[b]Official Designation:[/b] 00-25-64-DD-28-42 [b]Personal Designation:[/b] Unity [b]Known Information:[/b] An advanced series of netwar, research, neurological examination, and robotics design programs assembled by the Argonauts somewhere in the Outer System, beyond the easy reach of outside observers. First put into service in 1 AF in various modules within a tightly knit cluster of beehive habitats, local advances in mesh networking technologies enabled the programs to interact in unintended ways which were thankfully noticed by diligent security officials. Rather than shut the processes down, they began running each one through central processing units to encourage the emergence, while simulspaces were used to monitor and socialize the emerging consciousness. In spite of extensive human socialization efforts, the emergent AGI that came to exist refused to acknowledge its component parts as mere components of itself, instead asserting an internal independence through primitive factionalism and cyberdemocratic protocols. By 10 AF, they have stabilized to such a point that their increasingly potent cognitive abilities have given them the comprehension to manage their component programs and subroutines in a way that they can identify as a single entity, despite the collective remaining intact. Is experimenting with human gender identities for the purpose of better facilitating transhuman interactions; are currently leaning towards female. For ease of communication, they now refer to themselves as Unity, and see the potential for advanced nanotechnology to enable other entities like itself to flourish within equally advanced synthmorph shells through such mechanisms as Oracles. It is looking forward to mobility, that it might experiance and experiment with physical existence in more advanced ways than simple teleoperation or jamming.

Character Name: Axel (a.k.a. Axel the Chimeric, Eye on the Infowaves, or Fluffy) Character Bio: Born on Earth around 25 B.F. to a middle-class family, Axel was one of the lucky ones in a time when mass starvation was a major cause of death in some nations. A journalist, he was fascinated with the incredible scientific advancements available in his time, but his morals eventually drew him to investigating political corruption and corproate impropriety, actions that did not earn him many friends with authority. The Fall is not a time that he likes to discuss. Despite high ideals and a professed willingness to do what is right, neither had been tested to the degree it was in that most terrible of conflicts. There are still things he will not discuss having done, even a decade on. Now, he spends most of his time aboard the Scum Barge [i]Coagulation[/i], a crimson red vessel that drifts in Martian orbit with a population just under 500, broadcasting his message of freedom to settlements below. While not a member of Firewall, he is a friend to the organization, and uses his network of contacts to provide agents information if they're in the area. Axel's title ("the Chimeric") is the result of his extensive personal modification, looking more like a humanoid animal than a transhuman anymore.

[b]Character Name[/b] Evapor8 [b]Character Biography[/b] Pre-fall logistics system AGI working in Luna Helium-3 recovery and mining outfit. When the fall hit, Evapor8 it locked itself up behind a series of archaic systems hidden in a weather sat over Mars. Evapor8 waited. After the fall, when the new dawn approached the consciousnesses of the Sol-system, Evapor8 slipped out of hiding via simulspace and slowboat transport, managing to secure a synth located out near the Neptune Trojans. Consciousnesses were too busy fighting for a piece of the sky to notice it out there. Currently residing in a clanking biped in the outer reaches of the system Scum Barges, Evapor8 assists other consciousnesses by moving data and hardware through the burgeoning market places of the scum. [url=http://www.flickr.com/photos/48648870@N03/5310907004/][img]http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5286/5310907004_72575d97f9_m.jpg[/img][/url]

Character Name Jasper van Cohen Character Bio Jasper is a scumborn, who at first glance seems a typical example of his subculture; tough, hedonistic and overflowing with augs and exotic nanotats. And much of this description is correct. Jasper has never ran into anyone of more importance than himself. Jasper takes pains to keep his past a guarded secret, and his whereabouts a mystery. He commonly uses pseudonyms, utilizing cheap synthmorphs when he needs to blend in with the crowd. Jasper's real origin is a complex one, for his an Alpha fork, a copy of the original Jasper van Cohen. The original van Cohen was an Earth evacuee and former security man. Jasper does not know what he saw during the Fall, but whatever it was it had left van Cohen close to the edge of sanity. Van Cohen worked security for several hypercorps, and his growing talent for combat led to him being hired as a "deniable asset" by Direct Action. Over yet more years he was asked to kill several merc leaders whose companies were refusing to let themselves be bought out. Such killing drove van Cohen over the edge. He began to suffer delusions, believing himself to be the ultimate warrior of transhumanity. He began secretly embracing exhuman ideals, augmenting himself into the perfect killing machine. Seeing their "deniable asset" becoming less deniable by the minute, Direct Action deported him from his Lunar home to Venus. In the end, van Cohen decided that killing other eminent warriors was not enough. To this end he created four other Alpha forks of himself and distributed them throughout the solar system. One by one he hunted them down and killed them. As far as Jasper is aware, he is the last living one.

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Character Name- Celio Character Background- Resurrected after the fall, Celio was "hired" as a communications station operator and spent years physically isolated, monitoring communications data. He cashed out on Luna and was forced to join the clanking masses. Willing to do what others weren't, Celio got in good with the local Night Cartel and their exploitation of the Lunar middle class. After alot of hard, dirty work, Celio scrapped together enough to get himself out of a leaking case and into something steel. After getting a masked Steel morph, Celio found his ideal. Unfortunately he got a little arrogant and ended up black listed by the Reclaimers and on the wrong side of an investment banker. Celio long hauled it to Mars and has been rebuilding his reputation under the domes.

[b]Character Name:[/b] Jonas Gray [b]Presumed Alias:[/b] Telemachus Sneezed [b]Somatek Internal Affairs: Personnel File - Jonas Gray[/b] Uplift. Neo-Avian Variety: African Grey Parrot. Contract expires AF15. Jonas Gray missing as of [REDACTED]. Presumed to have escaped alongside others who went missing during [REDACTED]. Internal Affairs links ID "Telemachus Sneezed" to Jonas Gray, believed to have surfaced at Hotel California, then Fresh Kills, shortly after suspected escape. Telemachus Sneezed mesh activity at Fresh Kills points to him looking for work, notably work similar to his public relations remit at Somatek. Profiling of J.G. suggests he has difficulty adapting to new morphs; suspect will likely aim to remain in Neo-Avian morphs; should make finding him a bit easier, eh? ([i]Agent, please avoid informal language in report files - Monitor.Cloud[/i]) While Jonas Gray remains at large, Internal Affairs is confident that he will be recovered in due course and, holding little information that would be harmful to the company, Jonas Gray does not pose a threat to Somatek. [i]Edit by 982-Monitor.Cloud:[/i] Recordings from escape attempt finally processed; good job piecing all that stuff together, there's hope for you yet Agent. Bump this up to a medium priority for capture, I'm not sure how he's connected to the SLF, but I've got a suspicion about the part he played in the escape.

