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Neon Streets

Neon Streets

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In a futuristic city filled with corruption, everyone must decide for themselves who they are, what they stand for, and if they’ll let the system keep them down.

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Infinity City was a utopia once; every district and neighborhood had hope and a guaranteed future. Things changed as attitudes did. Corporations began to lobby, and over time have completely taken over the governing of the city. The poor become poorer, the rich richer, until the divides between them seemed as tall as the ever-growing skyline. It didn’t take long for Infinity to go from a utopia to a place where it seemed anything goes. The rich live up in their penthouse suits, lobbying money, blackmail and favors to control politics and keep those on the ground level under their thumbs. Crime rates tend to be high, trust is low, and there isn’t enough room for everyone. A little money can get you far, but where you go in life depends entirely on who you are, and who you know. When it comes down to it, it’s every man for himself here in Infinity.

Clean water has become almost a luxury in the past twenty years- it’s heavily rationed, and only the richest can afford more than what the government sets aside. The weather is harsh, the sun is hot, but there are members of society that live so far beneath the looming shadows of the skyscrapers that they hardly ever see the sun. There have been talks there, on the ground level of the city, of a revolution. They want to overthrow the corporations and overlords, remake society in their own image.

There have been rumors on the net, people reporting strange experiences. Tasting foods they weren’t eating, phantom smells, memories that belong to someone else. Someone out there is messing with neurotech, and there are security concerns. Of course, only anyone with money is being taken seriously at all, and the question of whether any lower members of society will even have their cases looked into remains.

Hate crimes against androids are at an all time high, they’re being blamed for many problems in society, most of which are most certainly not their fault. The authorities are reluctant to investigate: they’re not people, after all. They’re easy to replace, and don’t feel things the way humans do. There are some groups that argue that androids should be awarded basic human rights, but most tend to disagree.

