assassins. On the Street, Boostergangs roam a shattered urban wilderness, killing and looting. The rest of the world is a perpetual party, as fashion-model beautiful techies rub biosculpt jobs with battle-armored roadwarriors in the hottest clubs, sleaziest bars and meanest streets this side of the Postholocaust. The Future never looked so bad. A transport carry freebooters has been gunned down by the shadows. The shuttle has crashed in the lower parts of New Los Angeles disintegrating one of the Police enforcers precincts. The enforcers soon despatched a large force to hunt down the shadows within two days all the renegades have been rounded up and gunned down. But it’s the freebooters that the higher lords want. After three days have passed the enforcers have still failed to apprehend the freebooters. So the High lords issue contracts on all of them. All the known officials of the law enforcement and bounty hunters and gangers now wish to collect on these freebooters. The Corporation of Sekki have summoned off world bounty hunters to track these freebooters. Should the freebooters manage to reach New Tokyo they will reveal many secrets of the Sekki Corp. industries causing another corporation war. The game. You are one of the freebooters. Your aim to avoid contact from those that would apprehend you and evade detection. You must travel from the lower depths of the city and rise across the skyscrapers and their large spaghetti road junctions that dominate the city from lower depths to high hive spires that tower high above the clouds. To fall would be to drop at least 12 miles before hitting the lower slums. Below live the mutants and Orlock and Van Hasen gangers while above the richer gangers dominate such as the technmancers and Neuromancers who wage war upon each other. But all have a common goal for the capture of one of you would bring 50 million. The game starts in the lower slums were you’ve managed to escape the crashed and burning shuttle. Its up to you if you choose to work alone or in a group. Profile. Name: Sex: Augments: (2 allowed) Weapons: (Retrieved from the crashed shuttle) Age: Appearance: The GM (Me) will make posts creating situations to solve or fight through. All posts made in blue will be situations and all posts in red will be a death.
Profile Name: Mal ( Short of Malcolm ) Sex: Male Augments: Cyber Implant which grants him access to the internet and several databases stock full of information. Gauntlet, a massive glove for melee and equipped with a map & scanner Weapons: A pistol and a hitting stick stolen from a dead, off-duty cop, and his own knife. Age: 28 Appearance: Short, wrapped in a long dark coat, and eyes hidden behind dark shades along with his long, messy black hair. Can't wait, [Deceased]
Blabbers and starts to drool. I love cyberpunk it is like film noir ... with sci-fi! Name: Ghost Sex: Male Augments: Small mono-filament force blade (roughly 4 inches long) in his right hand - like a force katar. Weapons: whatever he can find, right now, he has nothing. He will need to pick something up as the story carries on. Age: looks about mid thirty. Appearance: Ghost stands about six foot tall wearing a large leather overcoat. He always has a white mask over his face hiding his features (hence why people call him Ghost) and white gloves (coated with a dirt/moisture repellent or keeping his hands clean would be impossible) The rest of his outfit is solid black. He wears steel toed combat boots, heavy leather black chaps, heavy black jeans, a black leather vest, a black shirt with a black tie. (I guess typical cyber punk look - save the gloves and mask) I am looking forward to this.
I've never even heard of Cyberpunk until now, but I'll do my best. Name: Fen (Short for Fenton) Sex: Male Augments: Cyber arm, which can be used to supply a force blade upon request, and also useful for hacking. Weapons: Small pistol, as well as his own force blade. Age: 26 Appearance: Fen is tall, at about 6'2", with brown hair that extends slightly past his ears and black eyes. He wears a black jacket, with a white undershirt and dark jeans. He maintains his appearance well; his hair is always combed, his face shaven, and his clothes clean. Some could call it a phobio, but he's just not as rough as most men.
