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Faith Walton

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

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a character in “Neon Streets”, as played by partially-stars

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"do you make stuff happen? or do you let stuff happen?"
just paste the quote here tbh- justin young

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i d e n t i t y
xxxxx|| Name || Faith Jane Walton
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xxxxx|| Nicknames || Fay, Prometheus
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xxxxx|| Gender || Female
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xxxxx|| Age || 24
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xxxxx|| Birthday || September 23
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xxxxx|| Sexuality || Pansexual
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xxxxx|| Composition || Human with cybernetic implants
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xxxxx|| Height || 5'5"
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xxxxx|| Weight || 124lb
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xxxxx|| Hair Color || Blue (naturally dark brown)
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xxxxx|| Eye Color || Brown
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xxxxx|| Identifying Features || Her hair is perhaps her most distinctive feature. Besides that, though, she has a tattoo of a rose on her right shoulder and two overlapping band-aids just above her left knee. She also has a long scar running down her spine, and beneath her hair, on the right side of her head, is a slightly raised scar.
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xxxxx|| Description || Faith is the type of person that would stick in your head after seeing her once. Her long, blue hair is the first thing people notice about her, but then it's that face, with it's striking cheekbones and strong chin. Her eyes are big and brown, and are harsher and colder than one initially expects. She usually is found to be wearing makeup of some kind, usually to emphasize her features without overpowering them. She usually combines tight, figure hugging clothes with loose, baggy layers to try and emphasize her hourglass figure.
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Faith mightn't have had much growing up, but she had a loving family that instilled their core values in her. She's fiercely loyal to those she calls her friends, but she also only calls them her friend if she knows they'll have her back as readily as she has hers. She can sometimes appear harsh or cold until you've proven she can trust you, and if you break her trust once, it takes a lot to regain it. Her family lived at the bottom of society and the weariness was necessary for survival at times. And now more than ever, Faith needs to trust the people around her not to betray her.

She has a wicked tongue, and sarcasm and insults are her defense mechanism for when she's hurt. She doesn't believe in shrinking herself down to fit a mold given to her. She's intelligent and isn't afraid to show it. If someone is making her uncomfortable, she'll say so, and she's not afraid to point it out if she can see someone is making someone else more uncomfortable- all while focusing the attention on herself as to not make things worse for them. She can throw a mean left hook and knows how to leave a potential attacker begging for mercy. All her life, she's had to fight for the space she occupies.

Part of the reason Faith was so drawn and accepting of hacking was because it gives her power. In a world where technology defines their world, being able to ruin and control that tech is the ultimate power. For the most part, she just steals people's money and gives it to the less fortunate, a digital Robin Hood. But she's also played a key role in exposing a handful of scandals by obtaining sensitive information... for a fee. For so long, she was someone who was little more than invisible. Now, she has true power, and she loves it.

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xxxxx|| Likes || the colour blue - fun coloured food - feeling powerful - red wine - hacking - proving people wrong - sour candy
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xxxxx|| Dislikes || people trying to intimidate her - coffee - beer - wearing rings - overly processed food - people making assumptions about her - people who intimidate to get what they want
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xxxxx|| Fears || More than anything, she fears losing her cybernetics. She doesn't want to go back to being deaf and partially blind, unable to move below the waist. She's also terrified of heights, and the thought of living up in the heights of the skyscrapers makes her vaguely dizzy just at the thought.
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xxxxx|| Secrets || The exposure of her identity as Prometheus would put her life at risk. Revealing the fact that she has cybernetic implants puts her at risk of being hacked, and so she doesn't tell anyone. Despite the fact it's what nearly killed her once before, she still occasionally takes part in illegal hovercycle racing.
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xxxxx|| Abilities || For the most part, Faith's cybernetic implants are merely acting in place of her normal biological functions. She is, however, slightly more flexible in her torso thanks to her repaired and enhanced spine and can carry slightly more weight than a normal human of her build. Her vision and hearing are both slightly enhanced but not enough to be immediately noticeable.
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xxxxx|| Talents || She's built some of her own tech to help in her hacking and has learned to build from only the slightest scraps. She's an extremely talented hacker and has built up a considerable reputation in certain circles. She also is a good cook.
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xxxxx|| Strengths || She's a talented hacker. She's extremely loyal, and she will always stand up for the underdog. She can and will fight to defend herself or anyone who needs it.
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xxxxx|| Weaknesses || If her tech fails, she's deaf and partially blind, as well as unable to move below the waist. She's stubborn and doesn't trust easily. She sometimes values power over the right thing to do.