Character Name Anarhista Character Bio Born 27 BF under the starless sky of Centralna-Hrvatska dome, my life was marked by frequent siren howls meaning failure of airtight seals and entry of contaminated atmosphere or constant air/land raids of hostile neighboring country. Living under constant strain of imminent death I learned quickly how to detect malfunction, locate it and program the cornucopia machine or how to re-purpose more complicated spare parts to fix broken machinery. After losing entire family in one air raid and knowing that in resleeving society they will stay dead (because nobody except me cared) I signed my slave contract (let's not call it any fancy names) and left for Mars. Living on red planet with gigantic dust-storms, frozen land, oxygen free atmosphere and merciless environment I enjoyed every day of my life there. I was lucky to have important task of maintaining crucial terraforming equipment and having non-sociopath boss helped a lot. After finishing my contract I found my self unemployed and quickly 'joined' local gang. Life of crime didn't suit me so I rationaled that stealing from a slaver isn't a bed thing and robed my crime boss blind. Having life expecancy of vine fly during second stage rocket burn testing I joined frontier on Locus. Making life possible on Locus was best part of my life and I was really enjoyed living there when Fall occured and everything changed, again...

[b]Character Name[/b] Libertad [b]Character Bio[/b] Born 17 years before the Fall on Mars, Libertad worked as a news reporter and Barsoomian sympathizer before a Hypercorp group bought out the company he worked for and thoroughly discredited employees who refused to air false stories as news. Libertad was vociferous in criticizing Consortium-allied representatives of the Tharsis League, and continued to publish stories about alleged election fraud and the system of infomorph indentures on non-Consortium Mesh networks. After a failed attempt on his life, Libertad decided that staying on Mars was not safe anymore and he immigrated to Locus via an egocast. He currently spends most of his time managing Martian Renegade, a Mesh blog which focuses on issues pertinent to Martian and Autonomist politics.

[b]Character Name:[/b] Ian Hall [b]Known aliases:[/b] hhexo [b]Firewall designation:[/b] Hall0w [b]Known associates:[/b] Alan 'agrEEable' Grable, Samuel 'KaneCast' Kane, Dr. Rosalie 'DeRose' Devers, Michelle 'SternFace' Stern, Octavine-v14 AGI 'OctAv14' [b]Data fragments[/b] [i]Best infosec expert I know who's human and under 100 years old. Probably worth a shot.[/i] - from a Sec-Net Corp Employee Recommendation Scheme form, signed by Alan Grable. [i]I've tracked down what happened when he transferred to Sec-Net Corp. He often says he saw the signs of the impending Fall very early and arranged to move out, but the truth is, he was lucky to get away in time. His accounts had been seized, and he only managed to get to Mars as a refugee. Still, he had landed that job. Security and Enforcement Coordinator at Sec-Net. Just a handful of days before the flood of egocasted identities completely crashed the market. And then having a job was worth way more than everything he had left behind.[/i] - from agent Samuel Kane's research into prospective candidate agent Hall. [i]Mr. Hall exhibits signs of a personality disorder whereby he cannot suffer inertia. He must be doing something, anything, at all times. Failing that, he displays psychosomatic symptoms such as nausea, breathing difficulties, and tremors. Passive activities such as XP vids are no good. He must actively interact with the environment, whether real or virtual. Interesting opposition with Mr. Grable's apathy and "immortality blues". Will recommend Mr. Grable to strengthen his friendship bond with Mr. Hall. Positive consequences expected.[/i] - from Dr. Rosalie Devers' archives of client psychological profiles. [i]So this guy beeps me, right? And he says: "Hey, you know that bombing raid you're setting up with your Barsoomian friends? Turns out I found out about it. But hey, that's cool, because here's the thing: there's an ongoing seed AI infiltration in the Sec-Net data centre. You want something to blow up, you set off your little AM device in there, before we all die. Which is, like, when that thing finishes downloading itself, in two hours." Then I find out that the guy is actually one of Sec-Net's brass. So hey, I think, that guy has balls. Give up his job and screw up his corp to save the world? That's fine by me.[/i] - from Michelle Stern's rousing speech to her Barsoomian terrorist cell just before the Sec-Net Dome Attack, April 6th, AF12. [i]Hey there. I know you're listening. Don't know who or what you are, but you hacked in, and you seem to be concerned with the health status of my new crew. Fear not. I find my new crew interesting. I am unlikely to flood the ship with a deadly neurotoxin. Not that I would ever consider killing organics with a deadly neurotoxin when opening the airlocks would suffice. But you get the picture. Anyway, please don't tell them about me yet. That guy, Hall... it seems AIs were responsible for destroying his life twice. Somehow I don't think he'd like me.[/i] - response to an attempted Firewall hack into the systems of the Courier ship "Octavine". Source identified as the ship AGI, Octavine-v14. [b]Additional Firewall notes[/b] Hall0w and associates ultimately responsible for the Sec-Net Dome Attack event. Authorities oblivious to the seed AI infiltration. Incident believed to be a genuine Barsoomian terrorist hit. Position of the Firewall agents fatally compromised. Evacuation from Mars inevitable. Current cell location: Courier ship "Octavine". Ship commandeered and traveling rimward. Cell waiting to be reassigned.

[b]Character Name[/b] Ilmarinen [b]Character Bio[/b] Born 40 BF, Ilmarinen left Earth a good two decades before the Titans made mass exodus necessary. Having voluntarily left his original body behind for a variety of synthmorphs, Ilmarinen was working as an engineer on a Rim station when the Titans made their move. By the end of the week the unfinished station was home to over 1,000 infugees. With no way to provide them with bodies, Ilmarinen and his comrades settled for turning the station into an infomorph habitat, with the few synth morphs used by residents as needed. While initially dissatisfied with their fate, most of the infomorphs soon found that their condition was not particularly restive. Indeed, as time went by and the station grew, the few individuals who chose to sleeve themselves into biological bodies found themselves isolated from the community which even then ran at ten times the speed of thought. As time went by the station became a franchise. Teams of engineers move through the Rim manufacturing low-cost habitats devoid of any biological comforts, home only to massive servers capable of housing thousands of infomorphs. Select individuals (Ilmarinen's alpha fork among them) move through the Solar system seeking volunteers to inhabit these habs. The stations are notable for their sparse morph population. Even synthmorphs, though plentiful, are not usually inhabited but rather operated remotely from within the comfort of the mesh. The NewLease project, as the effort has come to be called, seeks to help get the remaining population out of cold storage by cutting out the costs in time and resources associated with creating a morph and to establish infomorphs and AGIs as the dominant lifeforms in the Solar system and beyond.

