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[GiglameshDespair]

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Name: Karysse Sharid aka "Dogbite"
Gender: Female, not that she much cares.

Appearance: The pirates of old Earth were said to wear eye-patches and replace lost limbs with pegs or hooks. On Venus, you're considered a rookie up until your third set of eyes. Getting your lungs replaced, at least once, is an inevitability. Some even go full-blown robot, locking themselves in underneath multiple redundancies of airtight seals. Karysse went a different route. She stayed mostly human, replacing the parts that failed only when she had to. Her eyes are actually organic, unlike most, though this means she's gone through almost six sets. They're nearly as good as any cybernetic ones; working with the same doc each time means he can make adjustments. Her lungs are still artificial, as is most of her trachea, and her mouth has had some heavy adjustments on the inside, and her chin and lower jaw are mostly cybernetic. She keeps her hair shaved close, and her face and body are pockmarked with scars. She lost her right arm during one particularly nasty skirmish, and had the replacement heavily reinforced. Most of her ribs and three vertebrae are 'false' as well. Not that most of this can be seen from outside. Earthborn tend to have some comparatively conservative views regarding augmentation, and Kar's not much of an exception. Her face and extremities tend to be the only places where her augs show through. Still, her Remnant lifestyle means that she has plenty of tech augs stored away in her skull, shoulders, and back. She's usually wearing her old armored suit; not wearing one meant you were liable to get real hurt when the fighting started back when she was working on a cloud-buster.

Background: Karysse was one of the lucky few. Born on earth, orphaned, the usual story. Life wasn't terrible, but it wasn't great. The girl was good with tech, though, even from a very young age. Took well to implants, knack for code and understanding software, the works. Got off-world first chance she could, patroned by a sympathetic Orbital. Unfortunately, that was more or less the extent of their generosity, and at 14, just a few months since getting above the planet, she was headed for Venus, gateway to the rest of the system.

Venus
Class: Hardened Tech-Head

Not quite done.

>.> Really? Everyone went with Tech-Head? Jeezus christ guys.

I'm think survivalist/Destroyer, myself, but I'm guessing people want to be able to do the fancy hacking thing.

[AbstractTraitorHero]

I went thinker and destroyer.

[Sirus]

Eh, why not?

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Name: Captain Gurshin Broo
Gender: Unimportant. "It" will do just fine, if pronouns are required.
Appearance: A robot in appearance, with a bulbous body and six articulated tentacle limbs. The body is just under a meter long, though the arms have considerable reach. It is equipped with micro-thrusters for moving around in zero-g environments, and a counter-grav unit for other situations. The body contains an organic brain in a protective casing, which is the true source of Gurshin's sentience.
Background: Word on the Orbitals is that Gurshin was once in the short-lived United Earth Navy, before the Descent and the loss of centralized command. It refuses to speak of such times, assuming that it had actually lived back then.
What is known is that for the past 40 years or so, the strange cyborg known as Gurshin has been prowling the inner system, taking jobs whenever and wherever it could. With six manipulation appendages and the ability (via augs or natural talent) to use all of them in conjunction, Gurshin can handle a small vessel all by itself or prove to be a deadly combatant, whether in close quarters or at ranges of millions of kilometers.
Class: Jockey/Destroyer.

I'm sure this needs work.

[AbstractTraitorHero]

More robotic scum more to be destroyed for human dominance

[Sirus]

*Cyborg. It still has organic components.

[AbstractTraitorHero]

My character is a robot who thinks their human.They think all robots are human and all humans are robots and it wants to kill all robots to ensure human dominance it's pretty defective.

[GiglameshDespair]

My character is a robot who thinks their human.They think all robots are human and all humans are robots and it wants to kill all robots to ensure human dominance it's pretty defective.

What about cyborgs? They're a mixture of both human and robotic components.
What does little miss genocide think of those?

[AbstractTraitorHero]

.....they shall be fixed whether they like it or not for the glory of humanity.

[Pencil_Art]

Probably will make a sheet for this.

[Xantalos]

I unfortunately can't sign up for this since I really need to devote my creative energies to the things I'm already writing. I will most certainly be watching, however!

[spümpkin]

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Name: Karysse Sharid aka "Dogbite"
Gender: Female, not that she much cares.

Appearance: The pirates of old Earth were said to wear eye-patches and replace lost limbs with pegs or hooks. On Venus, you're considered a rookie up until your third set of eyes. Getting your lungs replaced, at least once, is an inevitability. Some even go full-blown robot, locking themselves in underneath multiple redundancies of airtight seals. Karysse went a different route. She stayed mostly human, replacing the parts that failed only when she had to. Her eyes are actually organic, unlike most, though this means she's gone through almost six sets. They're nearly as good as any cybernetic ones; working with the same doc each time means he can make adjustments. Her lungs are still artificial, as is most of her trachea, and her mouth has had some heavy adjustments on the inside, and her chin and lower jaw are mostly cybernetic. She keeps her hair shaved close, and her face and body are pockmarked with scars. She lost her right arm during one particularly nasty skirmish, and had the replacement heavily reinforced. Most of her ribs and three vertebrae are 'false' as well. Not that most of this can be seen from outside. Earthborn tend to have some comparatively conservative views regarding augmentation, and Kar's not much of an exception. Her face and extremities tend to be the only places where her augs show through. Still, her Remnant lifestyle means that she has plenty of tech augs stored away in her skull, shoulders, and back. She's usually wearing her old armored suit; not wearing one meant you were liable to get real hurt when the fighting started back when she was working on a cloud-buster.

Background: Karysse was one of the lucky few. Born on earth, orphaned, the usual story. Life wasn't terrible, but it wasn't great. The girl was good with tech, though, even from a very young age. Took well to implants, knack for code and understanding software, the works. Got off-world first chance she could, patroned by a sympathetic Orbital. Unfortunately, that was more or less the extent of their generosity, and at 14, just a few months since getting above the planet, she was headed for Venus, gateway to the rest of the system.