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h i s t o r y

Faith's family didn't have much, and everything they did have, they had to fight for and had to fight to keep. They mightn't have been the most obviously affectionate family, but they all knew they were deeply loved. They showed it in the way they worked so hard to give them everything they had, they showed it in the way they trusted each other and always seemed to have each other's back. Faith's sister taught her to fight, and her brother taught what he knew about hovercycle racing, while their parents turned a blind eye. They stood up for each other when they needed it, and always, always had each other's back.

So when Faith had a nasty accident in a hovercycle race, her family pulled together. They did whatever they could to try and earn money to pay for the cybernetics required to repair her body. But it would have taken them at least a year, if not more. So when an anonymous beneficiary offered to pay for them, they accepted without ever asking a question. They expected to be contacted after the surgery- but instead, it was Faith herself who was contacted through her cybernetics. They needed a hacker, and her reputation and the manner of her accident had drawn them to her.

So they trained her as a hacker. At first, she loved it, doing whatever task they requested. But when she started to use her skills for jobs other than for just their tasks, they got angry and started messing with her implants. Strange voices. Visual disturbances. Faith knew exactly what they were doing, and fought back. He found a way of hacking her own implants and forcibly kicking them out, and installed even stronger security to prevent it happening again.

But that wasn't enough. She managed to trace the source back to her anonymous beneficiary, and discovered who they were. She did a bit of research, got the information she needed, and exposed them for hacking cybernetics. Even if they had only ever targeted the lower of society, the higher ranks were afraid of similar accusations and they lost a number of business ventures. And Faith disappeared into the shadows, becoming known only as Prometheus.


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writer: partially-stardust - fc: halsey - hex code: #9f076d


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So begins...

Faith Walton's Story

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Character Portrait: Cordelia Hallis Character Portrait: James Character Portrait: Miles Caal Character Portrait: Faith Walton Character Portrait: Angel Edwards Character Portrait: H.A.V.E.N. Character Portrait: Essie (SE-5984) Character Portrait: H.A.R.L.I.E Character Portrait: Kylar Worthington Character Portrait: Ezekiel Cartwright Character Portrait: John Cross

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M I L E S CAAL
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miles' home/workshop • outfit#35404F
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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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Character Portrait: Faith Walton Character Portrait: Angel Edwards Character Portrait: Kylar Worthington

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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
xxxbloodstained mouth, I'm gonna blow a kiss
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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xxxand there's nothing wrong with me
xxxthis is how I'm supposed to be
xxxin the land of make-believe
xxxthey don't believe in me
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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Character Portrait: Cordelia Hallis Character Portrait: Faith Walton Character Portrait: Angel Edwards Character Portrait: Essie (SE-5984) Character Portrait: Yuri Capra Character Portrait: Ezekiel Cartwright

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she might get lonely at times, but that was to be expected.
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he was a mere background character in other people's lives.


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━━━━━━━━━━━━━━YURI CAPRA
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tell stories. sad stories about bodies stolen, bodies no longer here.
xenraging stories about the false images, devastating lies, untold violence. x
bold, brash stories about reclaiming our bodies and changing the world.


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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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Character Portrait: Cordelia Hallis Character Portrait: James Character Portrait: Miles Caal Character Portrait: Astrid Character Portrait: Faith Walton Character Portrait: Angel Edwards Character Portrait: H.A.V.E.N. Character Portrait: Ozric Slade Character Portrait: Essie (SE-5984) Character Portrait: Yuri Capra Character Portrait: Kylar Worthington Character Portrait: Ezekiel Cartwright

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but am i just a broken machine?
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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.