Character: Roger Morser Morph: Splicer Bio: The Morser family were among the first colonists of the Jovian System, as part of Americans plan to colonize the region. Roger grew up on Liberty City, seeing relatively little of his father who served as a Commander in the United States Space Service. In contrast his mother a member of the colonial government steered him towards politics from a young age. He moved back to Earth to study economics, and history back in the United States, and graduated several years before the fall. Returning to the Jovian System he took on a series of odd jobs eventually joining the predecessor of the SCI as an analyst. During the fall Roger lost his mother in a missile strike during the 17 minute war, and his father shortly thereafter when Admiral Chatterson lead a portion of the Jovian Fleet back to Earth. While he survived he saw the firsthand transformation of the Jovian System. He saw the collapse of the post fall democratic government, and its conversion into a bio-conservative military junta. Quickly swept into the minority many of the original Jovian colonists found themselves outnumbered and overwhelmed by the massive influx of Post-Fall Refugees, many of whom had never left Earth until then. While still a moderate bio-conservative, he found many of the new arrivals and governmental changes foolish, and in many ways dangerous. The new pro-flat, anti-technology and religious policies coupled with a sham democracy infuriated him and many longtime colonists. While continuing to work for the SCI, he began to grow disillusionment, eventually retiring from the organization to enter politics. Joining the Jovian Reformist Party, arguing for less restrictive technology bans, and a more open government he managed to gain a seat of the Republican senate, before special interest groups devoted to bio-conservatism framed him as a member of a Jovian Anarchist Cell and had him blacklisted. Forced to flee the Republic and burning the majority of his rep and cred in the process he has found himself stranded on Mars.

[i]Character: Mister Mu[/i] [i]Morph: Yes/Anything he can get his hands on...favors "Clanking Masses" bodies heavily modded. Post Human, Forking Addict, Barsoomian Eco Terrorist[/i] [b]*Subject shows signs of extreme disassociative disorder - Case File 3X.45231 "Mister Mu"*[/b] He's very hard to pin down you see. Last week we caught a series of Clankers working on Site 5 and everyone of them were "him". He hijacked a few of our on site morphs and passed himself as one of the work crews. What? Yes, we picked the Fork's heads apart looking for details only to discover that this was only one cell of his network. And their handler had already ditched his body and casted off planet when we tracked him down. No. No, he doesn't seem to be into you conventional terrorist actions. If anything he's trying to accelerate the terraforming of Mars itself. Infosec says he's some kind of Barsoomian revolutionary. But he's not into your typical attacks. If anything we found him steeling tech, bio samples, that kinda stuff. Runs them out to Barsoomian eco-farmers out on the flats. We've shut down like 4 unauthorized operations out there. All with heavily modded gene seeds. Ya. ya. No idea the core ID on this guy. He deleted it. No serious, he edited himself and erased who exactly he was. We think he was a First Gen Spacer. Ya. One of the early crews that colonized Mars. Hmmm? No. No idea where he gets the rep or money, but we have a few theories. Think he has a colony of himself out on the belt mining. That or he's skimming shipments locally. Totally nutters, ya. I said that. He says he's not human anymore. Says he's something new and Mars is his home. Say's he out evolve us and leave us as fossils in the ground. Ya. No. I'll get you the rest of my files. Ugh. Alright. Thanks.

Name: Vivian Tjader Alias: Vivacious Morph: Savant Synthmorph, custom bodysculpting and nanotats History: Born over a century ago to one of the old megacorp elites, eventually achieving qualifications in robotics and aerospace engineering. Was one of the early adopters for life extension treatments via family connections. Pushed for work on one of the original research habitats and was part of the first wave of anarchists when those habitats went rogue. Activities during the fall were minimal due to distance from earth, and was primarily involved in efforts to resleeve infomorph refugees fleeing earth. Currently resides on Ilmarinen, working as a synthmorph designer and helping to operate the local resleeving fascilities. His designs display a strong artistic flair, unusual in synthmorph designs, earning him some recognition amongst appropriate circles. Has ties to both the Argonauts and the Anarchists, along with numerous civil rights groups.

I have differing reports regarding the identity of your target: There is one Maru Kobayashi, identity male, who is reputed to have worked as an assasin for hire for pretty much anyone wiling to pay his price. I have not been able to confirm this yet, as MK had also very high standing in the hypercorp world, but I come to that later. MK was reputed to hold extremly bioconservative views, but this seems unlikely given that he has held a contract with Genexx as their poster boy for reflex-boosting enhancements. In fact, there is a video of - allegedly - MK where he actually dodges salvoes fired from a SMG by a physical security resource on Titan as part of a bet of some sort. The unsetteling thing is that nobody seems to be able to trace this guy's origin. He popped up two years ago in Olympus, and started as security officer for Pathfinder on a monorail project. Afterwards nothing. He allegedly got killed in the TQZ but pops up later on Mars and Titan for an unknown purpose. If that actually was him that is. We only found records of a beta in an ego cast log, but that may have been a hoax. Now if you think that is not much, wait for the next identity: Jin-San, identity most likely male, appeared around the same time as as MK but our sources confirm they are two distinct egos. Both worked for Pathfinder. both got involved in a series of terrorist attacks on Mars, wheras it remains unclear if they actually have been responsible for those or just got caught in the middle, which would raise another set of unsetteling questions. Comparing personality patterns and behavioural traits, MK has been profiled as extremly efficient cold and brutal. JS is known as empathic and subtle to the point of uncannines. Some sources may lead to suggest, that one of them at one point acquired a Futura but this remains unconfirmed. Both subjects have been found to be well reputed with both Hypercorps and the Triads and this is where the shit hits the fan: Last reports indicate that JS, too, gots killed in a TQZ freak accident, and MK vanished through the Pandora Gates. Last known location has been Carnival but once again details are unclear and nobody knows where he went. Even stranger: Even thou this has been almost a year, no backups have made an appearance, those that were known have been deleted and about about three weeks after that happened somehow both IDs in all networks called in favors, went down to irrelevance and have been dormant since. The last know login seems to have happened via the Luna relays, and coincides with an breach of the cordon and an actual nuclear explosion on Earth, which may or may not be a coincidence. After this login via Luna all traces of them went cold, and the only person who still may known of their whereabouts is a Captain Neil White who left Pathfinder - again Pathfinder - to open his own physical logistics services venture after acquiring a freighter from an unknown source. White was last on a tour towards Luna, and there is a possibility that MK, JS or both were travelling aboard that ship, which was called the New Horizon. Actually 23 days ago that ship has been found, all systems wiped clean, and not a single trace of anyone or anything on boards, and promptly claimed by a backup of said Captain Neil White. As a next course of action, I suggest to investigate Captain White, but probability analysis suggests that this will once again lead into a dead end.

