Corpse

Corpse

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Discord	peep_the_dictator#6484
Reddit	[1]
Metatype	SURGE Human/Dryad
Street Cred	0
Notoriety	0
Public Awareness	0
CDP	0
D.O.B.	04/07/2060
Age	26
Folder	[2]
Priority	Metatype - E Attributes - E Magic/Resonance - A Skills - B Resources - B
#Max IGs/Ascension	1
# Optional Infected powers allowed	0
Essence(Current/Max):	6/12
# Optional Drake powers available	Major Powers:0 or Minor Powers:0

Content Warnings

- Sexual Abuse

- Kidnapping

- Loss of a person's agency

- Body Horror

- Human Trafficking

Character Information

Summary

Corpse is a Marionette man who has been biosculpted to resemble a female game character. He escaped one of Bonraku’s doll houses with extensive personal sacrifice, and seeks to free as many of the unwilling dolls as possible.

Goals

- Kill the man who kidnapped him.

- Help others in his situation.

- Reconstitute the corpse of his lover as an ally spirit.

- Find the man who rended his mind with the info-hazards.

CW Aware Background (Sanitized)

Basil was born and raised in the Alaskan UCAS where he had a loving childhood and a budding career. Though, getting caught up in a Horizon scheme, he was kidnapped and made into a Bunraku. He awakened and escaped, and now runs under the alias of Corpse.

Background

Growing Up

Basil grew up in Alaska, back before life got cold. His world wasn’t harsh or cruel like people like to say. He had parents. Decent ones. Xander and Rose weren’t complicated people, and Basil never needed them to be. They were present. Meals came hot and regular. Nights came quiet. He remembered that part most.

He liked small things. Puppets, mostly. Carved wood. Old plastic marionettes from secondhand shops that smelled like dust and mildew. The stillness of them appealed to him. Faces frozen in quiet, perfect expressions. He could spend hours working the strings, pulling joints into careful motion, making them dance until his hands ached.

There weren’t many places in his town for a boy like Basil to belong, but the small queer community folded him in without question. He didn’t need to explain himself there. He didn’t have to. He could exist, soft voiced, small, different. People understood without needing to say anything.

When Horizon showed up, Basil thought his life would stay simple. He thought he could keep it that way.

Young Adult

Corporate promises don’t need to be cruel to kill something. Horizon taught him that. It wasn’t malice that sharpened Basil into a tool. Just process. Just efficiency.

He took the implants. Learned how to work systems. Slipped into the machine, not because he believed in it, but because it was easier than fighting against it. Basil wasn’t built for spotlights anyway. He worked backend. Did what was needed.

He met a girl there. Emma. She laughed softly and listened harder. He never said what he felt, but he didn’t need to. She understood that much, at least.

She asked him to come to a cosplay convention with her once. Northern UCAS. Some throwaway event where people wore bright wigs and fake smiles. He agreed.

They were taken from the parking lot before they even made it through the doors.

Pre-Runner Adulthood

Basil wouldn't know this for years, but later, he would learn it's called the Dollhouse.

They took his name first. Then the parts of him that made it matter. Personafix modules did the work quickly, erasing him line by line until there wasn’t much left to cut.

Surgeries followed. Bones broken. Skin shaped into what someone else wanted. He became a product. A marionette again, only this time the strings weren’t in his hands.

When the surgeries left him quadriplegic, the Dollhouse found new value in his broken body. Clients liked the helplessness. They called it art.

He would’ve let himself fade, but Emma was there. Close enough that he could hear her breathing if he concentrated hard enough. Her mind was gone, but her body was still moving. Still obeying.

Until a client broke her; Hands red. Dull eyes.

Something in Basil snapped.

Magic didn’t come in a flash. It came in the slow, unbearable weight of anger that had nowhere else to go. His mind burned through the programming, cracking open the matrix woven bindings in his skull.

His body wouldn’t move, but his mind didn’t need it to.

Emma’s corpse did.

He raised her. Bound what was left of her into something half-living, half-memory. Used her hands to cut his own apart, severing his hand so he could feed it into the ritual. It wasn’t clean magic. It wasn’t skilled. It was desperation. He tied her to himself with blood and hope and hate, and in doing so, he ruined whatever part of himself was still salvageable.

When the mana in the Dollhouse finally snapped from the weight of his spell, he burned with it.

Pre-Haven

He crawled from the wreckage. Not literally. His body didn’t move anymore.

Others did.

In Seattle, people started calling him Corpse. It started as a joke, a mage who didn’t show up to runs except as a spirit or drone wearing his voice. But the name stuck. Everything about him felt wrong to people who looked too close. The way his spirits moved. The way they remembered Emma’s posture when he wasn’t paying attention.

The real Emma, was kept in a cryo freezer. Not for magic. Not for experiments. Just to keep her from rotting. He told himself he’d find a way to bury her properly someday, but the programming in his head kept him from explaining why he cared.

So people assumed the worst. He let them.

His reputation grew, like everything else: slowly, and without his consent. Some feared him. Some pitied him. Most just avoided him.

But none of that mattered.

Corpse wasn’t trying to build a life.

He was just trying to finish one.

What the character doesn't know

- There is a group of Yakuza members that have been snatching and making Bunraku out of burgeoning corporate assets as a way of collecting payment. Horizon nukes their existence from orbit so long as they're allowed to continue their operations with the debt in question paid. They do this to get Bunraku, enforcers under threat of debt and death, mages they brand and take in. Whatever the two groups agree will pay the debt. Though this arrangement is more the local Yakuza pressing them than them willingly releasing assets, this is still the case.

- There was a man who came in occasionally to 'visit' with Basil, who would talk for hours on end about the end of the world and an impending threat because he thought that Basil couldn't respond. This has left Basil wondering why, and left him angry with the curse of such knowledge.

Narrative Significant Qualities

Positive

- Biocompatibility (Cyberware)

- Erased

- Ex Att (Mag)

- History Is Not As Certain As We Are Taught

- Mentor Spirit (Raven + Mask)

Negative

- Blank Slate

- Phobia (Common, Moderate) (Unwanted Physical Contact)

- Quadriplegic

SURGE Qualities

Positive

- Glamour

- Metagenic Improvement

- Metahuman Traits (Dwarf [Gnome]) - Innately Short

Negative

- Berserker

- Cold-Blooded

- Impaired Attribute (Bod)

- Nocturnal

- Symbiosis

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Affiliations

Contacts

Contact	Connection	Loyalty	Archetype	Profession	Aspects	Chips

In Character Information

Matrix Search Table

Threshold	Result
1	N/A
3	N/A
6	N/A

Shadow Community Table

Threshold	Result
1
3
5

Assensing Table

Threshold	Result
1	Malnourished, Quadriplegic, Helpless & Angry, Awakened
2	Cosmetic Surgery [Marionette], Cyber Genitalia
3	Control Rig (Alpha), Synthetic Left Hand (Alpha)
4	Mentor Spirit (Raven), Sex Change (Girl), Severe Biosculpting x8 (7 removed), Sleep Regulator
5	Metaposeur (Dryad)

SINs

Cassie Imegin [UCAS] - R5

Character Plot Hooks

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