Welcome to Infinity, you’ll fit right in.
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Image ImageMiles Caal - 32 - Oscar Isaac - nonconformingrole - #35404F
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While he now makes his money altering, customising, and bootlegging both personal tech and cybernetic implants, his life wasn’t always this way. Miles was born amidst opulence; his grandfather had created Caal Industries, a multi-billion dollar neurotech manufacturer. They fell from grace under his father’s management, when a competitor leaked that they had been selling untested, unregulated tech to consumers. They faced no real legal ramifications, thanks to an ability to throw money at the problem until it went away, but they lost the company and their place in society. Miles was only a toddler when this happened, and would never have known his family was anything but middle-class if not for his mother’s lamenting and his father’s reputation. He has been consistently judged by the sins of his father, and as life becomes harder for everyone but the rich, he is trying to make his own name, and his own reputation.
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Image ImageAstrid - Appears to be mid 20s - Lucy Boynton - nonconformingrole - #DC403B
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Astrid’s original function was as a nanny, but she very quickly proved to be a faulty model. She was perfect when they activated her, but the moment her owners synched her to the net, she began to learn to feel. Astrid spent three years with the family before they noticed that she was malfunctioning. She grew too attached to the children, and started to act as if she was their mother. Her warranty period was over, and the only way to fix her malfunctions would be a total system wipe, and by that point it would cost almost the same to buy a new android, one with features more suited to the children’s ages. She was an outdated model, anyway, so she was abandoned and left to fend for herself. Life on the streets is tough for androids: humans don’t tend to see them as people, robots don’t see them as machines. There’s no safety net in place for them, Astrid had to resort to picking up some shady jobs so she would have a place to stay.
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Image ImageCordelia Hallis - 26 - Barbara Palvin - mombie - #D89F98
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Cordelia Hallis, once a woman that prowled Infinity's underbelly with a strong sense of self-determination and revolution in her eyes, is no longer. After climbing the social ladder with the idea that she could help ruin the elite from within and help those left behind, she became a warped version of herself. While she believes that all she says and does is of her own free-will, those that never knew her growing up speculate that she may be an android. Loathed by the have-nots and the budding revolutionaries, she is a parroting mouthpiece for the rich that hope her story from rags to riches will turn the talks of revolution to dust. She is a star in a heavily scripted reality t.v. show to portray "normalcy" in high society , and her face is everywhere in the government-controlled news. Some know, however, that mind-altering drugs and nano-tech infused into her cosmetic procedures are part of the elite's cultish misuse of power over people. People that didn't know her as a child say she's a fake - her story, everything about her. Those that did, well, they know something is very wrong...
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Image ImageJames - Appears to be early 30s - Daniel Henney - mombie - #674843
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James was created as part of a trial to have androids on the police force. His original function was to enforce and protect within the minute letter of the law, no questions asked, no opinion. Whatever the Humans desired of him, they got. They had great success with this police force, saving countless human lives as they pushed the androids into the front lines of civil unrest. He is punishment and judgment, and like his cybernetic peers, he has no fear, no thought process, nothing - only a sense of duty and the law imprinted in the wires of his mechanical makeup. He's not questioning the world yet, but that could change soon.zzzz
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Image ImageFaith Walton - 24 - Halsey - partially-stars - #9f076d
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Faith's family was poor growing up, but it was a family full of love. When Faith had a serious accident when she was sixteen, her family was working every shift they could get to try and pay for the cybernetics and implants required to restore her mobility and hearing. And then an anonymous beneficiary paid for them all. In return, she trained and worked as a hacker for them. But when she showed a desire for independence, they punished her with visual and auditory disturbances. She managed to kick them out of her implants and develop new security, as well as exposing them and their manipulations. But now she works strictly from the shadows for fear of being found and punished. zzzz
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Image ImageSE-5984 "Essie" - Appears mid-to-late 20s - Lee Joo Young - rubytuesday - #9096ae
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SE-5984 was a part of the SE Corps, a unit of combatant androids designed for espionage and assassinations. She, like all the others in her 'batch,' was created with an ingrained purpose- a goal separate from personal feelings or opinions. Like most androids, she was created to follow orders, nothing more, nothing less. In the test phase, SE-5984 did not stand out in any way, and it was only when being faced with her first (and last) assassination mission that she revealed the unforgivable glitch in her system: empathy. Assigned to assassinate a reporter who had recently released an all-exposing expose, she malfunctioned for reasons she still does not understand, and saved the woman from the car wreck she had just implemented. Since then, with the reporter's help, she went off the grid in an attempt to escape her creator's, and grow to understand the empathy she inexplicably possesses. zz
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Image ImageEurydice "Yuri" Capra - 29 - Zoe Kravitz - rubytuesday - #a70000
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by the time Yuri was twenty, she was already well on her way to becoming a world-renowned journalist. As soon as she had developed the skills and name-power to do so, she abandoned the news network she worked for in favour of independent journalism, and dedicated the next decade of her life to exposing the dark underbelly of Infinity City. Her story government-funded organ harvesting affectively changed the laws surrounding government funding transparency, and forced the government to provide financial compensation to the hundreds affected. The most insidious of her exposes, however, is her most recent- a sex ring consisting of some of Infinity's most powerful figures, and involving both minors and biotechnological engineering previously thought impossible. The story led to an uproar, and may be the final straw in inciting the forewarned revolution. Yuri was consequently targeted in an assassination attempt, and would have died, if not for her assassin's sudden malfunction. However, she did not leave the scene unscathed, with many of her injuries, including a lost arm and leg, now replaced by cyberkinetic prosthetics.
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Image ImageHARLIE - appears mid 20s - Daisy Ridley - .euphoria. - #A46582
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Harlie U., short for Human Affection, Relations, Love, and Individual Engagement Unit, was once one of the most sought after prototype in the industry. Her original function was simple. To fulfill her owner's every last desire. She could love you like you've never been loved, cater to your every need, she would never leave and appeared as human and feeling as those around her without truly feeling anything. Only thriving for the satisfaction of whoever she belonged to. Everything about her could be modified to fit the desires of her owner. She would have made millions until it all came crumbling down. To humans, she blurred the line too much for comfort. Just like that she was tossed aside, sold off to an old billionaire as his companion of sorts. Until he died. He reprogrammed her to allow her to find a new owner. However, without the commands of a human, she has wandered the city occupying her time with the temporary affection and commands of anyone who could afford it. That was all she needed, all she craved. There's never been anything more she has been programmed to desire.
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Image ImageAngel Edwards - 25 - Matthew Daddario - partially-stars - #8a8890
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Angel's story is one of a rise and fall suited to his name. He joined the police force at 18, and quickly rose threw the ranks, proving himself to be one of the best officers the city had seen. Two years ago, he was trusted with an investigation into an attack on a highly important official. He succeeded... and exposed a conspiracy involving corruption throughout the police force. He was fired and disgraced, abandoned by the police force. Now, he works as a private investigator, taking whatever cases he can get.this just needs to be longer or it'll mess up the coding so here's some filler text
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Image ImageOzric Slade - 32 - Ryan Gosling - mjolnir - #093F3E
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Ozric didn’t have a life that was much to remember. He spent his childhood growing up on the streets, an orphan of the city, less than a sewer rat in the eyes of the corporations and wealthy that lived out of the shadows. Since a young age he had to do whatever he could to get by, befriending many of the abandoned and forgotten androids left to wonder aimlessly in vast junkyards stretching as far as the eye can see. Over the years he became a skilled mechanic and tinkerer, repairing and rehabilitating forsaken machines. With a small accumulation of wealth Ozric opened Emerald City in the dark recesses of the city. Here, androids worked for a wage, willingly, not servants. A place where the wealthy slunk away to at night for pleasures they hid from the world, where they dare not ask if someone was a human or android. And a place where information trading came with the highest reward. again, just want to make this longer for the sake of my code. :)
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Image ImageH.A.V.E.N. - Appears to be mid 20s - Mackenzie Davis - mjolnir - #AC945A
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Haven was an older model of android. She wasn’t created for a specific purpose like the maids, doctor or intimacy machines that plagued the streets of Infinity City. She was a blank slate able to be programmed however the purchaser desired… For an exorbitant amount of money, of course. A wanted crime lord, Ares , purchased Haven for his underground android fighting. And for over a decade, Haven was undefeated. But then upgrades and new programs could no longer outmatch newer models. When Ares saw no more value in Haven, she heard him rigging a fight that would end in her termination. In a flood of emotions that she never felt before, she attacked and killed him. Ares’ men managed to shut her down before she went havoc, but not before killing their leader. She was left to be torn to shreds in the arena and tossed into a landfill. That’s where Ozric found her and slowly, piece by piece, put her back together. As payment for her gratitude, Haven has since worked for him at Emerald City.[/color]
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Image ImageKylar Worthington - 22 - Brianna Hildebrand - wolf's bane109 - #800000
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Kylar was born into riches and wealth, but chose to join the military at a young age due to showing natural skill in combat and strategic endeavours. Rising through the ranks almost impossibly quickly, they quickly heard whispers of the darker side of the military and its otherwise nefarious plans that could risk the lives of everyone in Infinity City. After a recon mission setup by their superiors, they were left for dead as well as to believed better than dead. But little did the government know that was only the beginning of Kylar and their mission to bring down the corrupted military from the lower levels of the city. Waiting for a chance to expose them all for what they are, a bigger danger than anything Infinity has ever seen before. Slowly forming a small revolutionary group of both humans and androids as a second attempt at true freedom and equality. Something neither was ever truly given.
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Image ImageEzekiel 'Zeke' Cartwright - Appears to be 25 - Rami Malek - wolf's bane109 - #104291
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Zeke or Android #358595065, or simply known as Fives, was made for nothing besides being a care taker. He watched over an old and retired artist for as long as he can remember. This is where he was showed as much freedom and equality as it was permitted. Zeke was allowed to learn and know what it was like to be seen as an equal to humans, as his former owner Arthur viewed him as his son. But as time went on, Arthur's health slowly declined and after his passing, Ezekiel was sentenced to being reset and sent off to another family. But on his transport through the city, the convoy he and a few other androids was on was sabotaged and were let go to live or go wherever they wanted. Ezekiel chose to stay with the small band that let him be free and live a life as a supposed human. Now he lies and waits along with the others for their time to come to help expose the military for what its plans are for all that live in Infinity. But what could a former caregiver really do to help a revolutionary? He often considers if he should have been shipped off or not.
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Image ImageAgent Justin Case - Appears to mid 30s to early 40s - Karl Urban - R.T.M.X - #9040FF
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Every nation, every government, and every organization has its dark practices, and INFINITY CITY is no exception. Clad in a jet-black, para-militaristic combat suit, Agent Case is by far one of the more elusive operatives that the government entity known as THE AGENCY has been known to utilize for their FIREWALL Initiative. From digital wetwork to corporate warfare, Agent Case is one of the few living phantoms hiding in plain sight within this digital age.
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This rp, having been inspired by the Cyberpunk genre, is a bit bleak and dystopian. Having said, rp is supposed to be fun, and I want to keep it enjoyable for everyone, so if things get a little uncomfortable, please don’t keep it to yourself, I want to be able to help keep things engaging and comfortable and funky fresh. I encourage collaboration, friendships, rivalries, and even romance between characters, but do keep site rules in mind in all that you do.