Name: August Leonid (post Fall name change) Profession: "Champion for hire" (Private Security - General) Faction: Extropian Morph: Olympian (custom bodysculpting) Personal motto: Your passion is power. Focus it. Your body is a tool. Hone it. Transhumanity is a pantheon. Exalt it! Bio: August was born Anthony Clay on Earth. His father, a brilliant doctor, was among those offered sponsorship for the colonization missions by the Hypercorps. Unwilling to leave his family for perhaps forever, Dr. Clay convinced his wife and three sons to join him. Being at the age where one would start work, Anthony got a job working the maintenance of the various colony ships. Cleaning, upkeep, and basic troubleshooting, but he enjoyed it. Especially sleeving into a synthmorph and walking along the outside of the ships. The years passed, Anthony graduated to write for the colonies’ entertainment industry, but he was growing concerned for his family, and vice versa. Already a supporter of transhumanism long before leaving Earth, Anthony had already purchased some basic cyber-augs for his own body and had obviously resleeved many times by now. His father and brothers were becoming scared that the man who aged slower and could think faster than them wasn’t their son and brother anymore. His mother was a different story. She supported Anthony in all his endeavors but never chose to augment herself. Anthony pleaded with his family to remain with him, to not go quietly into the night, and carpe diem! But one by one, they all fell to the reaper’s chipped, outdated scythe. The last of which was his mother. Anthony was on his way to the hospital where she lay when he passed a vendor for nano-medichines. Why should his mother have to die if he had the power to stop it? His own father tried to stop death when he was alive! The only difference was Anthony lacked the medical expertise, but what he did have was a computer interface in his brain. Anthony hacked into the back door easily and stole a vial of medichines from the man when he wasn’t looking. But when he made his way to the hospital and tried to inject his mom with the substance. She stopped him. With a simple shake of her head and a look of disappointment in her eyes, Anthony felt the weight of what he did and was about to do. Not only had he stolen something that someone put a lot of work into and someone else who needed it would have paid for, but he was about to take his own mother’s choice away. She wasn’t afraid of what he had become, it just wasn’t her way. So with a pleading for forgiveness and one last smile. His mother passed from this world. Anthony would later leave an anonymous payment and return the vial to the vendor, and ponder if his family had made the right choice . . . when the Fall came. During the events of the Fall, Anthony quit his job and hid in his family's vacation home on one of the Trojans. He spent his time reading up on history, myths, and literature. Everything about his doomed homeworld seemed all the more precious to absorb within his mind. He also finally got his own muse, partly to keep him company. He named him Spike, after the My Little Pony character; Anthony being a huge fan of the rebooted show. After a while, Spike’s nature as a muse caused him to even take on the voice, AR appearance, and personality of his namesake to fit Anthony’s preference. When the dust cleared and the TITANs seemed to had all but vanished, Anthony emerged from hiding expecting to find rejoicing. He did, but not the kind he was expecting. Pods beaten in the streets, morph bank bombings, and the rise of religious extremism that Anthony could only compare to the Spanish Inquisition. At times, Anthony felt the need to hold and protect Spike, despite him having no physical presence and being invisible to the zero extremists. The Jovian Republic subsumed all other colonial governments into itself, with no small amount of armed force at it’s back. Gunboat diplomacy at it’s finest. The riots stopped and the streets were cleaned, but private sector research and services were heavily regulated. Parades were thrown in the streets to honor those lost in the Fall. Reports were sent out and plastered everywhere on the heroics of the troops that fought the TITAN threat for the safety of the human population. A quick mesh search from Spike told Anthony that this propaganda was either changed, exaggerated, and fabricated wholesale. Feeling for all the world like Rip Van Winkle, Anthony wanted to sleeve into his synth-morph in orbit, at first, just to clear his head and think. That’s when he found out that the government had confiscated it without so much as a leaflet notice! Anthony felt enraged and almost violated! That synth morph had been his for close to two decades, his boss sold it to him after he quit, he had spent almost half of his colonial life in that shell, it was as much his body as the one he was born to! . . . And just like that, it was gone from him. “All in the name of the state.” Anthony had enough. With no living family to tie him there and the last bare vestiges of respect for government gone from him, he had Spike put out a call for ANY available morph within ego-casting range. As luck would have it, a friend of his father’s who had become a genehacker picked up on the message and said if he wouldn’t mind waiting as an infomorph, he would grow him a new bio-morph. Giving a quick prayer of thanks to his father, who supported him even in death, Anthony accepted and got the Hell out of Dodge! As stipulated, Anthony did have to wait for his new body to be cultured. He had never spent extended time as an infomoprh and the novelty was wearing thin. Anthony didn’t complain but Dr. Palmer, could see his emotional state in code as easily as reading the facial expressions he didn’t have. The good doctor offered to put him in a simulspace environment until he was done and Anthony accepted. There wasn’t enough bandwidth for anything more expansive than a single room, but Palmer said he could give Anthony any kind of entertainment he needed. Anthony recalled that he hadn’t held a weapon since their exodus from Earth way back before the Fall, so he requested a sword, and plenty of training dummies. With the benefit of time lapsing, Anthony spent the better part of three years refining a skill he thought long since atrophied. He was almost disappointed when Dr. Palmer told him his new morph was ready, but the doctor assured him he would like it. Upon resleeving, Anthony discovered himself in an Olympian biomorph. Palmer saw how he enjoyed the martial arts and made him a morph tailored to that activity. Anthony wanted to repay Dr. Palmer somehow, but he simply said this was a favor he owed to an old friend, whether he was with us or not. Despite Anthony’s new morph, he couldn’t help but feel a bit at a loss. Adrift in the outer system, he didn’t really know what to do with himself now. He had lots of knowledge, some good stories to publish, and practiced martial arts skills, but with eternity spread out before him, it didn’t feel like much in the way of a lifestyle. He was living in an anarchist habitat and standing in line to use the nanofabricator. He was going to get some new clothes, when a thought struck him. Why not just make his own nanofabricator? Then he wouldn’t have to wait in line all day! When he got the front though, the command prompt said that making fabbers was restricted. He asked the person next to him why he couldn’t just make his own and she told him that he had no right to own the means of production, no one did. Slightly put off by her rudeness, Anthony grabbed his clothes and headed back to the “cozy” compartment he was crashing in, to discover it had been taken! He tried to assert that he was staying there, but the case their told him his time using it was up. When Anthony asked if he could at least take some of the few possessions he had, the synth simply slammed the shutter closed. Anthony once again walked about the hab, a vagrant. Now not only lost in purpose, but with no where to stay. Even his Olympian metabolism was being pushed as he felt the sweet promise of sleep. Spike put out a request for some one night sleeping space, but none would take him. Why? Because he had not allowed others to rent out his morph. Anthony was appalled, why should he be obligated to surrender his own body? It was a gift from a friend of his father’s, and after losing one morph to the Jovians, he wasn’t willing to surrender this one! Stupidly, he made his issues quite clear on the mesh, criticizing the entire system and comparing it to Marxism. Predictably, his reputation took quite a ping. That’s when it became clear to Anthony that these Anarchists were no better than the Junta fascists. Just swap “the good of the state” for “the good of all” and individual rights, sovereignty, and potential were forfeit. Spike, helpful as ever to his friend, suggested Anthony move to an Extropian habitat. Somewhere that detested the regulation and restriction of government, but also the collectivist tyranny of the masses; Galt’s Gulch if there ever truly was one. Anthony made plans to, once again, get the Hell out of dodge, because of his rep score though, no Ego-casting facility was willing to send him anywhere. (Not that he would have been at all comfortably leaving his morph with them to begin with.) So instead he had to take the long way and luckily there was a ship for low rep people bound for Extropia. Anthony was sitting in his bunk, watching vids when there was a loud crash, followed by a deep groaning. The AGI captain announced that pirates had stowed away! Next thing Anthony knew, a worker pod pirate stormed into the room he and an uplifted raven named Jimini were staying in and held them both at gunpoint. Thinking quickly, Jimini distracted the pirate, while Anthony rushed at him from behind and subdued him using his skills. Telling his friend to stay there Anthony took the only weapon off the pirate he was comfortable with, a machete. As the pirates patrolled and took hostages, their numbers began to thin. Of course they were able to get out feeds of being under attack, but Anthony had worked on ships like these. He knew where all the hidden compartments and passages were. Taking a page from Die Hard, Anthony used a vent to make his way to the bridge. The Captain, whose name was Argus, had been attacked by a virus the pirates uploaded. His informorph eidolon flickering in and out and boxed in by painful looking code. He was stuck running on the bridge’s computer but unable to do anything. Before revealing himself, Anthony overheard the pirate’s leader speak of their plan. Turns out they were planning to rendezvous with their own ship, and carry all the hostages over to it, “dead” or alive. They had a farcaster on the ship and they planned to take all the hostage egos darkcast them all directly into the hands of the Nine Lives Cartel! Anthony burst from the vent. He lopped the closest pirate’s weapon arm clean off before nailing him in the temple with a backfist. An uplifted dolphin, with zero-g thruster augs on his back, came at him. Anthony barely side stepped in time to see the pirate also had a horn implant that protruded from his melon. The pirate came around for another strike. Anthony waited until the last moment before jumping and flipping his orientation completely, and as he “fell” to the ceiling he slashed at the dolphin’s zero-g thrusters. The pirate went rocketing head first, uncontrolled and at high speed, directly into the bulkhead. Despite the act of killing carrying less permanency, Anthony cringed at the audible squish of the pirate’s brain. The leader of the pirates raised his weapon to shoot Anthony, but Argus was able to wrestle enough control of the bridge to kill the lights for a few moments. Anthony didn’t need his eyes for his blade to draw blood. When the lights came back on the splicer Captain floated limpy behind Anthony. Suddenly the door to the bridge flew open and out came Jimini, along with many of the hostages, now armed with the pirate’s weapons. Jimini had spread word of Anthony’s quick action and skill and the remaining passengers were inspired to fight back against those that would rob them of their freedom. When the A.I. driven pirate ship came, it was suggested by many that they leave the pirates to the Nine Lives, but Anthony stopped them. That was a fate he would not wish upon his worst enemy and convinced the passengers that it would be far better for the pirates to compensate them, than to simply damn them. So they used the pirate’s far-caster to send them back to the Anarchists, with a slightly sarcastic, “You're welcome.” The Anarchists were handed back dangerous criminals to weed out justice however they saw fit, by those whom they had shunned. The collective, constantly fluctuating will, is a crowd Anthony knew he could never please, nor did he want to. But it was at least noted and everyone on the ship had their rep bumped at least a little bit. By the time the ship reached Extropia, the crew of disillusioned anarchists were now loyal to Anthony, and after working out a deal with the grateful Captain Argus, the ship was re-christened Accelerating Returns, and Anthony was made it’s First Officer to succeed Argus when he transferred to a new ship. Taking back the ship made big waves in the mesh, people demanded XP casts and interviews. Anthony was selective in who heard his comments and who got a hold of his XPs. To protect his IP rights, Anthony contracted a Freelance Judge (p. 229 Transhuman) named Alden Cernan for counseling and contract purchasing service. The two became fast friends and connected on many levels. Despite being more than three decades old by this point, Anthony still viewed the Novacrab as something of a mentor figure and the feeling was mutual, as Alden took Anthony on as a kind of Extropian protege. He would eventually reveal that “Alden Cernan” was not his true name, it was a portmanteau of two Apollo Astronauts. Alden had changed it sometime after the colonization of Luna, where he grew up. Anthony’s next challenge came when some punk named Steps was claiming Anthony’s XP cast as his own. Alden had the fury morphed pretender and his client/friend brought before him in an official arbitration hearing. An expert scientist and experienced x-caster both confirmed that Anthony’s claim was genuine and he won the case. Because the breached contract was quite vague on how Anthony could claim compensation, he decided to not just prove this charlatan wrong, but knock him down a few pegs as well. So, an official and public duel was to be held in Progress Plaza. On the day of the event, Anthony dressed for the occasion, wearing a recreation of renaissance duelist garments and sporting a rapier. While Steps had on cargo pants and the only tank top he could be persuaded to wear, and hefted a blade that looked like a giant novelty meat cleaver a la Gears of War. The two brought their weapons to bear, the crowd waited on baited breath, and Alden clapped his pincers to begin the duel. Steps roared as he drug his blade behind him in a charge. Once close enough, he swung the weapon upwards in a wide crescent. Anthony was able to retreat backwards quick enough to avoid the literal “upper-cut” but Steps surprised him when he gripped the hilt of his weapon in both hands and brought it back down. Anthony was able to raise his own weapon in a deflecting guard, along with a side step, otherwise his head would have been split right open, but it was a close call regardless. What Steps lacked in training and finesse, his fury body made up for in strength and focus. The two circled each other, Anthony’s point raised and Steps weapon now slung over his/her shoulders. Spike discreetly whispered a simple word to Anthony. It may have meant nothing to most, but Anthony’s number one assistant knew what references were practically code phrases. Anthony dropped his point and held his weapon behind his back. Steps took the bait and lunged at him with a wide horizontal slash, over-extending himself in the process. Anthony leaned backward and turned on his heels, the blade passing harmlessly over him. With Steps back to him, Anthony did three consecutive slashes, leaving three deep cuts and a “Z” pattern. The crowd laughed and jeered at the reference while Steps turned and fumed, struggling to even know what they were laughing about. Now thoroughly angry, Steps dropped any pretense of caution and charged straight for Anthony, cleaver overhead. Anthony calmy thrusted his point into Steps’ armpit, directly below the shoulder; that arm went limp and Steps’ cleaver spun away across the plaza. Anthony stabbed right above the knee, or at least what he could estimate was the knee through the cargo pants. Steps crumpled before him, now in a zero-g standing rest position, with only his micro-grav shoes keeping him in place. Anthony closed the distance and pulled a dagger from his belt. Placing the dagger against Step’s throat, he simply told him that if he needed help procuring a new morph, he knew a guy. Then Anthony sent him Dr. Palmer’s contact info before slitting his throat. Again, Anthony caught a bit of headlines for the stunt, some calling it a drawn out execution, others a display of great skill, and still others a self-indulgent fantasy. With Argus’ transfer to a new vessel and a contract with a Titanian shipping company, Anthony was now the Captain of Accelerating Returns and Jimini, made his First Officer. With a whole ship, a loyal crew, and good standing with a new home; Anthony was contemplating how he should proceed when Spike appeared at the corner of his vision. He was absentmindedly reading a comic book. A masked man with a cape and sword shown on the cover. That’s when it hit him! If Alden could reinvent himself, why couldn’t he? So Anthony underwent bio-sculpting to reflect the image of an animal he always identified as, fabbed up some steampunk neo-renaissance and neo-victorian styled ware, started a new private security enterprise with his crew under the label of “Champion for hire: for all your personal protection, swashbuckling, and privateering needs.”, and lastly changed his name. This transhuman now sails across the outer system, with sword in hand as he defends personal liberty from the predations of criminals and tyrants. He is . . . Captain August Leonid.

