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UDDD: /* Assensing Table */

2023-12-19T20:24:08Z

Assensing Table

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	\|Result2= FLR, with some additional full-body mods and a Datajack.		\|Result2= FLR, with some additional full-body mods and a Datajack.
	\|Result3= The FLR is Greyware, and she has Alphaware wired reflexes. No bioware.		\|Result3= The FLR is Greyware, and she has Alphaware wired reflexes. No bioware.
	\|Result4= 1.3250 Essence, 0 Magic. Her immune system is malfunctioning.		\|Result4= 1.3250 Essence, 0 Magic. Her immune system is actively malfunctioning.
	\|Result5= She has no idea who she is, but her body has healed from many wounds, which she presumably does not remember receiving.		\|Result5= She has no idea who she is, but her body has healed from many wounds, which she presumably does not remember receiving.
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UDDD: /* Matrix Persona */

2023-12-10T23:56:50Z

Matrix Persona

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	===Matrix Persona===		===Matrix Persona===
			Because Eve prefers to interact in Meatspace and attracting Matrix attention makes her anxious, her avatar is simply what she theorizes she would look like without her augments, wearing full biking gear.

	==Character Plot Hooks==		==Character Plot Hooks==

UDDD: /* SINs */

2023-12-08T10:10:25Z

SINs

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	==SINs==		==SINs==
	"Nikita Borislava" (Rating 4) \| Restricted Cybernetics License, Firearm License, Driver's License		"Nikita Borislava" (Rating 4) \| False Restricted Cybernetics License (Rating 4), False Firearm License (Rating 4), False Driver's License (Rating 4)

	==Appearance==		==Appearance==

UDDD: /* Assensing Table */

2023-12-08T10:06:17Z

Assensing Table

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	\|Result2= FLR, with some additional full-body mods and a Datajack.		\|Result2= FLR, with some additional full-body mods and a Datajack.
	\|Result3= The FLR is Greyware, and she has Alphaware wired reflexes. No bioware.		\|Result3= The FLR is Greyware, and she has Alphaware wired reflexes. No bioware.
	\|Result4= 1.3250 Essence, 0 Magic. Her immune system is ~~abnormally weak~~.		\|Result4= 1.3250 Essence, 0 Magic. Her immune system is malfunctioning.
	\|Result5= She has no idea who she is, but her body has healed from many wounds, which she presumably does not remember receiving.		\|Result5= She has no idea who she is, but her body has healed from many wounds, which she presumably does not remember receiving.
	}}		}}


	==SINs==		==SINs==

UDDD: /* Shadow Community Table */

2023-12-06T06:21:17Z

Shadow Community Table

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	{{SearchTable\|		{{SearchTable\|
	\|LowThreshold=1		\|LowThreshold=1
	\|LowResult=		\|LowResult= "The razorgirl with the bangs? She popped up out of nowhere a while back and started picking up runs like no tomorrow. Not much of a talker, though."
	\|MidThreshold=3		\|MidThreshold=3
	\|MidResult=		\|MidResult= "She gets her jobs from [[Sokol]], and this ripperdoc named [[ʔáylx]] is usually the one doing her tune-ups."
	\|HighThreshold=5		\|HighThreshold=5
	\|HighResult=		\|HighResult= "Sometimes, she asks people if they've seen a certain symbol; the letter A inside a circle with a number on it. And based on the fact that she's continued asking, she probably hasn't found a solid answer."
	}}		}}

