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Ulrich Nimo Owen

"Essence of the soul, the keystone of human traits"

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a character in “Cybercity”, as played by danm36

Description

Name: Ulrich Nimo Owen (Commonly called Nimo)

Age: Unknown - Around 28-36

Sex: Male

Height: 6' exactly

Occupation: While he acts as a sort of mercenary, he possesses no real job or even a house

Cyborg: Most certainly

Modifications: A full body replacement, including many vital organs including his eyes and his vocal chords. While this gives him an impressive athletic boost, he is more machine than man, and as such lives of sugar (For his brain and micro-generator) and batteries. He also features a sort of natural wireless connection to the networks of the city (Which can be almost infinitely improved if a couple of network cables are slotted into the back of his neck), and can communicate with them as if they were sentient. He concluded that this was probably an experimental User Interface modification. From what he can work out, his brain is the last remaining human part of him, and that's littered with chips of some sort.

Appearance: Being a full-body cyborg, Nimo no longer possesses the need for clothes - cybernetic implants regulate his temperature and the generic mannequin like portrayal of human anatomy leaves him nothing to hide. His face, like the rest of his body, is a cybernetic construct. While a single red 'eye' is visible (And does act as a ocular output for a sort of 'night vision') he does have binocular vision through concealed camera's either side of this eye. His voice is calm and collected with no trace of an accent, although his speech synthesiser does make his voice sound a little gruff at times. His build appears quiet athletic, with visible muscles (Whether these are real or not is up to debate). His body is coloured in a dark navy blue with some brown highlights, while his mask is a polished white.

Personality

Considering Nimo has no recollection of any time prior to waking up in some seedy backstreet, with no personality to boot, Nimo built up a personality of what his 'concious' and the networks tell him is right. Considering the negative nature of most humans, his personality - along with his almost monotone method of communication - is considered by many to be strange if somewhat acceptable. He features very few opinions on things, and judges objects and plans for there tactical value and usefulness instead of personal value and worth. This alone scares him a little, as while he is certainly a human (He is alive after all), his mind seems a little to machine-like for his preference. He often wonders what would have brought himself to modify his body in such a way, and then purge his memories to boot.

He always helps the little guy, or whoever pays the most, but will always uphold his version of justice, which while morally correct has still got him in some scraps with the law enforcement. He has no friends, but rather allies, contacts and acquaintances. And sugar/battery salesmen.

Likes: Machines, cyborgs, technology, networks, thinking

Dislikes: Injustice, anti-cyborg groups, corruption, lying, low sugar/battery supplies

Alignment: Neutral to the strictest sense of the word

Equipment

His left arm can become a chain-gun or a short sword can slide out of - and be made of - his palm
His right arm conceals both a second short sword and an extendible baton that can become electrified if need be

History

Nimo woke up in an grimy backstreet two weeks ago, a puddle of oily water surrounding him. He instantly knew what he was, how to operate himself and all that, but his past. Gone. He must have done a complete memory wipe or something, which worried him a little about the memories he wanted to forget. Over the few days, he managed to make deals with various gangs - some of them opposing - to fight in proxy battles. With the money he earned, he managed to arrange a constant supply of his two only needs, sugar for his brain and batteries for his body. His life was set, he could sleep in the backstreet and his body could make him feel as if he was on a beach - hell, a mind implant could make him think he was on a beach - and he maintained his body.

Over the days when he wasn't fighting, he communicated with the networks. Cracking encryption keys was too easy, and he could view peoples data transferrals without them knowing, not that it mattered. He wasn't interested in whether John Yesoph liked a social network message, that Ivan was downloading an illegal pornography simulator or that a branch of the police was watching a bar called 'The Alley', no, what appealed to him was that the emotionless string of binary, ternary and quaternary was what it wasn't. It felt to him as if the bits carried emotion, feelings and thoughts, and over the weeks he 'learnt' a personality from this, as if the binary was teaching him something. He rationalised this feeling down to another implant. At any rate, he was content with his life.

So begins...

Ulrich Nimo Owen's Story

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#, as written by danm36
Nimo awoke with a start. The stagnant water that persisted in the alley never bothered him, but rain was different. It obscured his cameras, and wiping them was the worst thing to do. He quickly got up and headed towards the nearby market.

