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[Geeklet]

Just going to keep this here as a work in progress. Will formally PM when its done.

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BASIC INFO:
Legal Name: Kathleen Voreman
Codename/Nickname/Aliases: LED
Age: 25
Occupation: Mechanic

ADDITIONAL INFO:
Residence, neighborhood/type of home: One room 'apartment' in the Smokey Apartment Complex
Place of Birth: Smokey Slums
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Citizenship and other legal info: American

OTHER INFORMATION:
Likes: Robotics, machines, Tinkering with things, being creative, greasy food
Dislikes: Predefined Expectations, Laziness, Corrupt officials
Ons/Offs:Led is still in an exploration phase, and doesn't fully know, herself. (please refer to player O/Os)


PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
Height: 5' 5"
Weight: 135 lbs
Hair color: Jet black
Eye color: blue
General Appearance: Usually covered with long sleeved clothing and pants, which completely hides her robotic hip,  and most of her robotic left arm, save for the hand.
Faceclaim:

EQUIPMENT/OTHER:
Her bike

EQUIPMENT: Fighting will happen, not all the time - but it will. What will she carry?
Large Monkey Wrench - How it is used: KABONG

HISTORY: Where do her roots come from? How did she get to where she is now? Is she a refugee, etc, etc

PERSONALITY: (self-evident)

CHARACTER FLAWS: No one is perfect

EXTENDED NOTES: Whatever couldn’t fit anywhere else. You can also put connections together here as well.

[la dame en noir]

Ugh! She's so hot. I'm so excited!

[Myrra]

Hi there! I'd also like to present my concept for a character, to be completed... mhh, either in the evening, or tomorrow.
To tell you the truth, I wrote it aaaaaaaaaaall, sent it in PM, and for the first time in my entire life, did not keep any backup copy. Guess what? It wasn't sent, I lost it, wasted an hour of my evening.

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BASIC INFO:
Legal Name: Miranda Brunson
Codename/Nickname/Aliases: Mira
Age:Eighteen
Occupation:


ADDITIONAL INFO:
Residence, neighborhood/type of home: The "Brunson estate", a city block dominated by the Brunson family
Place of Birth: Organa City
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Citizenship and other legal info:


OTHER INFORMATION:
Likes: Her family, any type of alcohol that can get her drunk, anything that can get her high, all kinds of debauched, raunchy sex, money, power and fame.
Dislikes: Passive, unentertaining people, the government and rich folks, those who take themselves too seriously.
Ons/Offs: Mira loves all kinds of twisted and perverted sex. Vanilla bores her to death.


PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 115 lbs/Slender
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Blue
General Appearance:
Faceclaim: Alexis Bledel

EQUIPMENT/OTHER:

EQUIPMENT: Fighting will happen, not all the time - but it will. What will she carry?
Piece of Equipment - How it is used

HISTORY: In short, comes from the biggest, baddest family of inbred street thugs.

PERSONALITY: A backstabbing bitch with no principles and no morals whatsoever. Can be cruel, but also pretend to be an innocent sheep. Overall, a trashy skank who has nothing but her own interests in mind, but can pretend to work for a cause if necessary.

CHARACTER FLAWS: Frail, and not nearly as smart as she thinks she is.

EXTENDED NOTES:

[Bibliophilia]

That's a good idea!  I like posting in-progress sheets in the recruitment thread, in case it lures in more applicants.

Reaper Done

BASIC INFO:
Legal Name: Maxine Freeman
Codename/Nickname/Aliases: Max; Reaper
Age: 23
Occupation: Part-time bartender at both Dusk Town and Athena's Palace


ADDITIONAL INFO:
Residence, neighborhood/type of home: Smokey Slums - Max lives on the top floor of the building Athena's Palace occupies.
Place of Birth: Organa City
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Citizenship and other legal info: American citizen


OTHER INFORMATION:
Likes/Dislikes: Whisky, tequila, marijuana, grilled meat, pizza, speed, fighting, meditation, tattoos, Satchmo, classic rock, dancing, her girls
Bullies, blowhards, the deliberately ignorant, the pointlessly angry, 'victims', wealthy idiots, law enforcement, people who order scotch with soda
Ons/Offs: Women, that velvety spot behind a woman's ear or where her neck meets her shoulder, the sensitive skin between a woman's thigh and her sex, legs, soft murmuring in the dark, the look of a woman bathing by candlelight, whimpering, the sweetly desperate light in her eyes when the climax is almost in reach, whispered dirty talk, public teasing, public sex, having her wounds nursed after a fight...which then leads to sex