Pop a reservation in the ooc! I promise not to bite! I’d like a character name, age, hex code, a short character synopsis, and a realistic face claim. Check out my characters if you need ideas on how to do that. From there I would love for you to submit a wip within 48 hours (even a blank character is fine!), and finish up your character within a week. I’m flexible, and I’m willing to work with you, but in order for me to do that you have to communicate with me. Characters can be as old as you’d like, but I would ask that all characters and face claims be over eighteen. Your character doesn’t strictly have to be human. Humans, androids, and even robots are fine so long as you can find an appropriate face claim. As far as tech goes, enhancements and cybernetic technology are commonplace, so use your imagination, and don’t be afraid to message me with questions! Feel free to use whatever character sheet you would like, but I do have one to give you an idea of what information I want.

I am personally very enthusiastic about posting, but I’m also patient. I would love regular activity from everyone, whatever that may look like. I would love to aim for at least weekly activity, but I also understand that life happens, and sometimes that’s impossible. I don’t expect my rp to be your life, but I am putting work into it, so I do expect some respect for my time. I am always willing to work with you, and am only ever a message away. I promise I’m a nice person, and I will understand.

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Welcome to Infinity, you’ll fit right in.

Infinity City

Infinity City by phosphene

Welcome to Infinity, you’ll fit right in.

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Character Portrait: Cordelia Hallis Character Portrait: H.A.V.E.N. Character Portrait: Faith Walton Character Portrait: Kylar Worthington Character Portrait: Ezekiel Cartwright Character Portrait: H.A.R.L.I.E Character Portrait: Miles Caal Character Portrait: Essie (SE-5984) Character Portrait: James Character Portrait: Angel Edwards Character Portrait: John Cross
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A hundred years of peace and prosperity in Infinity City. That’s what was being celebrated. Not everyone cared about the celebrations; the parade would be held on the upper streets and floating walkways, so over half of the population wouldn’t even be able to see it unless they tuned into the transmission. For most of the city, this was just another bank holiday. The words “peace and prosperity” just didn’t ring true to those at ground level, it was just another day to be reminded of all they didn’t have. At least it wasn’t raining.

The decorations had been up for weeks (well, closer to ground level they’d only bothered to reprogram some of the signage to indicate the big day), and they’d really pulled out all the stops. There was no way to miss it, with a reminder around every corner. There would be parties, television specials, the news would probably run a story about it, as if the whole thing wasn’t just an empty celebration.

Well, that’s how Miles felt, anyway.

He’d seen the worst and the best that Infinity had to offer, and he wasn’t particularly impressed. His family had been built up and held to unrealistic standards, once. Lived high above the city. He didn’t remember living up there, among the clouds, but he still got glimpses of it occasionally. His work was one of the worst-kept secrets in town, and he built tech for all sorts. Sometimes he thought that he would have liked to have grown up higher in the dizzying expanse of the city, he felt a little robbed of it. His father’s greed had stolen the life he may have had. He could still craft his tech, though. He loved creating, using technology to manipulate the way he could think and see, and even feel. He didn’t mind the extra money some people were willing to pay to buy it off the market, either. Some people had a hard time trusting that companies were actually following regulation, and Miles understood that. It was easier to get back at a single guy than a faceless corporation if your tech failed you.

Business carried on as usual, for Miles. When you work all alone, a day off is rare. Even more rare when the nature of your work requires that you constantly do more work or you’ll lose everything and end up right back where you started.

Maybe that was the paranoia talking.

Either way, he liked to keep himself busy. Busy hands, busy mind, not as much time to think about everything that could go wrong.

He was just finishing up with a client, he’d had to learn how to install neurotech out of necessity; turns out, people who bought back alley tech often didn’t have a safe way to install it. He hated doing it, but knowing how definitely made it easier for him to test his pieces (mostly on himself), so he didn’t complain.

He liked to keep the television (at this point, it was almost just called that out of tradition) going in the other room, it provided some background noise, and blocked out most of the sounds of his work. Everyone on the street knew what he did, but it kept the police out of his business, and that was most of what he cared about. After finishing up his install, he noticed a familiar voice from the other room. Cordelia Hallis was a familiar voice (and face) to most everyone in Infinity. Miles just couldn’t stand to hear, or see, her anymore. Not when he could help it. He’d have to remember to turn it off.

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The face of corporate success, a rise from nothingness, is broadcasting across the city in this time of celebration. Cordelia used to scoff at this parade; it was a spit in the face of everyone who was suffering. She used to run around with her friends throwing down explicit graffiti giving the Elite a big fat middle finger. Now she stands there in a fancy office; her face plastered across the tall buildings and her voice being played loudly. She was everywhere now, smiling and standing side by side with her husband. She had become the very thing she used to loathe as an adolescent.