Name: Tolva (Hacker handle is 'Goldeneye') Sex: Female Augments: 1. left eye implant that can magnify what she sees, take a limited number of freeze-frame data files, and glows eerily green when she is using it for night vision. Also acts in conjunction with her other augment to give her a visual on the datastreams she hacks into. It looks nearly like a human eyeball except it has a metallic gold iris. 2. A simple standard port for connection to all things digital is implanted in the heel of her left hand. 3. Cybernetic shoulder that replaces the original joint and muscle. Includes a tiny generator which can give her a force field over the left upper quadrant of her body and an anti-grav field to slow her during falls like a parachutist. It also can absorb a single plasma blast, shedding the excess energy as a destructive laser blast from her robotic eye within 17 seconds of taking the hit so that she does not overload the generator. Weapons: Pulse shotgun, amped up electric stunner ring. Age: Anywhere from 28-30. Appearance: about 5’4” athletic with dusky skin and hair that is kept short in the back, the bangs long, falling across her brow and framing her eyes. The back lower portion of her hair is blonde, the upper and front is blue with a blonde stripe running through it. The normal eye is hazel. Nose straight, lips small and full. Tolva wears a blue catsuit with what look like arm and leg bands of metal. These are a jury-rigged concealment system used to confound search sensors by dampening her body heat and scattering radar, etc. She wears a long black duster and black boots over the suit.
Name: Freya Sex: Female Augments: Ears. They allow her to hear twice the distance a normal human would. She can hone in on a certain target and block out all other sound. The ears even translate most languages. They appear as small metal pieces affixed to her head, in the general location of a dogs or cats. Contacts. They serve as a highly accurate aiming system. Aiding her brain in directing the exact angle for a one hit kill. Weapons: Pair of guns. Age: Early twenties. (22) Appearance: Freya stands at 5'6" with short choppy black hair. Generally its all one length, falling just about chin level. The bangs on the right side are longer and fall to about her shoulder. Through out her hair are deep royal purple and red streaks. Her eyes are a bright almost luminescent blue due to the contacts. She wore a tight black short sleeved shirt with many random rips and tears in it. Underneath was a black fishnet mesh long sleeved shirt. Around her wrists were leather cuffs most likely hiding small daggers. She wore a short black pleated skirt with a thick black studded belt and knee high boots. She had an air of confidence, even arrogance. A sort of, don't mess with me, attitude. One that allowed her to wear what ever she choose with out bother of revealing herself. Weather that would be due to poor ethics or simply not giving a d*mn one couldn't quite tell.
Name: Wraith Sex: Male Augments: 1) A hand implant which can access terminals for nourishment - doesnt need food. 2) A Positronic brain, enabling him to access vast amounts of data at once, compute equations etc Weapons: An antique Colt 45 pistol, and a small Swiss army knife Age: 26 Appearance: Pale skinned, about 5"6. Brown eyes with bright blonde hair (Boris Johnson like). Not muscular but quite large. Lots of cables running over his outfit. (like the borg ) Army combat buits and an australian outback hat. Uses bits and bobs, doesnt care about his appearance. Finally I am in a game from the start lol!!