Bimbos, men, scat, vore, gore, trashy women, excessive piercings, vulgar lewdness, fake orgasms


PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 132 lbs
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Blue-Grey
General Appearance: Max is tall and athletic with a multitude of scars from fire, bullets, blades and various scrapes, fights and wrecks she's had.  Not only is she scarred, she's also pretty heavily tattooed, though the only piercings she has are in her ears.  Her breasts are generally bound, either by an ace bandage or muffled within a couple of sports bras beneath baggy shirts or tank-tops, which makes it easy for others to mistake her for a pretty male.
Faceclaim: Ruby Rose

EQUIPMENT/OTHER:

EQUIPMENT:

Knuckle Knives: These combination brass knuckles and daggers are Max's weapons of choice, allowing her to put more brutality in her punches, and then easily switch to bladed combat with a flick of her wrists.

Satchmo: Satchmo is Max's boxer-bulldog-mutt that spends most of his time in Athena's Palace, or the area where the gang meets, depending on where Max is.  He's good-natured with most people, but can throw down when necessary.  He has been extensively trained by Max and, while she would never deliberately put him in harm's way, she can easily use him as a weapon in a pinch.

Kali: Kali is Max's motorcycle, the parts stolen, or legitimately salvaged, and fitted together by a mechanical genius.  The motorcycle has the capability to swap between driving and hover mode, and has its own sidecar, for those times when she wants to take Satchmo for a ride.

HISTORY:

Max didn't have parents.  Growing up in the orphanage, she used to imagine her parents were spies who died together in a shark tank at the hand of some master super villain, and their last thought was of the beloved daughter they were leaving behind.  Or, sometimes, they were revolutionaries, alive and hiding out somewhere, planning to over-throw the government and return to their little girl once it was safe again.  Still other times they were rock stars on tour in another part of the world, being held against their will by a corrupt foreign government and forced to put on concerts for the entertainment of the leader and his friends.  The fact was, she imagined they were anything but the 'smokey trash' that the other kids and the nuns claimed.  She refused to believe that she'd been abandoned by drug addicts too stupid to get sterilized.  By the time she was 6, she was resorting to violence to make the other children stop teasing her about it.

Of course, very few children knew their origins, or those that did came from no better stock than they accused Max of, but her dreaming and stubbornness pissed them off enough to make her a target.  When she started fighting back, she often found herself being sent to bed with no supper as punishment, or getting a beating from one of the nuns who ran the orphanage.  Her staunch refusal to apologize for her behavior, or even reveal she regretted being punished for it, caused the nuns to react even more harshly.  There were many nights when she couldn't sleep, or lay on her back, because the pain in her backside and thighs was too acute.  She took her beatings without a sound nor tear, which meant the nun administering it often hit harder and longer, as if trying to break her.  It never worked.

In school, she started selling her services as a bodyguard to the smaller, weaker children who tended to be the target of bullies.  Sometimes they would do her homework or reports for her, sometimes they tended to her chores, if they also lived in the orphanage, and a few, very few, paid her out of the meager allowance they were given by their parents.  Most children, however, who received an allowance, had parents wealthy enough that they didn't live in the Smokey Slums.  Still, it sparked something in Max, and when she was fifteen, she left the orphanage and dropped out of school to take a job at a local bar as a bouncer.  At first, the owner hadn't wanted to hire her on,. but after some convincing and a demonstration of the skills she'd picked up, he decided to take a chance.  Max sent her nights at the bar, her days sleeping in the back room and her days off teaching some of the local kids, and adults, how to defend themselves.  But, after a while, she realized it wasn't enough.

The crime in the slums was out of control, and the police were useless.  So, she decided to put together a gang of like-minded women who could help her take care of her neighborhood...and maybe, one day, the whole damn city.

PERSONALITY:

For someone who seems to genuinely take pleasure in violence, Max is surprisingly patient and calm.  Her laid-back manner actually causes some to underestimate her, or assume that her reputation is exaggerated, which can lead to unpleasantness.  She doesn't lose her cool easily, and it actually takes a very specific set of circumstances for her to fly off the handle and react on pure rage and instinct.  Any abuse of animals or children can lead to her showing the raging monster behind her relaxed demeanor, and the targets of her rage in those instances do not get off easy.  Otherwise, she's quick to smile, generous almost to a fault, sarcastic, reckless, hungry for life and compassionate.  Oh, and stubborn.  She refuses to back down when she knows she's in the right, or if there's a fight to be won, if she can stand, she will; if she can fight on her knees, she will; if she can bite an ankle while flat on her face, she will.