Her bright red lips spread wide in a smile - one that is practiced and rehearsed, fake and lacking sincerity. "On behalf of all of us," she began, and us had a sinister tone to it. It meant the Corporations, and they were more wicked than the government. More feared. Less trusted. "we will be donating half a million dollars to the Infinity Relief Organization for Needy Families." She stood there, her fingers steepled at the lap of soft rosy dress, looking like perfection - like a really creepy Stepford wife.

Her husband had his right hand at the small of her back, allowing her to speak "freely" because that's what she thought she was - free. For all she knew, these words were her words and she meant every one of them. To those that knew her before, she sounded like something warped and robotic. To those that never knew her, she's just a tool. A pretty face with a background that "inspired" hope. It worked, too, for some people. Young girls imitated her, and she was extremely popular among young girls and young women that needed to know that they could get out of their situation if they tried. But, of course, there are those that she couldn't fool. They could see easily through her facade that she is a charlatan, and her very face sparks conspiracy theories of mind control and Corporation control and brainwashing over Infinity.

She looked into the camera, her lips smiling and her voice warm and gentle, "We sincerely hope that we can help people just as it once helped me so long ago. With all of us working together, we can build a better Infinity. We can help each other. We can lift each other up in these times of hardship." She passes a glance over at her husband, a smile and brief kiss, just to show that they were a normal, loving couple.

Then the words that so many dreaded to hear left her lips. They were haunting, and so many things could be dwelling beneath the depths of each uttered syllable. They could mean anything. They could mean nothing. Yet, when she says them her head sort of tilts, and her smile grows a little wider. There is always just this second where her eyes blink a little more quickly, and her smile flinches. Most people don't catch these things at all, but some do. They are glitches in the nano-tech, and it usually meant that it was time for another dose of brainwashing. "Remember boys and girls, the corporations are here to help you."

The camera trains on her, and for a few seconds, she blinks and closes her eyes - blinks and closes them. It seems to have a sequence.

blink close open blink a half a second passes, close open close open close another half a second blink close open blink. S.O.S.

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Character Portrait: Faith Walton Character Portrait: Kylar Worthington Character Portrait: Angel Edwards
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FAITH WALTON
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outfit : herex|xhex: #9f076d
xxxoh grab this loaded gun
xxxso hopeless but I'm still a romantic
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xxxand I bet it tastes like me, yeah
One hundred years of peace and prosperity was a lie, and they all knew it. Faith knew it as much as anyone else. She lived in the dirty underbelly of the city, the side that nobody would dare to go to look for her for fear the filth would rub off on them. Here, there was a sense of community, but also a sense of fear, a sense of constant need. Any excess she had went to the families who lived around her, the ones that could barely afford to feed the kids and the parents went hungry.

And so Faith refused to even acknowledge the parade. It was the same every year. But as she stepped out into the streets, pulling the cloth off her hovercycle, it was still being broadcast so she couldn't ignore it. And then she came on. The face of the corporations herself. Cordelia Hallis, modified beyond the point of looking human. She spoke so sweetly about how the corporations could really help them all. Faith snorted as she pulled her helmet on, Cordelia's sickeningly sweet voice radiating out and declaring that they were donating money to help those in need. Sure, in return for their souls. At one point, Faith had been forced to choose between the life she had now and a life working for the corporations, a life where she would see the sun. As she glanced up at the woman on the screens. No nice job, no security, no promises of the best and the newest tech to help her do her job, could force her to work for them.

There was freedom in these streets. Despite the parade, life went on. Faith had gotten word about a race. She knew that every race had equal potential to be a set-up by the cops to try and bust the racing rings, but the chase of getting away was as adrenaline inducing as the race itself. What was more exciting than a race for your life?



ANGEL EDWARDS
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Sometimes, his job was boring, monotonous, affair after affair after petty grudge. It made him question why the hell he was doing it. This wasn't making a difference to people's lives, not really. Sometimes he felt like he was just making things worse, just making people more miserable.

And then there were days like today. He knew that nothing could come of it, not without serious repercussions for all involved. But proving to a mother that her son hadn't been dealing drugs, that he'd been wrongfully killed... it brought a mother peace. They couldn't press charges or bring this to the cops. Angel didn't want that type of attention, and even if his contract included an anonymity clause, he knew that he would be tracked down without anyone having to say anything. But she knew her son was innocent and she could rest easy. These were the cases that made it all worth doing.

She insisted on giving him dinner before he left, saying he was far too skinny and "needed a good hot meal in him". This meant he was not only subjected to more of the parade than he usually would, but also he was later leaving than he wanted to be. He called Kylar as he left. "It's me. Sorry, client decided I needed feeding and I couldn't escape. So... Are we doing this?" He asked, keeping his voice low. He wasn't totally sure what this was but trusted Ky. As per usual, his main focus had been on his day job, and he trusted their plans wouldn't involve either of them getting killed. It was always a risk, of course, but one they tried to minimise.

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Human-Cyborg // Attire & Mask // Hex: #800000

Oops I did it again, I
Forgot what I was losing my mind about
I only wrote this down to make you press rewind
And send a message, "I was young and a menace"
Young, young, young and a menace


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The ever droling sound of speeder cars and electro-trains buzzed about the city from above as life on the top floors flourished, while the sound of remote silence and never-ending and echoing footsteps came from below. The lower levels were an utter scum filled infestation of crime, violence, and revulsion. Something about that was as perfect of a place as any to set up multiple sanctions around the lower levels of Infinity. Least place the law enforcement would really want to go, as the further they went, the worse things got. Might as well use it to your advantage if people think you're dead, and stopped hunting you down for the first time in months. A figure sat along the railing of one of the middle levels as they looked up at the broadcast that was taking place. Cordelia fucking Hallis, in the god damn flesh, well, whatever remained of it anyway. Just the sight of that woman made their stomach turn, as well as always bring a yawn of borden to Kylar. If there was anyone else that they hated more than the military, it was Cordelia. Well, maybe hate was too harsh a word. Kylar sure had their grudges and distaste for plenty of people, Cordelia being one, it was more so of annoyance due to her very clear vocal opinion about the Revolution.