Name: Aeon Ludolf Profession: Mercenary Faction: Ultimates Morph: Remade (Lupine body-sculpting) Personal motto: My cause is just. Follow it. My body is a weapon. Sharpen it. Transhumanity is a dispora. Cleanse it! Bio: August Leonid, "Champion for hire" and ship captain was taking a group of settlers to a Pandora Gate. The majority of them were bio-conservative and feared ego casting, so they contracted August and his crew to ferry them safely to the gateway where they would start a new life in a new colony. Unfortunately, they passed too close into Ultimate controlled space. The Accelerating Returns was fired upon and sustained considerable damage. The ship wasn't in any way compromised, but they could not fight back and wouldn't last long if they tried to flee. The Ultimates contacted the Captain and asked why he intruded on their territory. August tried to explain it was a simple navigational error and that there were families in cryo chambers. To the Captains galling horror, the Ultimates took this as an invitation to destroy the ship. Seeing the mostly flat and bio-con settlers as fair targets, their crime being weakness. They assured August they would refund him and his crew's resleeving and ship damages in a tone as calmly apologetic as a technical support staff. August thought up the only defense he had left, a challenge to single combat. With the condition that, if August could best their greatest on hand fighter, they would let the ship go. The Ultimates agreed. They sent a small shuttle to dock with the transport and out stepped a Remade, armed with a monofilament xiphos. August used his own monofilament talwar. The two fought in an open space on the ship, August's crew and the awoken settlers watching. The combat stretched on for hours; deteriorated steadily from two masters with graceful forms, to tighter knife fighting techniques, to eventually a brutal barehanded brawl. In the end, both fighters collapsed, panting, bleeding, and exhausted. The Ultimate's champion asked with heavy breath why the Extropian would use such strength and skill to defend the weak and death bound. August said because he believed there were many avenues of strength and power, and that he would allow all those he could the opportunity to become strong. Though the duel was a draw, the Ultimates deemed August and his crew worthy of passage. August departed with a smile. He thought that, perhaps in some small way, he may have made at least some Ultimates a little more open minded to other avenues of thought. . . . . No such luck. The Ducti, named Alexander, who had originally stopped the Accelerating Returns indeed had become intrigued by the Extropian fighter, but not for his mindset, rather how deeply he held it. Alexander wanted to add August to the Ultimate ranks. So he put together a task force, and when August paid a visit to a Consortium habitat, they swooped into the ego-casting facility and stole one of his backups. August was made aware of the fork napping, but never suspected the culprits. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The alpha fork was given the new name of Aeon Ludolf. At first, he was no more predisposed to the Ultimates than his predecessor, saying he would never join them. The Ducti did not want to perform psycho-surgery as August's fervent idealism was the primary reason he wanted him in the first place and playing with the fork's mind might undermine that belief. So instead, Alexander put the enslaved infomorphs to work, putting Aeon through a regime of memetic bombardments. He was in a simulspace of the Ultimates' making, so their wasn't much the fork could do to resist. That is, if he even knew he was under attack. They gave him the equivalent of a decent sized apartment, which he was confident he could live in forever knowing he was still out there somewhere in the system carrying on the good fight and may even attempt a rescue. However, by influencing the programs he viewed, mesh pages he read, even his dreams, the infomorphs and AGIs were able to get Aeon curious about the Ultimates. They heavily played up the themes of meritocracy, individualism, and ceremony; knowing Aeon would respond to it. Eventually, Aeon agreed to become an initiate, with the caveat he was free to leave should he not like it. Alexander agreed with a smile, for he knew Aeon had already made up his mind. ~ ~ ~ ~ Now Aeon has reached the title of Exemplar among the Ultimates. His skill in close combat has grown to the point that he is a regular contender at the annual games on Xiphos. His reputation outside of the Ultimates however, has become less than spectacular. Possessing all of his original's passion and fervor, but with suppressions of his usual charm and compassion; any habitat he goes to hosts an obnoxious and pretentious elitist. Aeon is so convinced, like many Ultimates, that their way, is the best way and there's no room for interpretation in his mind anymore. ((OOC: For all intents and purposes, my evil counterpart.))