Name: Glitch Sex: Male Augments: A cyber implant so he can pursue his hacking addiction. Also, he has fake-computerized eyes that can sense heat, body temp, locate body if DNA is assessable, and zoom in and out. Weapons: His hacking skills are very advance, as he can hack things on the spot with his cyber implant. Also, he has a colt for when things getting steamy. Age: Can't seem to remember; hacking is more important. Appearance: A shriveled, small body concealed in light garb. He always wears a headset, though very small, and an A.A.R.C., an All-Around Resource Computer. Updated [Deceased]
Name: Zu (short for Zuiden) Sex: Male Weapons: Pistol, extra clips, mace, retractable baton, and flashlight all confiscated after the crash. Age: 24 Appearance: Zu's head is shaved bald. He's 6'1". He keeps himself in shape, but isn't overtly muscular-more lean. Under his grey hoodie, he's wearing a black tee. Over the grey hoodie he's wearing a black dress coat. He is also wearing jeans and grey running shoes. Augments Cranium: GPS and MP3 in brain. Tiny unnoticable earphones in his ear-canal that allow him to listen to his music and also enhance his hearing. Chest: a bullet proof alloy has replaced the flesh and muscle in this area Abdomen: normal Left Arm: keypad that is able to access his GPS and MP3, is covered by a fleshy panel Right Arm: normal Left Leg: normal Right Leg: normal Back/Shoulders: normal
ok, Ungood called me a wuss, so, even tho i have no idea what i'm doing, i'm gonna try this. Name: Kiara Sex: female Augments: 1. right hand/arm is cybernetic (whole arm - shoulder down) benefits: enhanced speed (about twice to three times human norm), steady nerves (can hold arm absolutely still, no shaky), and a bone-crushing handshake. 2. a small force-shield generator mounted on her left wrist. generates a slightly curved, weightless shield roughly the size of a medieval tower shield. can block just about anything, but if used for more than 30 seconds consecutively, it might overheat and/or melt down. weapons: a wakazashi strapped upside down across her back and a pistol of some sort stolen from the shuttle. it appears to be a force or laser pistol or something of that nature. Age: 17 Appearance: short... only 5'1" and slightly oriental looking, with the smooth round face and the long straight black hair. her hair is braided into a single thick plait which hangs down to just past her bottom, and is fixed at the end with what appears to be a spiky little ornament or decoration of some sort. She is wearing a black leather cropped-length jacket with rolled up sleeves over the blade on her back, hiding it, a grey tank-top, some raggedy-looking blue jeans, and some thick-soled black leather boots with steel toe-caps and shanks (good for kicking!)
I haven't read Cyberpunk yet, but what the heck. I'll give this one a go. Name: Spencer Sex: Male Augments: 1) Night-vision sunglasses with targeting HUD. 2) A small cloaking device inside his jacket that conceals any weapon he places inside. Weapons: A shotgun, which almost always stays in his right hand, and a sniper rifle, strapped to his back. Age: 27 Appearance: Spence is tall and light-skinned with black hair and the stubble of a beard. His clothes are completely black, and he wears a long trenchcoat. He also wears dark sunglasses almost constantly; even in the dark. This does not affect his abilities in the slightest. Spencer has an air of quiet deadliness about him. He says little, keeping only to what he deems important. He almost always carries a weapon.
Name: Suzu Sex: female Augments: Dragon blades, a set of organic steel wings that fold into the flesh of the back. They are large and articulated. Heavy duty all four claws. Used for climbing walls and useful for those hard to make landings. Weapons: Phase two blaster (a heavy duty pistol that has impact properties that tear flesh apart.) Hunting knife. Age: 22 Appearance: 5,6 with a pale completion. She has honey blonde hair and petroleum coloured eyes. She wears a law enforcers uniform.
Name: Jimmy Kiro Sex: male Augments: A hollow prosthetic leg on his right side. A sensor in his nose that can detect foreign substances in food and drink. Weapons: A six inch pocket knife that's half searatted, half smooth edge. A laser pistol. Age: 14 Appearance: Short with brown hair and eyes. He's slightly scrawny, but not weak looking, and he always takes care to put on a fierce look. He walks with a slight limp because his right leg doesn't grow with him. It has to be replaced whenever it gets too small for him. He wants to be a spy like his uncle. He loves video games, and his favorite one is Final Fantasy DCCLXXII.
Name: Xare "Fox" Aldrich Sex: Female Augments: 1: Right hand is cybernetic. It has small claws that extend form its fingers, and can hook into computers through a port on the back of the hand. The hand is very strong. 2: A long, metal tail - Its about five feet long. She can use it as and extra hand, or to hang from things. The last foot of he tail can flaten itself to create a very sharp blade. Weapons: A small autmatic laser pistol Age: 22 Appearance: She is five foot nine and has an athelitic build. Short bright red hair, and piercing dark green eyes. Has a scar that runs down across her left eye. Wears black cybernetic armor that she stole from one of the corperations. Has a armor plate over her back, one over her chest, two on each shoulder, one that goes down the tops of her arms and down her forarms. The armor goes around her waist, thighs, shins and over the top of her feet. They are held together by a strong stretchable cloth.