CHARACTER FLAWS: Reckless; stubborn; cocky at times

EXTENDED NOTES:

[la dame en noir]

Bibi, I just made the most masculine moan because of the pictures you chose.

But yeah, go ahead and post in progress. I'm so excited. If you any of you have questions, let me know.

[Bibliophilia]

-grins.-  Then I'm doing my job right!

[Myrra]

And I'm not. Darn.

[la dame en noir]

No don't say that! I just have a massive hard-on for androgynous and tomboyish women.

[Myrra]

Very understandable.

[Dashenka]

So where do we plan our connections? Here? Or in an OOC or through PM?

[Alias]

no WiP here, I'm pretty sure she's done... I'm willing to edit anything from something as important as her Rx7 to something as small as the gloves that she likes to wear when she drives. If the gang has particular colors, a bright blue jacket might be tabboo. Also, her car is black. I can change that even. Just let me know. Everything is up for debate.

"Mikado" - The Mechanic With a Deathwish

BASIC INFO:

Legal Name: Michelle Karren Alexandir
Codename/Nickname/Aliases: “Mikado” - “Mika”
Age: 27
Occupation: Mechanic and Engineer



ADDITIONAL INFO:

Residence, neighborhood/type of home: Mika Lives a very spartan-esque loft above her garage. The garage has a laundry room, and a shower. But Mika doesn’t have any kind of formal cooking appliances. So, she eats out constantly.
Place of Birth: Organa City
Ethnicity: mixed race, strongest roots in Basche (Iberian peninsula) and Shona (Mozambican savanna)
Citizenship and other legal info: Currently off grid. Formerly American. Mikado has identified as an American Revolutionary for many years



OTHER INFORMATION:

Likes/Dislikes:

Enjoys: Working with her hands, getting oily and dirty, Vernor Vinge, driving so fast that it’s life threatening, mastering her driving technique, building the perfect four wheeled machine, Tinkering with Automotive designs and firearm designs, old things before technology got ‘too complicated’, being helpful, and Japanese History (specifically 18th, 19th, 20th, and early 21st century)

Despises: the tiers of social hierarchy, materialism, the inevitable “technological Singularity”  (more on this later), prissiness in men and women, ocd behavior, most food, fascism

Ons/Offs:

Turn-ons: An interest in mechanics, an interest in history, dignified behavior, petite women, sex in public, life experience, sexual experience, confidence, Courage, submissive women, Passion, enthusiastic foreplay, women who like to be teased, oral anything (excluding men)

Turn-offs: Commitment, Romance, Deception, Ignorance, "Type-A personalities", Anal anything, Men in general



PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:

Height: Five ft. Nince in.
Weight: 142 lbs.
Hair color: Natural brunette, colors it blue most of the time.
Eye color: Dark Brown
General Appearance:

Ms. Alexandir is incredibly fit. She has a muscular form, and the womanly frame to show it off. Her back, ass, and shoulders are a work of art when all in view together. The definition up top, and the powerful bubble of her butt down low are by far her best qualities. But, her arms have definition as well as her calves, thighs, obliques and her abs. Her strength is evident in her healthy body, but she does not have veins showing through her skin. She has a bulk to her, especially in her legs and her abdomen. A six pack is incapable of hiding behind the thin layer of fat on her belly. Her breasts are full at a pert C cup.

”Body double” For reference

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For clothes, Mikado essentially has a few different appearances, but two of them are distinct. She’s either at the shop, or she’s in her driving gear. She has several worn black jumpsuits that she wears while she works on motorcycles. Most of the time, she has the top of the jumpsuit hanging from her waist. Typically, she only has one small layer on underneath to help support her breasts. So, she’s often covered in oil, grease, and grime. While working out, Mikado likes to wear small clothes, athletic shorts or tights, and sports bras.