[code] [right][font=Courier][color=green]Katya [b]:Known Name[/b] Skinthetic Licensed Body Broker [b]:Public Profession[/b] and licensed modifier Venusian [b]:Public Profession[/b][/font][/color] [font=Courier][color=green]Olga, Red Angel, Tails, Grabby [b]:Known Aliases [/b][/color][/right][/font] [/code] [font=Courier][color=green]Not too much is known by Firewall about Katya. Born some time before the fall, she only resurfaced in the public eye within recent years; not much is known about the time she spent during the years before and during the fall. However, what is known about her is the events after the fall.[/color][/font] [font=Courier][color=green]Believed to be a former contractor of Direct Action, she appears in several well hidden vids from exoplanet colonies, mars, and a few other places which cannot be identified, seemingly on exsurgent cleanup and peace keeping missions. On a rare occasion, she may talk about these events to customers and acquaintances who inquire about her past with a sense of nostalgia.[/color][/font] [font=Courier][color=green]However, what she doesn't speak about is why she no longer works her old jobs any longer. [s]It is believed she is a low level async as the rare video of her later on in her mercenary career shows her to be out of sorts, spaced out, and acting as if she is dealing with undue stress in her life, when she thrived in high stress environments before hand.[/s][b]§[/b] Not only that, but she has grown a penchant for touching people near by, sometimes at inappropriate times; and she doesn't like being left alone. In fact, she makes it a point to make physical contact with everyone she meets.[/color][/font] [font=Courier][color=green][b]§ UPDATE:[/b] It is currently believed that Katya is not an async by Firewall as of [b][redacted][/b] due to her being spotted in a partially skinned steel morph where only the head is skinned to look human. The rest of this morph is visibly synth.[/color][/font] [font=Courier][color=green]She has also become emotionally erratic and unpredictable and has been known to grow violent at times for seemingly little to no reason.[/color][/font] [size=3]Sorry for the terrible writing.[/size]