Name: Calamitas Sex: N/A Augments: 1. Reinforced Skeletal Structure-- Allows Calamitas to fall from great heights with little or no repercussions, enhanced strength. 2. Ocular Implants-- Allows Calamitas to see great distances as well as the ability to see in infrared, heat, and night vision. Weapons: We will find out Age: Unknown Appearance: What little human there is left in Calamitas fails to provide any definitive clues as to its age or sex. All of Calamitas' features are unnaturally smooth and rounded. The color of its Ocular Implants change depending on its viewing mode. Calamitas stands nearly nine feet tall, thus facilitating its need to hunch over in most normal sized areas. Calamitas has no hair anywhere on its body. A bar code is burned into the base of its neck. Calamitas wears a cloak reminiscent of the ancient Gregorian monks. [Deceased]
Name: Ryugami Sex: Male Augments: 1. Enhanced eyes that can scan people and objects and find information on them from the internet. They can also see behind him and pinpoint enemies 2. Chip in his brain that eliminates the body's blocks on using whole physical strength, allowing him to achieve a state of adhreline whenever he wants. Weapons: Pistol, beam katana (like a lightsaber) Age: 23 Appearance: Of average height, dark hair reaching the shoulders. He wears casual clothes and a vest, and has a tattoo of a dragon snaking its way up the left side of his neck. The dragon's body curls around on his chest. He wears sunglasses to hide his eyes' power.
The Game begins. The dark sky was filled with thick black smoke drifting away in trails from the tall chimneys that towered over the tall and large buildings. Lights flooded the city some blinding to look out at, whilst others were nothing more than small little dots. The buildings within the city were tall many disappeared into the sky itself the city was clumped together with intertwining roads running in and out of the sky scraping buildings from afar to the naked eye it was like looking at a plate of spaghetti running through the city. Fires of chemicals raged high into the dark smoke filled sky from factories through out the metallic dirty looking buildings. There were landing platforms on every other corner and the streets below lay hidden from the height of the towering buildings and black smoke that linger across the city. This city had a purpose, the dirt and gritty grime that clogged up its inhabitants airways however, did not. Colonel Kagen who commanded the enforcers in New L.A. looked out of the window at each passing building smoking his thick fat cigar. Occasionally he’d brush his Bionic hand through his short cropped hair and smooth the metallic fingers across the skin tight shaved sides. His eyes remained covered by blue tinted shades. Smoke from his cigar filled the compartment he sat in. It swirled around him, giving him the centre of attention. He liked the comfort of it and the musty aromas. This was his one constant companion, a cherished moment of comfort, the crack of the lighter, the tall yellow flame, the first inhalation of the cigar and then that first slow breath out. Then the craving is quenched, the beast is tamed. “Five minutes colonel.” Came the pilot’s voice from the cockpit. Kagen merely grunted in acknowledgment. He took the cigar from his lips releasing more smoke as he did. He wondered how high up the tallest of these buildings actually were. Considering they were passing through the clouds and skimming past some of the lower buildings as they did. No time for contemplation now though, he had his cigar and thoughts to prose’s. The freebooters were secured and well guarded he’d made sure of that personally if Kagen hated anything it was a freebooter. Good or bad they were always a threat to the way of running things. And one thing Kagen liked, that was order. The city amazed Kagen in its depth the sheer size was astronomical and overwhelming. The factory fires looked as though they could burn the city to the ground. Yet the smoke that became thicker the lower the vessel began to drop looked more like a black fog. He watched smaller vessels zoom by. Large bill boards advertising their products. Zeppelins floated by with large widescreen monitors advertising more products from drink brands to cheap plastic surgery and the lower the shuttle ventured the adverts advertised the prostitutes. It amazed him because this was Earth and it looked unclean. But everyone wanted to be here all crammed together, maybe they found a sense of togetherness and belonging he thought and smiled slightly. The shuttle jerked forwards slightly taking his stomach with it. Kagen looked again out of the long window at the building they approached. Large guns were positioned on the four corners of the top giving the gunners a high view across the city that surrounded. Gangers armed with long