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Name/Handle: Micheal Mingan/Cobald
Sex: Male
Age: 25
Height: 182.88cm
Weight: 90.3kg
Eye Colour: Blue
Hair Style/Colour: Short and spikey, blue hair
Skin Tone: Pale
Occupation: technological wizard
Faction Affiliation: Ashe Daughter Gang [minion]
Cybernetics

:
-Nanocomputer
-Datajack w/Induction Port
-Optijack
-Mnemonic Jack
-Cybernetic Arm x2 w/retractible claws
-Acoustic Jack
-Air Tank
-Bioscanner
-Control Interface-his home/lab's central computer
-Cranial Bomb-tied to nanocomputer, Cobald will use to voluntarily end his life if he deems it neccessary.
-Filters
-GPS Pod
-Lifesaver
-Microscopic Vision
-Subdermal Comm Set
Bioware

-Coagulant Factory
-Learning Enhancer
-Mnemonic Enchancer
-Neural Boost
-Owl

Basic Equipment
:
Weapon of Choice:
-Custom made, semi-automatic handguns with illuminators and built in stun gun.

Description:
-Cobald is a tall, quiet man. He tends to gravitate towards the corner of the room, away from the others, though from a position where he can keep an eye on everything. His skin is very pale, you could almost confuse him with an albino, save for his unnaturally deep blue eyes. Both forearms are cybernetic, the consiquence of crossing a mob boss years back. Also, both are fitted with rectractible claws. Though not for the reason you might think. He uses them in his work, as they are far more precise than human fingertips. He keeps his hair cut short, and spiked. Many think he dyes his hair blue, but that is not the case. In fact his hair is artificial, transplants grafted in after his drug habit left him bald.
He prefers to wear a large trenchcoat, bursting with all kinds of tools from pockects on the inside.

Background Story [optional]:
-Cobald is a young native american man. Though you wouldn't know it to look at him. A drug addicition he developed in college nearly killed him, and left him as pale as an albino, and permanently stained his eyes blue. The damage to his mental faculties was even worse, and dropped his intellect from high in the genius range to barely above average. To compensate, he had some bioware work done on him, so that he is almost to the point he was before his disasterous fall.

Now, he works for Calder as a technitian, though he keeps to himself most of the time. Most of the gang is unaware of his existence, oblivious to all the good work he has done for them. But that is fine by him. Having always been shy, he never really made many friends. And the nuerological effects of his past drug addiction have left him with a permanent nervous twich, which only serves to ostracize him more.

He can always be found in his lab, which moves as an extention of his own body thanks to his control interface, working on some new project. The fact is, he believes that sleep is a waste of valuable time. Time that could be better spent in his lab perfecting some new gizmo. Which is why he has an owl bioware upgrade.

General Attitude: Shy, nervous, avoids eye contact. Violent when pushed too far however. Luckily most things matter little to him. Remind him of his past mistakes though can be more trouble than its worth. He is known to hold a grudge forever.

Name/Handle:
Ruin "Gearbox" Fabrik
Sex:
male
Age:
He has the bodily appearance of 16 years but age is unsure of exact age.The underside of his hair is grey, which hints at old age. Due to genetic modifications, there's not much to determine his age by.
Height:
about 5'6" without the boots
Weight:
110 lbs (due to his altered physiology)
Eye Colour:
Grey and yellow, intensity of color changes with exposure to white light
Hair Style/Colour:
brown, greying on the underside, cut 3/4" short, widow's peak
Skin Tone:
White
Occupation:
Mechanic, engineer. He calls himself "the machinist" caiming to be the best military mechanic still breathing
Faction Affiliation:
Rusted Chrome ProjeKt
Cybernetics

:

Cyberlimb (left arm) synthetic skin mostly torn off (probably on purpose),
generic data jack.
(He wants more but he can't find anyone to give him more)

Basic Equipment

:

Rail gun welded onto left arm
A 15" long cresent wrench strapped to his left boot
mirror-lustre black leather knee-high boots, 3-1/2 inch soles

description
He usually wears black leather knee high platform boots so shiny that you can see your reflection in them, fitted chrome pants, and a strange mercury-like stripe going down from the bottom of his neck to about his tailbone that slowly creeps out sideways into a closed vest when cold. But in a fomal situation he will wear a long black duster and a dark grey shirt
Background Story
A mechanic that lost most of his memories of growing up and doesn't want them back. Searching for a curent faction affiliation and an extemely talented military mechanic. He got the name "Gearbox" when he lost his left arm in the gearbox of an antique tank he was working on. he has a railgun that he welded on to his cybernetic left arm, he wears this as a trademark of his. He is naturally very agile as well as strong for his lean frame. He doesn't bother with bioware because he is very gifted with just about everything you can get.

General Attitude:
Very quick to change emotions, loves to help out and loves machines with an almost platonic affection. He is also aggressive and it's very easy to lose his trust if you say anything hateful about cyberware. He Hates ravers and "Those anti-cyberization ****ers"

Name: Alexis (aliases unkown)
Sex: Male
Age: 23 (can appear within 3 years of this age)
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 145 lbs
Eye Colour: Varies
Hair Style/Colour: Varies
Skin Tone: Varies
Occupation: Corporate Assassin/Mercenary/Recon
Faction Affiliation: N/A
Cybernetics

:

-Experimental Epiderdermal Manipulation Device (EEMD; Long-term use side-effects currently unknown)
-CNerv, a synthetic nerve depressant. Only known way to combat pain of EEMD
Background Story [optional]: Unknown beyond EEMD implant. While working for Corporate Entities, Alexis was gifted with the EEMD. Sadly, he is it's first field use test subject, and is fully aware of his current status as a Corporate labrat. Researchers currently believe that the use of EEMD may trigger complete nervous meltdown soon.
General Attitude: Believed cold-hearted killer. Truly, Alexis is a man of a functional mind, and a barely-contained conscience. His work, while made easier by EEMD exposure has also resulted in several episodes of Multiple Personality Syndrome.

Name/Handle: Unknown/Zin
Sex:M
Age:22
Height:5'7'
Weight:120
Eye Colour:Glowing light blue
Hair Style/Colour:Just above shoulders Black with blue streaks.
Skin Tone:Pale
Occupation:Cyber-Cowboy
Faction Affiliation:N/A
Cybernetics: Nano computer,Optijack, Data jack, Neuroelectrical Interface,data core, and a Mnemonic Jack .
Basic Equipment: His custom deck, Pistol, and emp grenade on belt.
Background Story: Zin worked at one of the largest techno corps around in a sprawl being enveloped by a plague. His Job consisted of normal work on a deck. Running through some of your run of the mill files one day, he stumbled on a file entitled the solution. Zins curiosity was sparked so he opened it. Within it was the cure to the plague. They were hiding it from the public and were going to distribute it later for the rich. He left that day to never come back in his hand was the cure. He went and found one of his old friends who just happen to be the leader of the local anti corp group. The cure was distributed and Zin left with a clear conscience. After that day Zin has a vendetta out against the corps. Today he wanders and works to take down the major corps with his abilitys with decks.
General Attitude: Sometimes seems harsh but warms up to others when he must.

Name:Sebastian Leadstorm
Sex: Male
Age: 24
Height: 6'4
Weight: 165lbs
Eye Colour: Grey
Hair Style/Colour:Black, chin length, straight, usually has a wet look to it
Skin Tone: Caucasian
Occupation: Thrill-seeker/man for hire (he does what there's money and excitement in doing)
Faction Affiliation: Independant
Cybernetics

:

Left arm, right ear and eye
Adrenal implant(Overhauled)
Wireless Smartgun links in both palms (still has to hold the guns for them to fire, but doesn't have to plug anything in)
Times Square Marquee
Motorcycle Cyberlink
Basic Equipment

:

Twin 11mm pistols, starfire rounds
Biker Leather Jacket, Baggy Street Camo Pants, Double Barrel 8guage Shotgun, incindiary rounds, Razorshot rounds
Motorcycle
Background Story [optional]: When he was 15 A corporation arranged for his nomad pack to be slaughtered to cover up the assassination of a fugitive from the company's intelligence department. The raid came while he was out searching the combat zone for salvageable supplies. When he returned to the camp, he found nothing but burning vrehicles and tents, and charred, mutilated, smouldering bodies. He has dedicated his life to finding out who gave the order to have his pack destroyed and make them pay.
General Attitude: Lives for the moment, Throws Caution to the Wind, Only Loyalties are to himself and his addiction to thrills.
weakness actively tries to drive people away from him, because in his past everyone who got close to him met an untimely end. thinks of himself as bad luck for anyone around him.

Name/HandleSilas d'Uscaret
Sex: Male
Age: 25
Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 150lbs
Eye Colour: Albino
Hair Style/Colour: Red Mohawk
Skin Tone: Albino
Occupation: Wandering Monk
Faction Affiliation: None
Cybernetics

:

Cyberbrain
OptiJack
DataJack
Basic Equipment

:

Retractible custom dire flail
Cash
Background Story [optional]:deemed insane by his parents just before they died mysteriously, Silas d'Uscaret was born into a well off family in the Euros. He fled to his families estates in Spire when he was brain hacked and forced to kill his parents. Still not able to fully cope with his actions, he has spent the rest of his teen hood and young adulthood trying to take his mind off of the horrible act. Years as a severe Grevious Angel addict were stopped cold turkey the day he killed a woman on his own will. Not just killed though, its started as a simple enough one night stand, but ended in a 2 day feast for the morbid soul.
Something had snapped in him. Triggered by a moment of passion, a latent virus left over in his brain from the first killing all those years ago by the unknown assailant rewired his brain. Silas now has the horrible urge to slowly torture and kill those he deems not fit to keep their lives. Only every so often does he get a break from this carnage, only every once and a while does he get to feel anything else but bloodlust. He is usually begot with grief and remorse for what he has done, but the program in his gray matter will not even let the thought of suicide come up, it is unimaginable to him.
And thats how it is. He steals from the dead and dying to pay for new tools of torture, his favourite being a dire flail that retracts into a shape resembling an odd barbell with a press of a button, and back just as easily. Sometimes he goes weeks at a time without the urges, but when they strike, he is but their slave. He seems to have a taste for the blood of females and children.

If only he could find out more about the assassin, the man from the Mistress of Exquisite Pain Triads.
General Attitude: Demented and deranged, he appears to be hunting something or someone most of the time. When not under the influence of the program, he is withdrawn and usually seeks help from those he knows he couldn't kill very easily.

Name/Handle: Threl Kaar
Sex: Male
Age: 21
Height: 5'8
Weight: 180 (Pre cyberware)
Eye Colour: White/Red (neither are natural eyes)
Hair Style/Color: Spikey/Red
Skin Tone: Very Pale
Occupation: Petty Thug
Faction Affiliation: N/A
Cybernetics

:
Endoskeleton
Cyberlimb (Right arm)
-Concealed Laser-
-Concealed compartement-
Muscle Replacements
Retractable Claw
Cyber eyes
-Night vision-
-Thermographic vision-
-Telescopic vision-
Control interface
-Motorcycle-
Datajack
Opitjack
Bionetics
:
N/A
Basic Equipment
:
Leather jacket
Chain
Black pants
Bat
Katana
Vibro Sword
25mg pills (Tamazepam) - 5
Batteries - 10
Motorcycle
-Room Sweeper pistol-
Weapon of Choice:
Laser (Cyber-arm mounted)
Retractable claw
Description:
For a short guy he sure is big... At 5'8 this guy looks like he's a body builder and has been working at it for years. Though from the look of his glowing red eyes and cyberarm you guess they might be inplants. He wears his red leather jacket that is covered in gangsigns and makes from various weapons.
Background Story [optional]: Just another slummer....
General Attitude:
Frag off!!