Something about the woman never sat well with them, and it has only been since has gone on, that Kylar has grown to have their own suspicions about the woman that married into the Elite. How is it that someone that came from nothing, became what she is now? Now wasn't the time to dwell on that. The figure shook their head as they slowly got to their feet, still standing on the metal railing with ease. Hands in their pockets as they looked around their surroundings.

"Remember boys and girls, the corporations are here to help you." the voice seemed to boom into their ears from above.

Kylar glared, studying the screen. Something didn't exactly seem right before the screen cut off from the broadcast. The way Cordelia seemed to act was, somewhat out of characteristic for her. Not that she had many character to begin with, but Kylar couldn't help but feel like it was odd. But they couldn't dwell on that now. They had their own job to do. The sound of a small beep alerted to them on an incoming call on their comlink. Pressing a small button on their wrist, it automatically connected to the small earpiece that they had. "Oh so now you decided to call me, huh? And to think, you just missed Cordelia's broadcast as well. Shame." Kylar quickly rattled off. Jumping off of the railing and into the main part of the small catwalk that they were on, "And as if you even had to ask if me if we were doing this. Of course we are. But first, I have a little surprise for the people above. Check it." Kylar said with a grin.

Kylar turned back to the direction of which the screen that had the broadcast not moments ago, pressing a few buttons on their wrist, four small drones seemed to appear out of nowhere. Slowly making their way to the screen, quickly deploying what first seemed like a gas or smoke across the screens. Which quickly turned and formed into a projected image, as thousands of mico-nanobots came together. Projected, in a large bold font was simply one word for all to see.

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A grin formed on their face, one way to piss off a whole group of people, proceed to vandalize and spread propaganda. Fight fire with fire, was slowly how things were beginning to go. As much as Ky may not have liked it, if the humans wanted to start something, then let them come across some anarchy. Even if it was more of a petty move than outright sign of violence, for now it would do. Looking back at the small hologram of Angel, Ky gave a small salute. "Up to you now, partner. I shall be catching you later." Kylar said with a chuckle, knowing full well what Angel's next question was going to be. "I got a race to get to, don't you remember? You're a big guy that can take care of your end of things here. I have that much faith in you to not mess things up. So, goodluck, buddy! Tell me how things go when you're finished!" Ky said as they quickly disconnected the call, not giving Angel much time to argue.

Looking back, they gave a large figure who was dressed in a full-body suit of armor a smile, "Don't go giving me that look. Okay? I did my part here. Besides, these races don't take forever like they used to. I'll be back at the hangout before you even begin to miss me. So, deuces!" Ky said as they gave the android a salute, and quickly dove off the side of the railing and down below. A medium-sized hoverboard was quickly deployed from what seemed like a small cube-shaped object, and Kylar landed on it with ease, quickly regaining their balance. They needed to get to the race quickly, taking the back ends of the lower levels and sticking to the less crowded places.







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And as far as the time, far as the time
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Hours of relative peace and quiet were something he had originally planned on and wanted for the day. At least today. That was it. But he found himself being fulled away as Kylar wanted Fives to accompany them, for whatever reason. Was wanting to be left alone in peace for one day too much to ask? With a contemplated sigh, Ezekiel found himself getting dressed into the armor that Kylar profusely suggested he wear whenever they went out. It helped make him look tough and scary, Ky told him. But he knew the real reason. Ezekiel was by no means intimidating or scary on his own. And if they came across any sign of trouble, they'd be easy targets. But with the armor he was given, it helped to give him somewhat of an uphand with the intimidation factor, something the android couldn't say wasn't nice to have.

An hour later he found himself and Kylar standing in the shadows of some of the lower levels, simply standing out of sight as they watched the broadcast come on. Ezekiel had no disdain or distaste for Cordelia, if anything, he felt sorry for her. Or what he assumed sadness and pity felt like. He wasn't exactly sure why, but whenever he saw her face, he couldn't help but feel a bit of guilt. Even though he had nothing to do what happened to her, seeing what became of her was, saddening to say the least. She wasn't even fully a human anymore, that much was obvious, and no matter how much the others told him to forget about it, he couldn't fully let it go.

Silently he stood a few feet away from Kylar, hands clasped neatly and tightly behind his back as he stood. Simply watching everything take place around him. The armor he wore always made him feel much smaller than he was, as well as somewhat claustrophobic, as he never did do well with tight spaces. but with the modifications Ky made to the suit, he couldn't entirely complain. It wasn't as tight as it was last time, and managed to be more breathable, something he appreciated. One thing he did always take note of from Kylar, whenever someone made a comment on something being too uncomfortable or tight, or not fitting right, without a word the person would find whatever the issue was would be fixed. Never vocally having to say they made changes or had worked on something to fit their needs. Zeke knew it was Ky's way of showing that they heard and listened, and in a way, cared. Even if they never said it out loud, for those that knew them, it was one of the small things that reminded others that Ky was indeed still human. Just had plenty of walls keeping themselves guarded.

Ezekiel was shaken out of his thoughts when Kylar spoke up, clearly talking to Angel about their plans, and watched as holographic images were yet again spread across the main square in the upper levels for all to see. Shaking his head, he guessed it was better than acting out in outright violence, like causing explosions or actual terrorist attacks like the Corporations and Military tried saying and equating them to. Ezekiel blinked when the conversation between Ky and Angel came to a rather abrupt end. Cocking his head to the side when Ky told him not to look at them like that, and that they wouldn't be back too late. "But Ky wait I-" was all the android was able to get out before Kylar jumped off the railing and fell down below. Taking off like a bullet on one of their hoverboards. The android sighed, shaking his head once more as he was now left alone, in the middle of the city. He'd have to make his way back to their main place of operations, and it was sadly a long walk from where he was now left alone. "Didn't even have the common decency to give me a ride back home?" the android muttered to himself as he turned and began to make his way back to the apartment. He didn't even want to come outside today, yet here he was. Now left alone to his thoughts. Fantastic.