guns fired with a direct line of sight. On the adjacent buildings more Gangers stood shooting heavier guns. The shuttle shook again from the impact of the heavier weapons. “Colonel we’ve taken heavy damage and the hulls about to cave we’re going to have to drop.” The Pilot yelled through. “Frag. Call out a distress. And inform them we high priority Freebooters in custody.” Just as Kagen uttered his last word. He stumbled forwards from a violent shudder, followed by the sound of glass shattering. Kagen stumbled banging his head hard on the deck. Again the shuttle shuddered before taking a nose dive and slamming hard into one of the lower buildings. With a crashing fall a burst of flames engulfed the cockpit killing both pilots instantly and forcing the ship straight down to the lower slums. Once down Kagen fell unconscious from impact and the side blew open. The guards were thrown from their feet and many fell covered in flames. Five minutes passed and the freebooters realised they were free the guards were incapacitated leaving nothing to stop them, And from there. They fled leaving the shuttle vomiting out black smoke and flames eating up the filthy air of the lower slums. From here you start your posts. Its up to you should you choose to team up or work alone. All posts I make in blue will be scenarios all posts in red will be a death. Happy Gaming. And finally Here's a hint. Look out for a charactor called Vornn. .
The man simply known as Zu stumbled around, cleaning the vomit from his mouth, only to produce more as he came upon more sights that upset him. He climbed out of the hull of the vessel, coming upon another dead guard. Naturally, he threw up again. What the f*** happened? was all he could think. He bent down, and unclasped the belt from the dead guard. Mace, a pistol, two extra clips, and a retractable baton adorned the belt. Zu tightened the belt and put it around his waste, then threw his black trench coat on. He walked a few yards away from the wreckage. Then he felt it. It was a burning feeling on his arm. Panicking, he slid up his sleeve. The fleshy panel that covered his keypad was crooked and burnt. The keypad itself sent small sparks here and there and then died completely. Then the headache began. The luxury of using his internal GPS was now gone. Zu looked around, deciding whether or not he should help those still in the wreckage. He eventually threw his black hood up and walked away, not wanting to be here when the brass showed up. I've gotta get somewhere to get myself fixed up. he thought to himself as he faded into the shadows of the alley, heading back to the streets of New Los Angeles.
Jimmy jumped out of a hole in the side of the shuttle. His eyes fixed on the trail of broken concrete and twisted metal that it had left behind. They followed that trail back to the burning shuttle that everybody was abandoning. "THAT WAS FREAKING AWSOME!" He looked down and saw a dead guard. He didn't really want to touch him, but he wanted that laser pistol on his side. Besides, if he was going to be a spy he had to get used to dead people anyways. He was also able to curb his squeamishness enough to get a nice big pocket knife out of the man's pocket.
"THAT WAS FREAKING AWESOME!" The youthful voice from just outside the shuttle jars me back into consciousness. I wanna kill the little brat for being so damnably cheery when I'm in pain, but I suppose I can let it ride... I am, by all appearances, free again. Thats something to be happy about, right? I drag myself to my feet with a groan; I must have blacked out during that oh-so-wonderful landing we just made back there. A quick check reveals nothing more than scattered bumps and bruises, I definitely made out better than the guards: one of them lies dead, practically right at my feet. "Serves you right, you lascivious b*stard!" He couldn't hear me, but I felt a little better. I kicked him once and spat on him, for good measure, then a better idea occurred to me: I needed firepower. I snatched the pistol from his belt and stuffed it down my own pants; I'll figure out what kind of gun it is later... right now, I need to get out of here, but I need one more thing... my prized possession. I wrenched the door clean off the storage locker with little effort, and there it was...my pride-and-joy: an honest-to-goodness real folded steel wakazashi, not some fancy lazer-enhanced force-y doo-hicky. Been in my family literally for generations...too bad I'm the last one. That ham-handed guard had no idea the value, he just knew it was sharp, so into storage it went. I think he was more interested in pawing me over, anyway. I gave it a quick once over, and satisfied that it was undamaged, strapped it in place, hidden. I gave a quick glance, looking for any guards that might still be alive, then bolted for freedom through the hole in the hull.