	==Assensing Table==		==Assensing Table==
	{{AssensingTable\|		{{AssensingTable\|

UDDD at 01:22, 6 December 2023

2023-12-06T01:22:24Z

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	''They perused the downtown shopping malls together first; she had no money, and borrowing a Troll's clothing wouldn't suffice when ʔáylx's arms were the size of her torso. Plus, she needed a commlink, and ʔáylx insisted that she get herself a respirator of some kind; in his diagnostic process, he had found her immune system to be severely damaged, assumedly by the heavy doses of immune suppressant drugs anyone with that much chrome would have to take. She loved athletic streetwear; she somehow knew she always had. ʔáylx seemed more than willing to foot the bill; said it was "the least he could do for someone in need." The next stop, he said, was not so simple; "Let me do the talking. We need to get your paperwork in order." It made sense; as far as the world knew, she didn't exist, nor did anything relating to the symbol tattooed on her side. Or, at least, so a supposed contact had said upon doing "research" at ʔáylx's behest. A few talks with a few mysterious figures later, she had a new name to tell the authorities; "Nikita Borislava." She had come up with it instinctually when the man ʔáylx had met with spoke Russian, and she understood and responded, much to everyone's surprise.''		''They perused the downtown shopping malls together first; she had no money, and borrowing a Troll's clothing wouldn't suffice when ʔáylx's arms were the size of her torso. Plus, she needed a commlink, and ʔáylx insisted that she get herself a respirator of some kind; in his diagnostic process, he had found her immune system to be severely damaged, assumedly by the heavy doses of immune suppressant drugs anyone with that much chrome would have to take. She loved athletic streetwear; she somehow knew she always had. ʔáylx seemed more than willing to foot the bill; said it was "the least he could do for someone in need." The next stop, he said, was not so simple; "Let me do the talking. We need to get your paperwork in order." It made sense; as far as the world knew, she didn't exist, nor did anything relating to the symbol tattooed on her side. Or, at least, so a supposed contact had said upon doing "research" at ʔáylx's behest. A few talks with a few mysterious figures later, she had a new name to tell the authorities; "Nikita Borislava." She had come up with it instinctually when the man ʔáylx had met with spoke Russian, and she understood and responded, much to everyone's surprise.''
	<br>		<br>
	"But those engravings were one of the first things I saw.		"But those engravings were one of the first things I saw."
	''It only seemed natural for Eve to enter the business of Shadowrunning. ʔáylx had taken her to an "old friend" to test her skills. The man, whom the Troll simply called Sokol, was much like her; an Elf with more chrome than flesh, only he was at least in his forties. Every weapon he presented her with, she could use as if she'd practiced for years. Her fists could crack bricks, the jacks in her legs allowed her to take drops that would geek a regular person, and above all, she was quiet; whoever had built her limbs knew she'd be a killer of some kind, and wanted her to be capable of doing it subtly. Sokol presented her with a simple job; steam a few go-gangers for some parts that they'd stolen from him, get paid. He gave her an old Ares Predator III, a couple of mags, and sent her on her way. While it was nothing more than a grab, it quickly became a smash-and-grab when the victims saw her rooting through their supplies for the components Sokol wanted. She didn't take too well to being called "rimbo" by a human half her size who had the nerve to wave a cheap-looking trench knife in her face, even less so to when he left a gash over her orbital socket with the weapon's attached knuckle duster. That being said, she merely meant to knock him out when she swung back. Instead, her fist went in one end, and the kid's brain went out the other. She could barely yell "I DIDN'T MEAN TO-" before the others drew pistols and smudges. As soon as the first shot was fired, all Helix and ʔáylx heard on their end was Eve's voice, suddenly flat and cold, utter one word.`''		''It only seemed natural for Eve to enter the business of Shadowrunning. ʔáylx had taken her to an "old friend" to test her skills. The man, whom the Troll simply called Sokol, was much like her; an Elf with more chrome than flesh, only he was at least in his forties. Every weapon he presented her with, she could use as if she'd practiced for years. Her fists could crack bricks, the jacks in her legs allowed her to take drops that would geek a regular person, and above all, she was quiet; whoever had built her limbs knew she'd be a killer of some kind, and wanted her to be capable of doing it subtly. Sokol presented her with a simple job; steam a few go-gangers for some parts that they'd stolen from him, get paid. He gave her an old Ares Predator III, a couple of mags, and sent her on her way. While it was nothing more than a grab, it quickly became a smash-and-grab when the victims saw her rooting through their supplies for the components Sokol wanted. She didn't take too well to being called "rimbo" by a human half her size who had the nerve to wave a cheap-looking trench knife in her face, even less so to when he left a gash over her orbital socket with the weapon's attached knuckle duster. That being said, she merely meant to knock him out when she swung back. Instead, her fist went in one end, and the kid's brain went out the other. She could barely yell "I DIDN'T MEAN TO-" before the others drew pistols and smudges. As soon as the first shot was fired, all Helix and ʔáylx heard on their end was Eve's voice, suddenly flat and cold, utter one word.`''
	<br>		<br>