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the parade was not something Yuri had wanted to attend- she saw little reason to celebrate, and the elaborate and expensive nature of the celebrations only sought to reestablish a clear financial gap. The government could afford to spend millions of dollars on elaborate lightworks and performances- less so on tackling their precious city's rampant poverty. It was insincere, and the falseness of the event tasted like salt on her tongue.

but she had to be here, if not for herself, then for what she stood for. It was the most highly televised event since her 'accident,' and since then, she had become something of a symbol. She was a whistle blower, the whistleblower. But more importantly to the people of Infinity, she was a sign of failure. A voice that the Powers That Be had unsuccessfully attempted to smother in fire and blood. Most targets went silently, but her miraculous survival had prompted rumours and hearsays, most of which miraculously pointed in the right direction. Her tragic accident had become an unconfirmed assassination attempt, and now there was little They could do, else prove the conspiracy theorists correct.

and so she stood in the crowd, strong of stance and expression, leaning into the discomfort of curious eyes. She was used to fame, but it was different now. Danger had never really registered with her before- but now she could seldom sleep without remembering the smell of her own flesh burning black.

the presence of Essie beside her was ironically comforting, considering the android's role in her trauma. Perhaps it was Essie's curiosity that softened the tension of the parade, or maybe Yuri simply felt safer knowing that the planet's most affective combatant droid was acting as her volunteer bodyguard.

maybe both.

On behalf of all of us, we will be donating half a million dollars to the Infinity Relief Organization for Needy Families."

the familiar voice brought her back to centre, and she looked up at the screens, and the woman present on them, with a sombre expression. She looked so different, it was hard to recognise her now. Every rough edge had been sanded to smooth, every mar erased from existence. She looked like a doll, but she played like a puppet, spouting government-friendly soundbites, and disingenuous conciliations.

even her eyes were completely-

blink

Yuri paused, stepping toward the screen, watching with intent.

"Essie, did you catch that?"

"The speech? It's recorded in my memory bank, yes. However, considering it's propagandist nature I wouldn't recommend-"

"Not the speech, her face- her blinking, I mean."

"No, sorry, I was distracted by the attempted indoctrination- a moment, please." As Yuri's gaze remained locked on her old friend, Cordelia Hallis, Essie's glazed over for just a second. Indiscernible to any onlooker, she searched through her recent memories, replaying the speech's conclusion.

"It seems she was blinking in code. Morse, presumably. She said-"

"S.O.S." Yuri's voice was a whisper, her head rife with contradicting emotions. Relief washed over all the rest; after all these years, her friend was still in there.

"We have to get her out of there. I don't know how, but we have to."

Essie had no opportunity to respond, any reply she may have had was drowned out by gasps and screams, and nanobots collected at the stage, and words formed, red and bright: Menace.

People had begun to panic at the sight, but Essie remained seemingly unaffected by the drama, her gaze hooked to the stage where Cordelia still stood. She looked to Yuri.

"She needs us to 'save her soul,' yes?" "Huh?" Yuri blinked, disarmed by the sudden turn of events, and Essie responded with a resolute smile, "Then I shall."

She took off towards Cordelia, moving through the crowd like a dancer, all smoothness and grace. The woman's blinking replayed over and over in her memory bank, and had done so since it was first drawn to her attention.

Save our souls. As an android, she didn't have a soul of her own, but she was eager nonetheless, to see what one looked like.

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Even down in the slums, the noise of the parade echoed throughout the alleys. It was a celebration that no one on these lower streets cared to celebrate. One hundred years of what? A corrupt city ran by corporate overlords. You'd think they would get used to the sound, the propaganda posted on every screen and holo from the slums to the clouds. Every broadcast showed the celebration. There was no way to avoid it unless you were deaf and blind. Unfortunately, she wasn't.

Emerald City was empty. Sure, the music still played and lights pulsed. But the seats were empty. No one lingered by the bar or lounged around the stage. The occasional android would wonder past, disappearing into the back. Haven stood next to the door like a sentinel, her arms crossed over her chest, her body an inch from the wall.

Somehow the pomp and circumstance still managed to be heard over the electronic music that buzzed on the speakers. She managed to tolerate the bombardment of noise for nearly a half an hour before she finally walked over to the DJ booth and turned down the music. Could androids get headaches? Haven wasn't sure, but what she's heard of them, she didn't care to find out. She had no control over the proceedings up above them but the volume of the music was within her power.

With the music a dull roar, the television mounted above the bar caught her attention. Before then, she hadn't noticed that it ever had the volume on in the first place. No one could ever tell when the music was so loud you nearly had to shout in your companions' ears to hold a conversation. Broadcasting on the screen was the same thing that repeated throughout the streets, subtle echoes could be heard between the celebration and the recording before her.

Front and center for the entirety of Infinity City to see was Cordelia Hallis. "On behalf of all of us." The speech began. Haven slowly approached the bar as she watched, resting her forearms on the edge of the counter. "We will be donating half a million dollars to the Infinity Relief Organization for Needy Families."

Ozric slowly came through the door that lead to the back with a holo-pad in his hand, scanning through a list of black market parts looking for something to aid the most recent android to join them. He had mastered the art of deafening himself to the noises of the city. He knew about the celebration going on, the city made sure no one forgot about it. But that didn't mean he had to celebrate. Oz had zero intentions of paying attention to it or the broadcast until the slight sound of Haven's voice caused him to look up. "What?" he asked, not hearing her clearly the first time.

"Do you believe they mean it?" Haven reiterated as she pointed at the broadcast.