As Fox looks around the the burning crash. She can hear her father's voice tell her "You know what your supposed to do first." She nods her head. Fox searches around the wreckage, until she spots the dead body of a guard. Searching over it, she finds his gun. Its small, but It'll get the job done. Looking around the black smoke, Fox yells out "Are there any other survivors?!"
Wraith rose from the wreckage of his "seat". He shook his head allowing himselve to clear his head. After surveying his surroundings he looked over himself. His hand implant was bashed but seemed operational. He heard a voice shouting (fox) "yeah! Over here, I could use a little help getting clear of the wreckage!" shouted Wraith, back at the person. Before the person could respond he saw a small box, a safe to be precise. The door was smashed open and inside was a small paper, a list of a collection of antiques. He knew one of the guards was a bit of history buff, it must be his. Next to the list was a small bag. He grabbed the bag, without looking for the objects within. After a moments thought, it was logical to take the list, the help indentify the items. He stood up, items in hand, waiting for the reply of his fellow survivor.
I’m bent nearly double as I walk, coughing in the oily black smoke. Between that and the heat of the flames it’s like being in an overactive exhaust pipe. I’m searching for Ghost, hoping that if I don’t find him, Kiara will. I worry about him. He has bits missing in his head. What I actually find is an open storage compartment. It looks like it was ripped open like a can of sardines and I would grin if I could stop coughing. Inside is a chopped ‘short throat’ pulse shotgun. It can knock down a large angry armed ganger if you’re really lucky. It can knock you on your behind at the same time if you aren’t careful. I grab it like it’s an old friend and check the power gauge. Full. Crouching in the wreckage all I can think is, this must be my lucky day. Leaning into the storage bin, eyes watering, I’m looking for something very specific. Which isn’t there. Damn. I look for it or something similar to it, ransacking the bits of shuttle that are left and it still isn’t there. Damn. Damn. Damn. Scratch that lucky day thing. Just as I give up hope, I find it thrown from where they must have kept it under the co-pilot’s seat. Carrying it, I keep low, realizing that the smoke is lifting a little and make it out into somewhat clearer air. Still clutching the gun I put the toolbox down and open it. Ooh, yeah, there they are. I pick up the all-purpose wire cutter/pliers combo and slip them into my coat pocket. Unfortunately, there’s not much else of interest in the toolbox. Why would anyone include a hammer in a shuttle toolbox anyway? Then I see the small roll of duct tape and appropriate that as well. An explosion behind me hurries me the hell out of Dodge. I don’t know if another fuel tank went or if someone’s shooting but I’m not sticking around to find out. I hustle, on the lookout for the others. Where is Ghost?
Zu kept looking around. He was cautious and paranoid. I should've went to a booth further down the road. he thought to himself, busilly flipping through the directory. He was trying to find a repair shop that was within a couple blocks of his current location. If he was going to get to those beautiful spires, he was going to need his GPS in working condition. And if he wanted to be functioning again, he needed to find the proper hardware store. He keep looking and stopped. His migraines getting back to him. F***, if I don't find one soon, I'm going to have an aneurysm. He kept looking and then dropped the directory entirely as a powerful migraine nearly brought him to his knees.
Fox walks over to see a short man with a busted hand. "Stay low. Try to crawl underneath the smoke." Her tail feels around the gun cabinet to see if there is anything useful. It finds a silencer for the small laser pistol she found earlier. She pulls out the pistol and the tail puts the silencer on it. "We should crawl out of here and look for other survivors."
