Moniker: Cy-cat
Motive: Survive the worst the City has to offer
Implants: Cybereyes with remote recording (broadcast to unknown party)
Imventory:N/A (reason: cat)
You are Cy-Cat, stalker of the night, predator of birds, terror of rats and other small beasts. You are the Monarch of the Guttersprawl, and all flee before your approach, lest they taste the bite of your razor sharp claws.
At least you were, before you were abducted by one of the Old Gods. You don't remember much of what happened, the flash of a surgical gown, a knife, but you woke up in the gutter, wet and miserable, the world having lost its color.
Literally. Your eyes, once shining orbs that surveilled your kingdom, striking fear into those who saw them, now see only in shades of amber. The image blurs as you try to look at the rain, degrading in resolution as you try to see the detail.
They robbed you of everything. You're unsteady on your feet, second-guessing the images your eyes are feeding you, a half-second behind reality. You can't hunt like this. You can't rule your domain with this mockery of eyes. And worst of all, they didn't even give you retractable razor claws.
You stumble and splash back down into the flowing water, a fallen royal. You stare as the debris drifts by on the current, trying to identify them before they drift away.
You don't know what day it is. Your vision jumps and jitters like a startled mouse. If you're ever going to get back to who you once were, it's going to be an uphill climb.
What do you do?