While driving, her entire look changes from grimey mechanic to clean lady killer. She wears tape on her ankles, around her wrists, and hands. Mikado prefers shoes with a large heel for driving, both in surface area and height. She has a few pairs of ‘driving’ boots. The tape is always covered for appearance. she wears skin tight black pants usually tucked into her boots, a bulletproof vest, Bright Blue Driving Gloves, A Signature Blue Leather Jacket & A Black Motorcycle Helmet. This is also her basic battle attire.
Faceclaim:Ashley Frangipane

EQUIPMENT/OTHER:

Weapons:

Twin Tire Irons - An old improvised weapon in street fights. Mikado loves them and enjoys the hook they have on the end.

32 gauge shotguns - These are her favorite weapons. They have maximum spread and minimal recoil. She always has a couple of them in the car with her. She uses them to blow out tires, and important engine components during chases. They are also an effective close range weapon in life or death situations

fourteen foot chain - Useful in a fight and in a various of other situations. She can fight with this around her shoulders with an end wrapped around each taped/gloved fist. The chain weighs almost seventy pounds, and when used as a swinging weapon, it can be deadly.

HISTORY:

The Alexandir family was one of the wealthy elites that was able to protect itself from the war. As time went on, they only continued to rise in power due to limited competition.

Mika’s father and her older brother’s enjoyed their old money, and they liked to watch it grow. Mika on the other hand had a thousand questions about the station of her family. She could see people suffering everywhere, even as a child, and it didn’t make sense to her that she was safe, and warm, and properly fed. While she was still considered a child, Mika started to force people around her to call her Mikado instead of Michelle. Most people were fine with it, a few people had some questions. And her father was the most upset by this choice.

He didn’t care that his daughter was the exact opposite of what he wanted. That was not enough to pull him away from his responsibilities. It was Mika’s interests that upset him. She had a ‘dangerous mind’. She was starting to read writers from well before her time. A few particular subjects gathered her interest, combustion engines, engines in general, Japanese culture, and Japanese history as well as American sci-fi authors from the middle of the 20th century. Mikado was afraid of something very specific, and she was angry about something completely different. Both of these things were represented by her new name. Her father knew what Mikado was. It was active rebellion, not only against his family, against his culture, and his very way of life.

Vernon Vinge was her soulmate. The fear in her was that of technology. She had found the ‘post-modern’ authors to be incredibly insightful. Their prediction of a technological apocalypse was unfolding before her eyes as she grew up in their future. Their predictions were erie, and she became obsessed. She studied the progress that humanity made as it turned away from the horse and started to rely on it’s own inventions to perambulate about the planet. She learned about World War I, and World war II. And she saw the bombings of Nagasaki and Hiroshima as the most important moment in history. And the economic recovery of japan afterward inspired her.

Everything about the people from her books were fascinating. As she informed herself of the past, she wisened up quickly.

Mikado conformed. She stopped acting out. Her father was mostly please. She didn’t give up her new name. But, she hid her Vinge novels, and she studied combustion engines as well as other 20th century inventions in her private time. And she used this front of obedience to obtain a high quality degree from prestigious schools. Mikado studied furiously, not in search of a degree, but in search of the knowledge she needed to do what she knew she had to do.

She had to do her part to conserve the past, and to fight against the imminent technological apocalypse. Mika doesn’t believe that the end is nigh, or anything. She just wants to say that she tried. She stole money from her family, she ran away, she dug the tracking technology out of her skin, and hid herself away in the poor sections of Organa in order to provide the citizens with weapons, and tools to protect themselves. And of course to chase her dream.

Mikado opened up an illegal custom motorcycle garage. Motorcycles were easier to manufacture than cars, and they were more useful for the individual interested in rebellion. Mika had stolen the money for her expensive black market equipment. So, she could sell her product for absurdly low prices. She was not interested in turning much of a profit. She wasn’t even paying for food, power, rent, or supplies to keep herself operational. All of that was coming from her circle of friends and associates. So, she was practically giving her shit away. And that meant that everyone around her were supplied for almost nothing.

And, she constructed her baby, the only car she’s ever built, a duplicate of a vehicle from 1987, manufactured in Satayma, Japan and reconstructed now, after the last one had been crushed and sold for scrap over 100 years before. A Mazda Rx7 FC Savanna. She lives life because of this car. It is her tank, her passion, her obsession, and her rock. Obtaining gasoline with a high octane rating is by far the most difficult part of her life. With the futuretech in her world, she was able to reproduce the car piece by piece after building her own frame to precise specifications. There are ...some... differences in her model. It was mostly hollowed out, and reinforced with thicker body panels and armored metal. It was a bullet on four wheels. And, there was only one seat, the driver’s seat on the right side of the car.