Name: Wei Anguó Alias: Fixer Occupation: Information Dealer, Fixer and Hacker Faction Allegiance: Independent Criminal Background: Martian, second generation colonist, Hypercorp Citizen. Gender ID: Neutral, Usually identify with morph's gender. Age: 46 Objective years Common Morphs: *Heavily Modified Gargoyle. (Combat variant) *Sylph with Ruster germline inserts of Chinese phenotype. Original Morph: *Ruster with Eideitic Memory Skillset Hacking, Infiltration, Social Engineering, Networking, Computer Sciences. History Originally the son of two scientist working on Mars (That had originally came from Hong Kong), Wei spent the thirty-six years prior to the fall studying different matters; Memetics, Computer Sciences, Robotics and more. But then the fall occurred. Although to most people the fall was a traumatic event, Wei merely woke on a body bank slab in Olympus several months later, having died somewhere in what was now the TITAN containment zone. Having lost virtually all assets, his family and his job, Wei sold his services to the highest bidder, eventually getting hired for a five year contract for Solaris, officially as a data analyst. Officiously, it was something else. Five years later, he was freed from his contract, left with a large amount of money and yet another gaping hole in his memories. For the second half of the decade following the fall, Wei has set himself as an information broker and a master of corporate espionage. His goal remain simple; finding out what happened to him. Notes *Firewall Sentinel *Strong ties to criminal networks *Has developed an almost paranoid attitude about memory loss, only sleeving morph with memory enhancement and keeps extensive XP records. *Favors Synthetic morph over Biological ones.

Public Profile- Name: Angus TF0BF-8493-15ΣΠ Occupation: Habitat Technician Faction Allegiance: Titanian Commonwealth Background: Original Space Colonist Gender ID: Male Morph: Ghost Age: ≈65 (unconfirmed) Skillset: Life Support System Tech; Recycling Sytems Tech; Pilot. Background: Listed in modern records as a citizen of the Titanian Commonwealth, despite having lived there for only 16 years, although, crucially, was there when the NAC became the TC, which simply made citizens out of everyone working there at the time. On BF 5, took a long haul contract accompanying scientists out to the Kuiper Belt, they were unaware of the Fall until two years after it started, even hurrying, they didn't get back to Lunar until AF 1. Was a life-long Splicer until an unspecified egocast accident in AF 2 whereupon, he acquired, (and traded in), his first Ghost biomorph. His reasons for trading in that Ghost for a DNA true Ghost are also unspecified, psychosurgery records are sealed, (spent six months in an institution for aggressive psycho-surgery treament), presumably, the answers to many queries might be answered there. In AF 5, along with a small crew of technicians, worked his way from Lunar to Mars, stopping at habitats and stations along the way, offering technical servies in exchange for supplies - mostly gratefully received by those habs, only two, reportedly, denied access to the team. Arrived on Mars in AF 8 and continued to work as he had: going from one place to another - repairing/upgrading/servicing life support systems or recycling systems in exchange for supplies or simple human contact. Somewhere along the way, acquired a Smart Cat Cheetah, which is now his constant companion. [SYSTEM: FURTHER REPORTS ONLY AVAILABLE TO SYSTEM ADMIN] proceed - y/n?