He let out a soft sigh as he diverted towards her, stepping up to the bar and setting the holo-pad down on the counter. It didn't seem Oz was going to be able to avoid it this year. He hesitated a moment before looking up at the screen, seeing Cordelia dressed like a doll before the city.

"We sincerely hope that we can help people just as it once helped me so long ago. With all of us working together, we can build a better Infinity. We can help each other. We can lift each other up in these times of hardship."

Ozric managed to chuckle and shake his head as the words left her forced lips to echo throughout the city. "I spent my whole life on these streets and I've not received a penny of 'Infinity's help,'" he mocked.

Haven's brows furrowed slightly. "Is that a no?" she asked. Although her sentience fooled many humans, in some aspects she was still so naive. Sarcasm or evading direct answers still didn't quite register with her sometimes. But Ozric was patient, with her and all the others.

He grabbed his holo-pad before turning around to face her. "No. That money will be funneled down through the corporations until it runs dry. I doubt it'd even stretch halfway to the slums."

Oz gentled patted her shoulder before he turned away. As he walked toward the backroom, Haven returned her gaze to the television as Cordelia finished her speech. "Remember boys and girls, the corporations are here to help you."

As he descended the steps, he shook his head at the closing words. "Boys and girls... They don't even see as equals. We're fucking children," Ozric mumbled under his breath.

"You know her?" Haven turned toward him as he walked away. She wasn't an interrogation droid, but she spent enough time around people to read their body language, at least moderately.

His footsteps slowed until Ozric came to a full stop a few feet before the door. He didn't turn to look at Haven as he responded, maybe part of it was because he knew she'd be able to read him if she saw his face. "... I used to."

"Does it pain you to know that she has been brainwashed? Haven asked plainly. To her eyes it was obvious. It seemed that anyone should have been noticing how the way she acted was bizarre for a human. If an android did that, she wouldn't have thought twice. But to the best of her knowledge, Cordelia was, in fact, human.

It was then that Ozric slowly glanced over his shoulder toward her. Although he didn't say anything, his face showed slight confusion and even a bit surprised. "If she is, then it's her own doing."

Haven lightly tapped her fingers on the bar before she started back towards her post. "Then I gather that her signaling S.O.S. does not concern you?"

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Infinity was a rough place for a lone android, though Astrid had personally found that the further down you went, the less people noticed you. Maybe because they felt like the rich looked down on them as lesser. They felt less human than those living up in their ivory towers… Or, at least, they felt like the rich thought of them as less human. Astrid wasn’t presumptuous enough to suggest this to any of the people she encountered (and she, like most androids, was programmed to be non offensive; so even if she was presumptuous, she couldn’t suggest it), but a part of her felt like she was right. Still, humans were so very sensitive on matters of their own humanity. As if the very thing that makes humans, well, humans, could be changed.

Astrid was, once again, all on her own. She’d been recently picked up by a less than gentle gentleman, but he and his friends quickly dumped her back on the streets when they realized that she didn’t possess the anatomy they had wanted her for. Before that, she’d lived with an elderly woman. That had been one of the better places she could remember. Astrid knew she had good memories, once, but they were gone now.

Now she stood, watching a broadcast of Cordelia Hallis. Most of the people on the lower portions of the city weren’t taking much time out of their day to listen; the broadcasts always seemed to be much of the same. ’Trust us,’ they said,’ we only want to do what’s best for you.’ Astrid supposed that could be true, but scanning the faces of the people around her, she saw mostly anxiety, fear, anger. Humans wore emotions on their faces so clearly. Or maybe it was her programming. She didn’t muse on it for long, there were other things to be worried about. Mrs. Hallis’ strange behavior, for starters. Astrid wasn’t convinced that the woman wasn’t an android (and there was plenty of gossip that seemed to indicate that others agreed with her), and if that was the case, maybe she was due for an update.

From where she stood, Cordelia’s words seemed to spark anger in the people, but Astrid thought it seemed like she believed them. Like those words were genuine. Besides, Astrid wanted to watch the parade. There was some ghost of a memory, something there that reminded her that someone she’d once cared for like parades. So she supposed she liked them, too.

A small commotion started to rise up. Some vandalism had occurred, painting a single word on the largest screen in this part of the city. ‘Menace.’ Astrid wasn’t sure what that was supposed to mean, but the people in the crowd certainly did. It started in murmurings, and slowly began to build up to yelling and shouting. It struck Astrid that this likely wasn’t part of the day’s festivities, and she decided it was time for her to go. Or, it would have been, had she not been caught in the crowd. She was being pushed around rather effectively, and her programming was forbidding her from pushing back, or doing much else besides stand there and let herself be all but trampled as people hurried forwards to get a better view. “I’m sorry,” Astrid said, voice calm and pleasant, as people ran into her, shoved her aside, “Pardon me, I-” She turned as she was pushed into someone else, “I apologize, my intentions were not to-” Again, she was pushed aside, this time with just enough force to send her to the ground. She heard someone complain about the uselessness of androids, how they only got in the way in these situations. She was in the way, wasn’t she? “Sorry…”

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Astrid knew she needed to get out of the way, people were still bumping into her left and right; some were leaving, others were trying to get a better look at one thing or another. It was overwhelming, trying to pinpoint an opening so she could just get out of everyone’s way. She was always causing problems, wasn’t she? Maybe that’s why everyone sends me away.

She had just found a way, and just needed a moment to get through, when it happened. There was a loud boom, and a lot of screaming. Suddenly, all she seemed to be able to process was the fear of everyone around her. She quickly looked around: people were running away, now. Maybe back home. Maybe just as far away as they could get. There was another explosion. It wasn’t safe here, was it? She needed to go, but the fear everyone felt… It was just her programming, but she felt the intense need to protect the humans around. They were frightened, and it was only getting worse with every passing moment.

She didn’t know if it was being broadcast over the speakers, or just in her mind, but she heard an overwhelming chorus of, “Stay calm. We have everything under control.” It didn’t look like everything was under control, but Astrid knew that was what they always said. If the powers that be couldn’t control a situation, they’d lose control of everything. Still, in control or not, there wasn’t anything Astrid could do. She wasn’t well-suited to crisis situations; she was a domestic droid.