Instead of seats, she stocked her baby full of tools and spare parts. Her car is practically a mobile motorcycle repair shop complete with some emergency spare parts

PERSONALITY:

Mika tends to have a serious look on her face at all times. She’s a dedicated, hard working professional that doesn’t like to waste her time. In any kind of free time she has, she is out working to solve the impossible task of making her Rx7 faster than anything else in existence. It requires just as much devotion as her work does, but she enjoys the sensation of almost dying. So, being out there is more fun than anything else.

She isn’t exactly gifted socially, but she has a good sense of humor and a quick mind. She is good with words, but she’s not good with social concepts. She would rather be upfront and honest about something that upsets her than wait for the right time to bring it up. She likes to flirt, and she is the type to make the first move.

She isn’t exactly fun to be around. But she is very exciting. Mikado has a very special kind of death wish that allows her to fly through corners and sharp turns at breakneck speeds. She has absolutely zero fear of death.

CHARACTER FLAWS:

Workaholic: Mika rarely ever takes a moment to relax and enjoy the moment

Delusional: Her fear of technology isn’t unfounded, but it is also relatively irrational. Technology hasn’t ruined the planet on it’s own. The people have played their part as well.
Emotional problems: Mika has commitment issues as well as a bit of narcissism. Her own interests are by far more important to her than others. She is rarely rude, but these deep seeded problems keep her from getting too close to anyone.

Obsessive: When Mika cares about something, she can talk about it for hours, she has no problem lobbying to others about her believes, and her obsessive practice of driving on four wheels is just barely bizarre enough to make her belong in a motorcycle gang. If she didn’t have the a garage that was designed specifically to build and repair bad ass motorcycles, she might have ended up somewhere else.

EXTENDED NOTES:

“Tank” - Mikado’s Rx7 FC I could go on for nineteen paragraphs. If anyone has any questions about this car, please ask away. :)

‘Future tech’ - Mika’s shop is full of machines that help her recreate dead machines. One of them is probably capable of ‘3D printing’ different parts for different machines. And I’d imagine there are a few more that are probably too technical to be narratively interesting. So I figure ‘futuretech’ is a good way to refer to these machines.

NPCs - Mika likely has two or three mechanics that work for her in her shop. I don’t mind who has control over them. It just seems reasonable that she would have a few helping hands for big jobs like an express service custom bike. 

[la dame en noir]

So where do we plan our connections? Here? Or in an OOC or through PM?

Once I've made final decisions for the 8 players, then I will open the OOC for people to chat and make connections however they want.

I'm giving this a week to garner interest and for people to submit profiles to me before picking. So sit tight :)

[Dashenka]

A week.... O maaaannn  :o


*sits tied, trying to look patient*  O:)

[la dame en noir]

Well it's not a first come first serve and I want to make sure everyone has time to make a character.

[Bibliophilia]

Finished Max and sent her in!  -sprawls.-  Now I can chill until selections.

[la dame en noir]

MMMM Max! <3

sigh

[Nowherewoman]

Don't you mean 'Mmmmm Ruby?' ;D

[la dame en noir]

I literally can't handle this.

I wish Androgynous women didn't touch my sweet spot so often.

[Nowherewoman]

I literally can't handle this.

I wish Androgynous women didn't would touch my sweet spot so more often.

Fixed that for ya, love ;D

[la dame en noir]

Fixed that for ya, love ;D

haha! this is why I like you! <3

[la dame en noir]

Double Post, but I thought I should put this for people that are coming by and want to apply. (I'll put this in the first post).

Character Types I'm looking for;

Tomboys
The Crazy Ones
Those who can't help but start a fight(Reckless)
The Radical

[Dashenka]

Emma is a crazy one.

[la dame en noir]

Noted. Just trying to throw out ideas.

[Wispyr]

-Whip cracks it to the top- So what exactly else is needed for things to look at getting started?

[Alias]

-Whip cracks it to the top- So what exactly else is needed for things to look at getting started?

We're mostly just giving everyone a chance to apply, I think. *prepares cinnamon buns for everyone* I might continue to refine my sheet while I wait. I'm not awesome with patience, but I try.


There was a 5,000 by 3,000 size for this picture.... I have one question: Why!?!?!