UDDD: /* Background */

2023-12-06T01:20:55Z

Background

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	"What I do know, is that..."		"What I do know, is that..."
	''It's routine now. She gets out of the same bed she first woke up in surrounded by ʔáylx's lab equipment, pops supplements and whatever the Troll insists she eat, and waits for a call from Sokol. If it doesn't come, she looks for jobs herself, helps ʔáylx around the house and lab, explores Seattle, or finds a place to train (usually Sokol's home gym). She listens to every word of every employer she meets, and never lets anybody get too close. She doesn't try to ask for much, but she doesn't lowball herself either.''		''It's routine now. She gets out of the same bed she first woke up in surrounded by ʔáylx's lab equipment, pops supplements and whatever the Troll insists she eat, and waits for a call from Sokol. If it doesn't come, she looks for jobs herself, helps ʔáylx around the house and lab, explores Seattle, or finds a place to train (usually Sokol's home gym). She listens to every word of every employer she meets, and never lets anybody get too close. She doesn't try to ask for much, but she doesn't lowball herself either. Every time she does get a call, she rarely comes home without blood on her steel hands, or the spurs that are so often seen alongside them.''
	<br>		<br>
	"They've been the last thing a lot of people have seen since I woke up."		"They've been the last thing a lot of people have seen since I woke up."
	''The second she feels her life to be threatened, she engages. It doesn't matter who she's working for, who's pointing the gun, or who's supposed to be on whose side. Her fists, spurs, and boots will be dripping when ends. And when it does, if she is alive to continue, she is left wondering once again who made her this way. Her nighttime bike rides are when she ponders this the most, and while part of her simply wishes to let her search go and live her new life, she longs for the feelings she remembers in her dreams, and the people who gave her them; the joy of being broke and able to party Downtown for the first time in months, rush of high speed on the freeway with no cares in the world, the warmth of another person. The people behind that logo, the people she assumes took her memory and ~~gave~~ her ~~the qualities of~~ a ~~killer~~... she believes finding them, getting answers, and putting them in the ground to her solution.''		''The second she feels her life to be threatened, she engages. It doesn't matter who she's working for, who's pointing the gun, or who's supposed to be on whose side. Her fists, spurs, and boots will be dripping when ends. And when it does, if she is alive to continue, she is left wondering once again who made her this way. Her nighttime bike rides are when she ponders this the most, and while part of her simply wishes to let her search go and live her new life, she longs for the feelings she remembers in her dreams, and the people who gave her them; the joy of being broke and able to party Downtown for the first time in months, the rush of high speed on the freeway with no cares in the world, the warmth of another person. The people behind that logo, the people she assumes took her memory and turned her into a chromed-out killing machine... she believes finding them, getting answers, and putting them in the ground to her solution.''
	<br>		<br>
	"And mark my words, anybody who gets in my way... if they remember me, it'll be from a hospital bed."		"And mark my words, anybody who gets in my way... if they remember me, it'll be from a hospital bed."

UDDD at 07:10, 5 December 2023

2023-12-05T07:10:30Z

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	\|HighThreshold=5		\|HighThreshold=5
	\|HighResult=		\|HighResult=
			}}
			==Assensing Table==
			{{AssensingTable\|
			\|Result1= Mundane, with a faint signature; not much flesh left on this one. If assensed while in combat, she will seem to have no emotion whatsoever.
			\|Result2= FLR, with some additional full-body mods and a Datajack.
			\|Result3= The FLR is Greyware, and she has Alphaware wired reflexes. No bioware.
			\|Result4= 1.3250 Essence, 0 Magic. Her immune system is abnormally weak.
			\|Result5= She has no idea who she is, but her body has healed from many wounds, which she presumably does not remember receiving.
	}}		}}

