The vast high rising city of Cytesca is one of the last bastions of civilization, and it is ruled by a cabal of corporations working together to continuously line their pockets with money. Inside the city, the wealthy live at the very top of the many skyscrapers, able to lord their wealth over the poor masses that live below them. The lower you go, the worse things become. Few people ever dream of getting themselves up to the highest in the city, simply hoping to find their way into a level above the one they're stuck in. Those not being oppressed by the CEO's are busy being squished into the dust by the Crime Syndicates instead.
Outside the relative safety of the city is the wastes, a semi-radioactive land full of monsters, mutants, and brigands, with the occasional settlement that is anywhere from bronze-age tech to pre-1800's. The land is only now beginning to recover from the cataclysm that nearly destroyed humanity, but much of it is still barren and lifeless. Few venture out here, unless their crazy, desperate, or on the run.
You are one of the few that possibly fits all three.
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Name: Cassandra Michel
Age: 26
Race: Cyborg
Occupation: Ex-cop
Description:
Bio: Six years back, a young, bright-eyed girl by the name of Cassandra joined the corporate police. While she'd heard the rumours of what the corporations were willing to do, all to make a quick profit no matter the consequences... She didn't believe them. Such rumours were always spread by crazy people! Right? Either way, she was trained for a year before being deemed ready to actually work- in this time, she'd learned how to use a variety of weapons, how to defend herself in hand-to-hand combat, how to set up electronic security systems (and as a result, how to crack them), amongst other various things.
Her work was pretty uneventful, despite the excitement of her training... It was mostly just manning checkpoints and patrolling the halls. Rather dull, since it was pretty much entirely making sure people were working. She never got to do anything exciting! However, that opportunity presented itself after two boring years.
Cassandra was approached by one of her superiors- a man by the name of Jack Winter. A gruff, older man, he always seemed the reliable, 'in control' types that she always looked up to. He wanted her for a particular job- and only after agreeing was she allowed to know the details. She agreed quite quickly- why would she not trust him? Perhaps she'd even earn his favour, which would bring her up the ranks much quicker. How she ended up wishing she didn't.
Her job was to kill a man. One of the higher ranking men in a rival corporation. Alone. She was to infiltrate, she was to kill, then she was to get out all by herself. She wouldn't be carrying any gear that could tie her back to the corporation that she worked for- that would mean no guns, no armour, anything. Nothing that would help her out. This would definitely be a test of her resourcefulness. Everything went well at first... She'd knocked out a guard and stolen his uniform and weapons, which got her through every checkpoint surprisingly easily.
Too easily. When she reached her target... She was greeted by an empty office. The doors locked behind her, everything shut, and gas filled the room. She was knocked unconscious. Captured. For months, years even, she was tortured and raped over and over, and experimented on with cybernetics and genetic mutations. Eventually, she broke out. She didn't even remember how. All she knew was that a drunken guard came into her cell, waving his dick around...
And then she'd escaped, wearing his uniform, with his weapons. A collapsible assault rifle, a pistol, and a baton. Not that she needed the baton... At this point, her body itself was a weapon. A deadly one in melee combat. Her cybernetics were entirely black ops, enhancing her strength, toughness and speed greatly. Her brown hair and eyes... They'd become silver and purple, from the experimentation performed upon her.
And so, she was on the run from the 'law', now a twenty-six year old woman.
Stats:
Strength- 3
Toughness- 3
Speed- 3
Willpower- 2
Intelligence- 2
Skills:
Firearms (pistols)
Firearms (automatic rifles)
Melee combat (hand-to-hand)
Athletics/acrobatics
Hacking
Your a few miles out from the edge of Cytesca, and are looking down at two of the Corporate MP's who had given chase. So far, they're the only ones who managed to catch up to you, not that it did them any good, considering their dead. Your head is still fuzzy, both on how you escaped, and even your past. All you remember is that the last few years have been hell, and that you'd very much rather forget about them.
But, do so, your going to need to avoid being recaptured.
Calling up your internal database, you take a quick look around, trying to figure out exactly where outside the city you are. It takes a moment, but you find that you are currently south of the city. The nearest potential hiding place is a nearby Mining Facility that was abandoned decades ago when it ran out of resources. Of course, its not likely abandoned now-though your memories are fuzzy, you still remember that the wastes are a dangerous place.