He reached one of the few remaining stands, a woman who sold sweets to the rarity that was children. She instantly knew what he was there for and, within a couple of seconds, was pouring industrial sugar into a hole in his shoulder. Within a few seconds, he began to feel warm and active again as his generator started.
"How does an generator run off sugar?" quizzed the woman. She didn't appear to be the technical type with no implants and a lack of tech in her stand, but Nimo was odd enough to warrant such a thing.
"A similar way to how it works in standard humans, but a little more...explosive. A combination between respiration and a car engine, if you will," he replied in his standard emotionless voice.
"Oh..." she said, disinterest appearing as soon as he spoke. He had that effect on people regardless of his appearance. He once again cursed at his emotion damping chip or whatever was the cause. From what he could gather, he had a mess of conflicting chips stuck into the only biological organ in his body, his brain. The emotion damper, the adrenaline stimulant, the ocular boost (Seeing in infra-red was interesting) were all components of his ruined mind, ruined by what he can only consider as the memory bomb. This chip removed any and all memory of his past life, even going so far as to wipe his very personality. He still retained full knowledge of the world, just nothing about himself. Well, he assumed it was a chip anyway. Seemed more apt than head trauma in this body.

His next stop would be "The Brickwall bar" to see if anyone had a job. He never truly understood this name. Most buildings here were build out of plaster, metal and synthetic materials. Bricks were old fashioned and inefficient. Who would be proud of owning such a place so much as to name it after its one obsolete feature? At any rate, it was still a better name than "The Alley" which was the most blatant lie he had seen in his two weeks of conciousness. It was in a cellar, certainly not an alley! There wasn't even an alley nearby! He let off a synthetic sigh that came out more as white noise. He needed his emotions and personality back, and probably the rest of his body too.

The bouncer outside the bar was someone called Per, someone who was so androgynous that telling whether they were male or female would be a test of patience. (S)he let Nimo in without trouble, he had proved himself before and was probably the most robotic thing allowed in the club. He stayed towards the back in the shadows - some of the people there were still weary about him - but thankfully his generator was quiet enough to not cause any distractions. He was looking for the bartender when music suddenly chimed up. Danny Valentino (A very Mafia sounding name, odd for a Yakuza bar) and his band had taken the stage.

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Zilon looked behind him and saw him. He looked over him looking for a single trace of humanity and only found a brain, then he turned back to Aseria replying to her "yeah that is a petty, and that guy over there is all metal but he only has a brain but there are chips in it, wait a sec here I go to him" Zilon said and walk to him, well more it

Zilon stood by it and got it's attention "I see your looking for something and I think I can help with that, why do I offer this you may ask? But I saw you had an old chip in your brain that is experimental from my company, so if you want my help here is my card" Zilon said and held the card out to him

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Zilon put his hand against his head with a smile "well your very direct Aseria, that is sure but next time take it slow that can scare people off" he said to her and watched back to the 'cyborg' if you could still call it that then. and watched it more closely he noticed some features only the company made and some of others but that is impossible it conflicts with each other and is use in different ways unless some one build them from the old scrap

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Two people suddenly approached him, Aseria - another cyborg he had only seen from a distance, and a man he had never seen before.

"I have arrived for my daily job with the Yakuza. It seems we haven't talked before," my name's Ulrich Nimo Owen, or Nimo for short, he replied in his standard monotone voice, to which stuck out a stiff arm in offer of a handshake, to which Asera met. She seemed to be fully cybernetic as well, but her body was moulded to mimic the human form, rather than be an abstract representation of such.

"You may not know of me. I am I hired mercenary who performs daily skirmishes for whoever is hiring. The Yakuza haven't hired me yet but there may always be a chance." The male eyeballed him. He said he was a member of a company that had manufactured a chip inside Nimo's head. The memory blocker? Nimo considered questioning him about it's removal, but decided that he was probably blocking it for a reason (Assuming he was the one who installed it). Nonetheless he stored the card in a small 'pocket' in his forearm.

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"Or would you rater prefer a 52 year old Chateau du Marnac?"

Sam was genuinely surprised that the Brickwall would have anything near that quality. It sounded good, but to honest he preferred to drink with a full meal, and he preferred to dine in silence.

"Ah, that sounds great Miss, but I think I will have to pass. Its a bit early in the day for wine. Let the cook know that I regret having just eaten lunch." He stated.

