Utterly Mad

Neon Souls

World Description:

It's the year of 2113, a year of tremendous technological progress and prosperity. A world that has finally been united by complete globalization under the guide of gentle and kind corporations. One world, one global language, one big community to last forever.
At least, that's what the corporate media says.

In reality the world has grown to become a dark and dystopian place. Cities, where the most of the human population lives, works, and dies; have it's streets cast in shadow from the massive structures built overhead, all carrying massive screens, projecting a perfect future held by the corporations. The ad's smiling faces, gentle nature is perfectly offset by the grim, dark streets they're on.

The world, with a near constant downpour from the damaged enviroment, can be described as an entreprenour's dream. Here the ambitious can make their wealth grow, as long as they stay out of the way of the corporations, that might see them as bad competition.
That or, one could simply go and join the millions upon millions working for the corporations.

There's no police anymore. The closest thing is the corporation soldiers, but they only care for their respective territory. Gangs and crime is a common thing to see, and the safest places to be might even be the prosperous bars and clubs that can afford their own guards. But when the corporation decides to raid, there's little that can stop them.

And the ads all proudly display the corporations latest breakthroughs, such as implants that can turn you superhuman, and genetic alterations to allow you to become what you desire. One might even become something that can see the light that isn't there anymore.
But there are some that shun those who choose to abandon the flesh for the circuts. And perhaps there's others that think the other way around.

The cities are constantly growing, soon to envelop the entire world in one massive cityscape. The many massive atmosphere generators serve an important roll, to replace the old, unreliable trees.

But here in this dark and rainy world, there's stories to tell, and adventures to be had.

Premise of this RP:

-Run by the players, for the players. There's no real rules or mechanics, but rather, this RP is a free forming one. Meaning that players take their characters, and run their own story, with or without other players.
-Push your story. Don't just create a character and run around doing nothing, get out there and change the world! There's many adversaries that you can create, many people that you could meet and help, and if all else fails, join in with another player.
-In emergency, hit refresh. I will not be a GM per se, but if things refuse to move along, I will do what I can to push things into gear again.
-But let's not spread too thin. To ensure that we won't spread ourselves apart too far, and die off alone, we'll all start in one place; New York.
-Create the lore, and use it. You can think up items, corporations, gangs, weapons, etc; as long as they fit the setting, ok? The setting is cyberpunk, so there's isn't many limits.
-All in all, be nice. Simply to restate the obvious, be respectful of others, and don't god mode. We roleplay to have fun roleplaying, so cheating kinda removes the fun and adventure.

Standardized Form:

Before you decide to start writing away in the proper thread, make a form ok? It would be great if we could get a general description and maybe some backstory. Optionally, add an image of your character.

Name:
Gender:
Age and birthdate:
Appearance: (describe clothes in a latter tab)
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Role: (Are you a corporate worker, unemployed? Do you run a small independent bar? Etc.)
Situation: (Are you swimming in credits, or are you're struggling to get by?)
Disposition: (How do you see the world, and it's people.)
Backstory:
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Clothes and armor: (Describe what clothes and armor you wear)
Property/Items: (Things that you carry in person)
Property/Other: (What you own, and cannot be carried around. Like buildings, and vehicles.)

Once you've posted a complete form, go ahead and start your introduction in the main thread.
Have a good day now.

Name: Stefan
Gender: Male
Age and birthdate: 40 / Fifth October
Appearance: Big beard, short hair. Big manly mustaches. Black hair, beard and eyes. 1.95 meters. Fat.

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Role: (Are you a corporate worker, unemployed? Do you run a small independent bar? Etc.) Has a cafe, with most customers being either his friends, or people who think like him.
Situation: (Are you swimming in credits, or are you're struggling to get by?) He has enough money for him. He lives in his house, with his current girlfriend.
Disposition: (How do you see the world, and it's people.) It's shit. Nothing is how it is supposed to be. And people don't live normal lives.
Backstory: His father gave him his cafe, and he is working there everyday.

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Clothes and armor: (Describe what clothes and armor you wear) Has a woolen pullover - hoodie, tracksuit trousers, and a bag which he always keeps with himself, no matter what. Has a bulletproof vest under his pullover - hoodie
Property/Items: (Things that you carry in person) Has sunglasses which he just keeps on the head, not the eyes. Now, in the bag, he has a extendable baton, taser, butterfly knife, flashlight from heavy duty, aspirin, first aid pack, glock 18, pocket knife, a big book, keys, and lastly - cards for playing.
Property/Other: (What you own, and cannot be carried around. Like buildings, and vehicles.) A house, the cafe, and a small VW car.

Name:Dostoya Cybrin
Gender: Female
Age and birthdate: 24, June 4th, 2091
Appearance: Thin and scrawny, looks underfed. Fairly short, with shoulder length red hair. Green eyes. Large glowing markings on left side of face from bionic modification.
Role: A general Mercenary and violent individual. Will work for anyone.
Situation: Fairly poor. Soldiery doesn't pay all that well.
Disposition: Duty first, money second. No point in tangling it up further.
Backstory: Dostoya lived a fairly normal life for the times, growing up in Warsaw Poland in a fairly poor neighborhood. At the age of 16, with her father cripplingly ill, her mother long vanished, and two little siblings to support, she signed a contract to do grunt work for the local corporation, Warsaw Weapons Warehouses. 8 years and a few bionic modifications later, and she has ended up in the city she currently resides in, in between jobs. Clothes and Armor: Dostoya wears a tank top and military style pants most of the time, with a hooded coat or cold weather. When actively on duty, she generally either wears the standard issue for whatever corp she is signed up with, or the suit of light tactical gear she has built up out of "acquired"pieces of gear over the years.
Property/Items: Carries a Spyder^tm Hunter Heavy Pistol at all times, a locket from her youth in Warsaw, and probably a large variety of odds and ends that have been randomly stuffed into pockets. She also owns a Friska Combat Rifle, but nearly never carries it when off duty. Also has the following cybernetics. A radio, a communicator, a few vision augments, and a data port. The ones she has are not stealthy or subtle at all.
Property/Other: A cramped apartment in a decent part of town, and a bicycle for transportation.

Name: Alex Zevnask
Gender: Male
Age and birthdate: 23, December 28th
Appearance: A midsize, 5,5 man with dark drown hair. His eyes are the most unusual. They were red. He is unusually strong
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Role: Involentary drug runner
Situation: Decent enough, drug running, although Involentary, pays a lot.
Disposition: "Everything's just messed up these days. Hover cars, gigantic buildings everywhere, insane poverty, and even recently someone bought Central Park! I swore on the dying breath of my parents that I will make the New York subway system again!
Backstory: His predecessors were conductors for the New York subway system. It was what the family took in pride. Business was falling slowly until 2045 when the government shut it down due to 'Health Reasons'. All the stations were cemented closed and that was the end of that. But then when Alex was born, his parents moved to a house close to one of the stations. When they died Alex got the home to himself. He was doing some renovation when he came across a hatch. The hatch led him to the station next door! He diverted some power from the grid to get the train started. At first he used it to just play around. The the gangs came in. They had heard about an underground train so they went to check it out themselves. At first he didn't want to do it but then they threatened to kill him. So he reluctantly agreed.
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Clothes and Armor: He wears a leather jacket with a white under shirt. He wears ANCIENT jeans from 1984 that was passed down the family.
Property/Items: He owns some ancient weaponry. A TT-33 and a PTRS-41 With ammo for years to come.
Property/Other: He has a decent house, a R143 subway EMU (Three units) A Main Coon who's name is Coconut