Astrid caught sight of a little girl, presumably separated from her family, and all thoughts of retreating to the relative safety of the seedy underbelly of the city left her mind. Suddenly the only thing that felt right was helping the child. Caring for children was what she was programmed for, after all.

Then there were more people, who Astrid only recognised as being associates of the Alpire Corporation. What did they manufacturer? Weapons? They had arrived very quickly, Astrid thought, and immediately started cordoning off areas, ushering people away and to different places of the city. “Don’t worry,” They said, “We’re here to help you.” Maybe they’d been hired as private security.

There was some sort of weapon fire from somewhere above. Astrid couldn’t place it, but the Alpire Corp representatives certainly used the moment to keep corralling people along. Keeping order, it seemed, was the top priority.

Astrid was getting swept along with the crowd, weapons were still firing from, what sounded like, all directions. “Where are we going?”

“Don’t worry, ma’am,” Astrid could hardly tell if the person in question was a human under all of their armor. “There's a warehouse nearby where-” Then the person in question seemed to realize that Astrid was an android, “We don’t have the space for androids.”

A gesture was all it took to seal her fate, it seemed. Astrid was grabbed from behind, and deposited back into the middle of the square, to fend for herself. Something strong that she didn’t quite understand filled her, and she felt quite resigned to whatever was in store for her. She didn’t have anywhere to go, not really, so she figured that she would probably be shot down and then tossed on a scrap heap somewhere. She wasn’t just going to stand around, though. Maybe she could get lucky, find some place to hide… At least until this blew over. It couldn’t last forever.







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Even as Miles went to switch off the broadcast, it cut to a shot of the crowd on the ground. The city’s government loved to show off how well everyone got along when it suited them. Sometimes the news organizations played along, and some played nicer than others. Normally he wouldn’t care, if not for the fact that the crowd seemed to be pretty worked up. Surely that wasn’t the image Infinity City officials wanted to broadcast. The first explosion went off right before they cut the footage to some pre-recorded message of peace and prosperity, though that was quickly cut to make way for the coverage of the terrorist attack on the upper levels of the city. On the day they were meant to celebrate one hundred years of peace, no less.

Miles switched off the broadcast; he could hear the screaming and subsequent detonations over the gentle hum of the lights. Even so far beneath it all. It was quiet, and Miles couldn’t fully be sure if he was really hearing the commotion, or if someone nearby just had their television up too loud.. Subtle green lights raced along his veins, visible from just below his skin: the lights flashed yellow. He was distressed. It was strange, if he hadn’t known better, he may have said he didn’t recognise what he was feeling until then. But what was he meant to do in a situation like this? He supposed most people would be shutting themselves in their homes, which seemed like a reasonable response.

He elected to swing open his front door. There was chaos everywhere, people were running out and away from the center of the city. Did Miles know any of the people running past? Did it matter? Of course it mattered. He would let a friend take up shelter inside if they needed it.

Did he have any friends left?

He did. He knew he did. He had to.

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H.A.R.L.I.E

"The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well."

Character Portrait: Yuri Capra
Yuri Capra

"i'm still alive- and i want that to mean something."

Character Portrait: Essie (SE-5984)
Essie (SE-5984)

"there are worse things than being broken"

Character Portrait: Ozric Slade
Ozric Slade

The Wizard of Oz

Character Portrait: H.A.V.E.N.
H.A.V.E.N.

Humanoid Autonomous Versatile Electrical Network

Character Portrait: Angel Edwards
Angel Edwards

"everyone thinks they've got the answer, the silver laser that promises they'll be happy forever."

Character Portrait: Faith Walton
Faith Walton

"do you make stuff happen? or do you let stuff happen?"

Character Portrait: Astrid
Astrid

There is very little kindness left on these streets...

Character Portrait: Miles Caal
Miles Caal

It's still magic even if you know how it's done.

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Character Portrait: John Cross
John Cross

"Is that your reflection staring back? Be care in the future, this mirror's black."

Character Portrait: Miles Caal
Miles Caal

It's still magic even if you know how it's done.

Character Portrait: H.A.V.E.N.
H.A.V.E.N.

Humanoid Autonomous Versatile Electrical Network

Character Portrait: Astrid
Astrid

There is very little kindness left on these streets...

Character Portrait: Cordelia Hallis
Cordelia Hallis

The corporations helped me. They can help you, too. I'm happy. Trust me.

Character Portrait: James
James

The law is never wrong. {WIP}

Character Portrait: Ozric Slade
Ozric Slade

The Wizard of Oz

Character Portrait: Faith Walton
Faith Walton

"do you make stuff happen? or do you let stuff happen?"

Character Portrait: Angel Edwards
Angel Edwards

"everyone thinks they've got the answer, the silver laser that promises they'll be happy forever."

Character Portrait: H.A.R.L.I.E
H.A.R.L.I.E

"The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well."

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Character Portrait: Faith Walton
Faith Walton

"do you make stuff happen? or do you let stuff happen?"

Character Portrait: Ozric Slade
Ozric Slade

The Wizard of Oz

Character Portrait: Astrid
Astrid

There is very little kindness left on these streets...

Character Portrait: John Cross
John Cross

"Is that your reflection staring back? Be care in the future, this mirror's black."

Character Portrait: Yuri Capra
Yuri Capra

"i'm still alive- and i want that to mean something."

Character Portrait: H.A.V.E.N.
H.A.V.E.N.

Humanoid Autonomous Versatile Electrical Network

Character Portrait: Cordelia Hallis
Cordelia Hallis

The corporations helped me. They can help you, too. I'm happy. Trust me.

Character Portrait: Essie (SE-5984)
Essie (SE-5984)

"there are worse things than being broken"

Character Portrait: James
James

The law is never wrong. {WIP}

Character Portrait: Miles Caal
Miles Caal

It's still magic even if you know how it's done.


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