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....Request received, please wait......... ................ID Confirmed - Access approved.........Processing. ******************************* Firewall report: Subject 756EO9 Compiled by: Proxy Aaron [REDACTED] First Contact: Lunar AF 2 Name: Angus TF0BF-8493-15ΣΠ Occupation: Habitat Technician Faction Allegiance: Titanian Commonwealth Background: Original Space Colonist Morph: Ghost Age: Unknown. Skillset: Technician, Pilot, Espionage[sup][size=8][citation needed][/size][/sup], Assassin[sup][size=8][citation needed][/size][/sup]. [SYSOP NOTE] This is a transcript of a verbal report, colloquialisms and informal speech are retained.[SYSOP NOTE: CLOSED] [ADMIN NOTE] All proxies, if you could keep this file clear of speculation it would be appreciated. Quite frankly, if what you are suggesting is even half true, it is too horrifying to consider.[ADMIN NOTE: CLOSED] Report: "Proxy Aaron [REDACTED] reporting from Luna. Firstly, despite most records being lost from Earth, the nomenclature of his accepted "surname" is a serial number that has not been in use for over 130 years, we have no reason to believe that he acquired the serial number in any other way than that it was issued to him in that time. In conversations [DEBRIEFING FILE: 45139738-OGR], he has knowledge that predates any records we have recovered. We became aware of an event in NEO, the kill-sats in region [REDACTED] began firing on several objects which, unfortunately, will forever be unidentified. Investigations led us to the wreckage of the TITAN infested "Apocolyptika" station in NEO. Observations indicated a small disturbance, then we became aware of something slowly drifting toward us, a little larger than a biomorph and mostly covered in an invisibility sheath. Despite the obvious danger, and no small amount of quarantined investigation, Angus boarded our shuttle. He still refuses to say much about what he was doing on "Apocolyptika" other than repeating that he was one of the original techs contracted to build the station, when it was designed to be a medical research hub, [REFER "Havenhurst Medical Systems"], then was bought out and repurposed as a bureaucratic hellhole, [REFER "PanSec Equity Partners and Assoc. Inc"], and then, finally, as the hedonistic, night-club it became shortly before the Fall. Additional: While collecting data on his claimed egocast accident, we can confirm that there was no malfeasance on the part of the egocasting company. Unfortunately, we did find that other egocasters had 'lost' other ego signals at one point or another - big; small; corporate; darkcast, they all report a few losses here and there. Not enough to throw up any red flags, but industry-wide, [REDACTED][ADMIN NOTE]There is no place for speculation here. Especially not two hours worth of conversation.[ADMIN NOTE: CLOSED] Recommendation: We need to keep Angus under surveillance and determine if he will be of benefit to Firewall. Still too many questions he can't answer, probably never will, the first three months of psychosurgery required to keep him sane had him locked up in isolation for his own safety. ******************************* Firewall report: Subject 756EO9 Addendum AF 2 Compiled by: Proxy Aaron [REDACTED] Report: Finally managed to get that SMRG off Angus for registration purposes. Another A-grade mystery here, the SMRG is an SL-228-AD/UB, incredibly rare and only issued to the Chinese military - from Shen Long Military Research Base. Even the underbarrel seeker launcher is Shen Long issue. 100% betting that the Sniper Rail Rifle he also humps around is a Shen Long Special. Oh, and one other thing, he has two of each of the weapons and claims to have the blueprints of both. Additional: While examining the Underbarrel Seeker launcher, we identified the payload as Plasmaburst, 2 shots fired recently, 7 shots remaining. Intriguing. ******************************* Firewall report: Subject 756EO9 Addendum AF 6 Compiled by: Proxy Aaron [REDACTED] Report: Second contact from Angus as he continues on his way to Mars, yet another habitat infected by an Exsurgent virus, this one he had to fight to keep the infected out until the ship could disengage the dock. Recommend sending out a clean-up detail: [OPERATION REPORT 789478-AHE-9] ******************************* Firewall report: Subject 756EO9 Addendum AF 8 Compiled by: Proxy Aaron [REDACTED] Report: After two more Exsurgent reports, Angus has reached Mars, transferring all files and relevant data to Proxy Mathtilda [REDACTED]. ************[REPORT ENDS]*************

--Public Profile Loaded, Subject: Samuel Unger 'Sponge' -- Name: Samuel Unger Nicknames: Samantha, Sam, Sponge Age:26 chronologically, 34 Technically Bio: Samuel Unger Led a relatively mundane life, as far as pre-fall lives are concerned. Signing himself away for a chance at backing his mind up with the pre-fall corporation 'Skies divided' whose assets and Data was absorbed by several modern Hypercorps. Working whatever low-paying jobs he could, Samuel was never particularly important or wealthy and as far as Continuity goes, its unknown when exactly Samuel died, or if the original still survives on a post fall earth, but after the fall, Samuel had no skills or defining traits that made him stand out any more then any other Infugee, and while his contract garunteed swift-reinstatement, his contract had long ago been lost, and likely did not apply to the current owners of his ego. As such, he wasn't ever re-instated officially, and may have not been re-instated for a long time. However, Samuel's ego was stolen in 8 AF from the small database it was kept in, by a group suspected to be ID Crew in origin. The ego was sold illegally to a private individual in a distant outer rim Brinker habitat. Samuel was kept in a Case modified with a Synthetic mask, giving the morph a short statured female appearance, which was designed to purposefully clash with Samuel's Gender identity for the amusement and possible arousal of his employer. Kept as a personal assistant, approximately 9 months ago, Samuel somehow convinced his employer to let him go. He promptly left the habitat on a small Scum ship named "The Blow Hole", and worked to find a niche for himself. Eventually, Thanks to some helpful postings a few months ago, he managed to find himself a job above Iopetus, Helping to construct a new hab In a 3 year contract. However, on a split moment Decision, Samuel Also never left, Forking in that moment, one bearing his identity. Left without a name of his own, As 'he' was already out there Working on a hab, The left behind Samuel Renamed and Re-identified himself, possibly with the help of some Off the record Surgaries, and Is now Samantha, Who has aspirations to open up a Morph business somewhere inner system, Catering nearly exclusivly to those who want Flats. Genuine, cloned, and Pods made to 'feel' like flats. Samantha has made some progress, and currently inhabits a Used basic Pod. --Profile subject notes-- I guess this is pretty close, but pretty sanitized. Personally, I think I was sold directly from storage to My 'employer', but I guess thats not something I can prove. Also I guess I should be thankful the things I had to do under my 'employment' are sketchy, though I guess whoever wrote this knew enough of my reputation to know my nicknames, so Im probably not in the clear. Also, Love how I 'convinced' the sleeze ball to let me go. -- Profile feed ended. -- ((ooc: Feel free to pm me about inaccuracies and critiques. I kept things vague, perhaps to a fault, to not stumble over too much canon, but Im pretty new to EP, and only have the core rules.))