She was pretty, but almost fake in a way. He could tell she was a cyborg by the way she held herself. It was kind of an intuitive trick, he had learned it during his time with the Family. Cyborgs with limb replacements had a certain rigidness to them, nothing too terribly noticeable, but it was there if you were looking for it.

He glanced over her shoulder in the direction she had come from, and spied two figures standing close together. What looked like an android and the cyborg man from earlier that day stood together and spoke. The man was glancing in his direction, or rather, her direction.

"Friends of yours?" He asked the cyborg woman. "Miss, erm, what was your name?"

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A gunshot. Aseria sprinted out and the man Nimo was conversing with quickly followed. He began to follow but caught the eye of the man Aseria was talking to, a man of older fashions but good taste. Him, alongside most of the other patrons, were showing a calmness that could only be associated with 'It was a common thing'. After a few seconds Nimo turned and left to greet the scene outside.

Per was lying on the ground, heavily wounded, and Aseria was already contacting an ambulance. Beside her was the corpse of a cyborg and his frontal lobe, while next to him was the body of a female cyborg and the fully functioning head nearby shouting expletives at the ground as the henchman carried it away.

"A deep laceration that caused minor damage. The bullet is lodged in the skull, but urgent medical attention is required. Brain damage - minimal" he whirred off soullessly. Ghosts from his forgotten mind told him he knew nothing of medicine. Another upgrade then...

At that point, he came to a realisation. All he deep, purposeful memories featured nothing about cyborgs, Yakuza or Mafia. There was still technology, but not to this extent at least. Straining hard to catch the whispers of thought, he tried to break the chip, learn something, but then as if a switch were flipped, they were gone. He sighed.

As soon as Per was in the ambulance (Nimo had to help a little with the heavy lifting) Aseria marched indoors. The rain was wavering, but regardless Nimo stood there, deep in non-existent thought. Within a couple of minutes, he re-entered the club.

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Sam had heard the shot, it had startled him, but it didn't really concern him much. Shots fired in the street were a regular thing. Miss Mykonesic rushed outside, but Samson remained where he was. He was interested in seeing what had happened, and Per's defenselessness suddenly sprang to his mind. However, he didn't want to get caught up in the throng of people that were sure to gather around the disturbance. The room was suddenly a swirling maelstrom of panic. Young patrons ran helter-skelter around the room looking for cover. In midst of it all, Sam found the single pulsing red "eye" of the android in the crowd examining him. It was a rather unnerving sensation, and Sam looked away quickly.

He looked up at Danny on stage and gave him a quick wink.
Danny Valentino, would had already stopped playing, made a hand signal. His fellow band members suddenly dropped their instruments and slid long barreled, silenced pistols from out of their suits. Samson stood and drew Maria as well, working the slide back once and moving towards the door.

Sam arrived at the front door at the same moment as the android. The robot casually strode outside, Samson slid out and covered the rear of the crowd that had now gathered around something. He glanced back and saw Per laying on the ground, covered in blood and surrounded by bits of metal and cybernetics. Miss Mykonesic still clutched a cybernetic head in her hand.

She was a bouncer after all.

"A deep laceration that caused minor damage. The bullet is lodged in the skull, but urgent medical attention is required. Brain damage - minimal"
The android whirred out.

Though clinical, the robot's assessment calmed his nerves. She would live as long as she got to a hospital. Sure enough, the sound of sirens in the distance eventually reached the crowd. Per was taken away by the ambulance and the crowd gradually dispersed. Aseria and the majority of the other patrons returned inside the club. The android remained stock still outside though, like some kind of statue. Samson slid Maria back into his shoulder holster, a little disappointed that he hadn't gotten the chance to put the weapon through its paces.

Something weird was happening in this city. He could feel it in his bones. Only two or three years ago, this sort of thing would have been unheard of. No idiot would simply walk up to a bar and shoot the bouncer in the head. He had seen something like it happen only once, and the fool had been pumped with lead before he could reach the doorstep of the "Alley". He could claim that it was just the Yakuza's inadequacy, but that wouldn't be entirely true. The honor was being sucked out of this district. As more and more punks grew up, and the older generation passed away, things were getting out of hand.

He had a feeling something serious was about to happen.