UDDD: /* Negative */

2023-12-05T06:51:52Z

Negative

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	===Negative===		===Negative===
	*'''Flashbacks.''' Much like her fighting skill, Eve's mind may not remember what got her where she is, but her body does. She appears stable at most times, even in the trance-like state she seems to enter during combat; the moment someone or something tries to physically restrain her, though, she loses all sight of reality. The people around her become blurry-faced corporate hospital personnel; surgeons holding scalpels, forceps, retractors, and the like, security personnel armed with stun batons and rifles, even administrators, replace the likenesses of those around her. The one commonality these hallucinations share is a patch on their garb, regardless of position; that strange logo ʔáylx found tattooed on her ribs. These hallucinations send her into a frenzy in which she cannot discern between friend and foe until either someone manages to snap her out of them, or they subside naturally.		*'''Flashbacks.''' Much like with her fighting skill, Eve's mind may not remember what got her where she is, but her body does. She appears stable at most times, even in the trance-like state she seems to enter during combat; the moment someone or something tries to physically restrain her, though, she loses all sight of reality. The people around her become blurry-faced corporate hospital personnel; surgeons holding scalpels, forceps, retractors, and the like, security personnel armed with stun batons and rifles, even administrators, replace the likenesses of those around her. The one commonality these hallucinations share is a patch on their garb, regardless of position; that strange logo ʔáylx found tattooed on her ribs. These hallucinations send her into a frenzy in which she cannot discern between friend and foe until either someone manages to snap her out of them, or they subside naturally.
	*'''Social Stress.''' The way her mind- the way she knows it, anyway- was introduced to the world was a bit harrowing. As a result, she doesn't do well around people; when she's with a team, she makes it her job to stand behind whoever's doing the talking and look intimidating.		*'''Social Stress.''' The way her mind- the way she knows it, anyway- was introduced to the world was a bit harrowing. As a result, she doesn't do well around people; when she's with a team, she makes it her job to stand behind whoever's doing the talking and look intimidating.
	*'''Weak Immune System.''' ʔáylx theorized during Eve's initial medical examinations that she had received more immunosuppressant medication than her body could handle, and her immune system suffered permanent damage as a result. She wears a respirator over the lower half of her face nearly everywhere she goes as a preventative measure against airborne toxins and pathogens.		*'''Weak Immune System.''' ʔáylx theorized during Eve's initial medical examinations that she had received more immunosuppressant medication than her body could handle, and her immune system suffered permanent damage as a result. She wears a respirator over the lower half of her face nearly everywhere she goes as a preventative measure against airborne toxins and pathogens.

UDDD: /* Negative */

2023-12-04T16:33:10Z

Negative

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	===Negative===		===Negative===
			*'''Flashbacks.''' Much like her fighting skill, Eve's mind may not remember what got her where she is, but her body does. She appears stable at most times, even in the trance-like state she seems to enter during combat; the moment someone or something tries to physically restrain her, though, she loses all sight of reality. The people around her become blurry-faced corporate hospital personnel; surgeons holding scalpels, forceps, retractors, and the like, security personnel armed with stun batons and rifles, even administrators, replace the likenesses of those around her. The one commonality these hallucinations share is a patch on their garb, regardless of position; that strange logo ʔáylx found tattooed on her ribs. These hallucinations send her into a frenzy in which she cannot discern between friend and foe until either someone manages to snap her out of them, or they subside naturally.
	*'''Social Stress.''' The way her mind- the way she knows it, anyway- was introduced to the world was a bit harrowing. As a result, she doesn't do well around people; when she's with a team, she makes it her job to stand behind whoever's doing the talking and look intimidating.		*'''Social Stress.''' The way her mind- the way she knows it, anyway- was introduced to the world was a bit harrowing. As a result, she doesn't do well around people; when she's with a team, she makes it her job to stand behind whoever's doing the talking and look intimidating.
	*'''Tough and Targeted.''' When Eve looks in the mirror, she often has trouble telling who she sees. Some, however, recognize a threat that she does not; whether it's just her attitude or actions that she can't recall, this hostility has made it occasionally difficult for Eve to avoid conflict in her new life, and brought unwanted attention upon her by those who wish her harm for reasons they refuse to explain.
	*'''Weak Immune System.''' ʔáylx theorized during Eve's initial medical examinations that she had received more immunosuppressant medication than her body could handle, and her immune system suffered permanent damage as a result. She wears a respirator over the lower half of her face nearly everywhere she goes as a preventative measure against airborne toxins and pathogens.		*'''Weak Immune System.''' ʔáylx theorized during Eve's initial medical examinations that she had received more immunosuppressant medication than her body could handle, and her immune system suffered permanent damage as a result. She wears a respirator over the lower half of her face nearly everywhere she goes as a preventative measure against airborne toxins and pathogens.