Venus
Class: Hardened Tech-Head

Not quite done.

>.> Really? Everyone went with Tech-Head? Jeezus christ guys.

I just wanted to make a Jawa, really.

[AbstractTraitorHero]

Jawa is going first 

[Rolepgeek]

I'm think survivalist/Destroyer, myself, but I'm guessing people want to be able to do the fancy hacking thing.

I just went with Hardened Tech-Head since it seemed to fit with being a sky-pirate best, if I wasn't planning on being a pilot or a juggernaut. :/

[Taricus]

Nice to see you've gotten another game up DH! And this is DH's game Dwarmin, you have time to make a sheet at your own pace.

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Name: Zahir Spencer

Gender: Male (Thanks to being a proper human, this is accurate and well-defined)

Appearance: Standing at roughly 1.8m, with lightly tanned skin, blue eyes and black hair. His body is wiry yet well-toned, with musculature that belies it's appearance.

Background: Hailing from the surface of dear old earth, Zahir's life was never one of the comfort and luxury of the orbitals having been confined to the wrecked surface of the world.

Well, 'wrecked'. While certainly scarred from the rampancy, the environment of earth was able to recover in the time that humanity had sundered itself on it's surface, able to to restore itself while the rampancy raged across the surface. Humanity itself suffered little from the rampancy after the fires and radiation died down, able to rebuild to a level of technology that the rampancy couldn't affect. During this time internecine warfare still raged across the planet, as older and older weapons were taken out of storage or forged from the wreckage of the rampancy, new nations arose from the ashes of the old, or otherwise conquered the remnants.

Now, the few nations on earth that exist tend to be solidifying, stabilising as the fires of constant warfare died with the overall destruction of the rampancy (Though many marauding bands exist between and within these nations, collectively and derogatory called 'motor-mongols' by the citizens of the nations) There are a few constants between these nations is the far more collective-leaning ethos of their citizens (Compared to that of the inhabitants of the orbitals at least.), with mandatory state service typically being omnipresent, and the universal distrust directed at those living off the surface of earth. Along with a common agreement among nations banning the use and manufacture of nanites on earth. Brush conflicts and raids are everyday occurrences, though outright warfare is by all rights extinct.

Enter the Australasian Dominion, controlling the entirety of Oceania and what were the nations of Japan, the Philippines, Indonesia and Brunei, and portions of mainland south-east asia. Effectively controlling the pacific ocean, the dominion stands as one of the few 'superpower' nations left of the planet. Effectively a fascist dictatorship (Though the only other alternatives is a communist dictatorship or a woman lying in a pond distributing swords a monarchy.) the dominion is ruled by a single dictator with a technocratic council to act in an advisory capacity (And pick the next dictator should one die). Furthermore, just about all forms of augmentation are banned within it's borders.

From this post-rampancy nation did Zahir hail. While fairly average in what schooling he did receive, he found his true calling upon entering the AD's military for his mandatory service. A particularly apt soldier and one that was a fervent supporter of the dominion, he ended up signing on for a longer tour after his mandatory service was up, which lead him into the special forces. It was in this role that Zahir started to excel, participating in countless skirmishes and border raids (More than a few against 'auggies'; Orbitals on the surface). Now at roughly thirty-one years old, Zahir could be considered a seasoned combat veteran by all accounts, which by all accounts seems far-fetched given the lack of need for replacement limbs and organs.

Class: Hardened/Destroyer (Preferably without augs at all. Nada. Zero. Zilch.)

Time to so those fancy tin-cans and bio-monsters what the intelligence and resolve of true humanity can do!

Well, that and some large-calibre munitions

[My Name is Immaterial]

I can't play, due to work keeping me off the grid, but I'll throw a sheet up for the waitlist.

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Name: "My parents named me 'Jilosko Thompson', I named myself 'Oklahoma', the university named me 'Doctor', but I've been named 'Bastard' more than once.
Gender: "Male works well enough."
Appearance: "I only venture forth in light, dull tones of synthlinens, under a heavier smartleather jacket, perfect for any weather, from blizzards to heat waves. I'm loathe to go without the latest fashions, but one must make sacrifices for science, and I do not wish to disturb the natives too much. Still, the natural tones pair well with my dark, tanned skin. It's a very rustic look, and works, in an old-fashioned way.
"To complete the look, an authentic pre-Descent pattern wide-brimmed fedora frames my face. It may be stained and deformed, but it's seen a hundred adventures. It's my prize possession, and I'm never without it.
"On my belt, I keep a mag-pistol, top of the line and reliable as the Caretakers that maintain Station 37, and an omni-tool, part grappling hook, part scanner, part 'Swiss Army Knife'. As the Scouts of pre-Descent Earth used to say, 'be prepared'.
"My Augs are all unobtrusive. Planted under the skin, you'd think I was unaugmented, if you didn't know better. I've nothing too specialized, mostly just baseline upgrades. Strength, reaction time, a few memory banks- I keep my Augs simple for reliability's sake. I've run into too many technomancers, machine priests, and cyber-shamans in the Black to risk advanced Augs turning on me."
Background: "You want my story?" He leans back in his chair and doffs his hat, brushing off some dust. How it got dusty on a space station is a question for a different day. "Do you want to hear the story of how I discovered the lost deepship Bright Horizon? The time I made first contact with the Echoes of Asteroid G-459C? The ancient treasure-trove of pre-Descent seeds I kept out of terrorist-Machine hands on Earth?" Satisfied, he settles the hat back on his head. "Or do you want to hear where it all began?"
Class:Operative/Thinker

More coming.