Here's a character I'd like to play. Xer background anyway. I'd play up the gender fluidity for this story. :)
Name Juan Diego Iglesias
Alternative Isabella Iglesias
Background Lunar Colonist
Faction Hypercorp (Pathfinder)
Build Points 0/1000
Actual Age 24
Gender Identity Flexible, but basicly male.
App Age 21
App Gender Female
Weight 220lbs (20 of it cybernetically reinforced skeletal structure.)
Build Slender and curvaceous.
Skin Palest pink.
Hair Lavender with purple streaks, all of it with a metallic sheen.
History Born on Luna 14 years before the fall to a family of Spanish immigrants, Juan Diego Iglesias was given to poking his nose into all the oddest corners of the habitat, getting lost in the Helium 3 Mines, and scrambling up to the tops of the buildings to gaze out the dome at the stars. “Before the Fall,” he would explain in latter years, “The magic was in the future. The power of the gods was in our hands, and the galaxy was ours to explore, to save or to conquer. These were the stories I experienced through all manner of stories and games.
“After the fall, our fantasy changed as much as our reality. The magic was in the past now, in the manifold golden eras when Earth was green and blue. I remembered the old magic, though, and when the first Pandora gate was discovered, I saw my destiny.”
Fueled by the promise of the Pandora Gates, Juan Diego studied hard and worked harder. His trades were architecture, habitat engineering, and industrial mechanics. Every cheque, rather than enjoy the entertainments, parties, or vacations his success entitled him too, he banked more towards the goal of leaving this life behind to explore the galaxy as a Gate Crasher.
At first as a creative exercise, but increasingly as a key part of his goal, Juan Diego began to design a custom morph that he intended to sleeve into for his adventures. Stronger, faster, smarter, and more durable, this new body became the focus of his goals. It could breath the thinnest atmospheres, ingest the most lethal toxins, It’s eyes were keen as any bird of prey. It could take a rail to the chest and still carry it’s wounded teammates back to the Gate to the safety of Sol’s space.
It was beautiful.
She was beautiful.
The more Juan Diego considered this masterpiece, the more certain he was that the perfection he was creating could not be contained in the graceless body of a man.
And so, in his 22nd year, Juan Diego Iglesias made a contract with the Pathfinder hypercorp on Mars. He subcontracted through them for the creation of his new body, and deferred it’s cost a bit by arranging for his old form to be sold to an digital refugee from old earth who’d been without a corporeal form since the fall.
Juan Diego lay back in a biobed and closed his eyes. His ego was digitised and uploaded through subquantum tethering to a similar station on Mars.
There Isabella Iglesias opened her lavender orbs for the first time and went to meet her destiny.
For several months, Isebella trained with a group of four other girls--a mercenary, biologist, a xeno-archaeologist, and an extreme athlete, in preparation for their first mission--the first trip living beings would make through the gate to a misty forest world dubbed Avalon.
Since sleeving into her new morph, Isabella has had perfect recollection of every moment of her life. It was only when she stepped through the pandora gate, side by side with the mercenary girl Xu Li, that Isabella first experienced a loss of memory. She has vague recollections of luminous flowers, massive trees, and silvery mists. She’s quite certain that their navigation systems grew scrambles. They became lost in the mist. Hulking shadows stalked them. Grinding chimera of chromium steel assailed them. She grew feverish.
Something had shot her in the left lung.
She is certain that she experienced at least three days of complete fuge after that point, at the end of which she staggered back through the Gate to Mars, with the ebony skinned biologist Lita Macintosh carried over her shoulder, seemingly half dead from fever.
Isabella has yet to see Lita again. For some days after, she herself was in a state of tabula rasa. In her dreams, she wrestled with a shadow that threatened to smother her mind. As the sun rose on the seventh day, Isabella jerked awake, fully aware of who she had been, and who she was, and with some idea of what she had become.
The shadow was still in her. She wrestled with it every night. Because she controlled it, though--sometimes with the help of some OCD rituals--she could compel it to yield its power to her. Isabela’s senses were more heightened than ever before. She could hear the thoughts of others, slip subtle commands into their minds, communicate through what she could only describe as telepathy, and even strike out against a foe with a blade of will striking them directly in the brain, causing potentially lethal seizures.
Isabella had to know what had happened to her. She maintained her ties to Pathfinder, but instead of preparing for another gate crash, she took an extended hiatus to work as a simple industrial mechanic. Out on the matrix, she researched signs of others who might share the powers she’d discovered.
She found them, scattered through the shadows of the solar system, all of them apparently victims of a failed titan nano-virus intended to transform them into agents, but failing to do more than grant them phenomenal powers and in many cases drive them mad.
The question then came to her, “What was a Titan’s nanovirus doing on Avalon?
“What are the Titans?”
She did not find these answers. The answers found her.
Firewall found her.