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=Content Warnings=
This character is a Bunraku escapee, meaning the following themes will be displayed. There is a sanatized version of his backstory above the full version. It is very short to keep a very tight veil over everything. Despite this, I do hope you enjoy the character.
- '''Heavily Veiled Sexual Abuse'''
- '''Kidnapping'''
- '''Loss of a person's agency'''
- '''Body Horror'''
- '''Human Trafficking'''


=Character Information=
=Character Information=


===Summary===
===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.
Corpse is someone who has been biosculpted to resemble a marionette. 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===
===Goals===
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- Reconstitute the corpse of his lover as an ally spirit.
- 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 convention where the Red Dragon Association set up a plot to get back at the convention's organizers, he was kidnapped and made into a Bunraku. He awakened and escaped, and now runs under the alias of Corpse.
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==Background==
==Background==
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'''Growing Up'''
'''Growing Up'''


Life wasn’t always cold in Alaska. Not for Basil, anyway. His childhood was a warm cocoon of small comforts, laughter slipping through rooms gently lit by lamps whose bulbs always seemed half-asleep. His parents, Xander and Rose, were the steady heartbeat of that home; present, caring, real enough to fill his memories with the kind of glow most kids only see on faded trideo reruns.
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.


Basil was always drawn to the little things—the things most people overlooked. Puppets, carved from wood or molded in plastic, small faces forever frozen in smiles. He’d spend hours bringing them to life, fingertips guiding strings, pulling limbs into dance. The rest of the world slipped away when he performed, replaced by quiet wonder, as if all that existed were the puppets, the soft swaying lights, and Basil himself, guiding his small creations gently into story.
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.


Effeminate and quiet, Basil found his place among people who understood what it was to feel different, to live quietly apart from expectations. The queer community in his city became a refuge, a second home where no one questioned the quiet boy who smiled shyly and spoke through puppets far more confidently than he ever did through his own voice.
He worked hard, and a scholarship showed up, Basil thought his life would stay simple. He thought he could keep it that way.


And when the recruiter from Horizon came, Basil believed that life would always be this gentle.


'''Young Adult'''
'''Young Adult'''


Promises weren’t worth much in the Sixth World. That was the first lesson Horizon taught Basil when he arrived in Los Angeles, part of their matrix entertainment program. It wasn’t cruelty that taught him that lesson, but the quiet reality of deadlines, pressure, and measured, careful smiles. Horizon sharpened him into a tool, not out of malice, but efficiency.
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. Basil wasn’t built for spotlights anyway. He worked backend. Did what was needed.


Still, Basil thrived. He accepted the cyberware implants, learned to navigate corporate servers with growing confidence, and built a quiet kind of pride in his skillset. He still dreamed small, content to support others from behind the scenes rather than seek a spotlight that never fit him. He belonged, even if the belonging felt manufactured. He belonged—and sometimes, that was enough.
He met a girl there. Emma. She laughed softly and listened patiently. He never said what he felt, but he didn’t need to. She understood that much, at least.


He did manage to catch the eye and fancy of another girl there. A girl named Emma, with a laugh like sunshine and a quiet, curious gaze that reminded him of home. He was never bold enough to say how he felt, but when she invited him to attend the cosplay convention in northern UCAS, Basil allowed himself to believe in a brighter story.
She asked him to come to a cosplay convention with her once. Northern NAN. Some throwaway event where people wore bright wigs and bright smiles. He agreed.


It was supposed to be harmless. Cosplay and laughter, bright wigs and brighter smiles. They went together, hopeful and shy, unaware of the danger hidden behind masks and neon, until hands grabbed them from shadows that should have been safe.
They were taken from the parking lot before they even made it through the doors.


They vanished that day, taken to a place where their names meant nothing, and their dreams even less.


'''Pre-Runner Adulthood'''
'''Pre-Runner Adulthood'''


They called it 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.


Names came first. Discarded, like torn fabric from a puppet’s costume. Personality was next, hollowed out with personafix modules, replaced with precise scripts and carefully rehearsed routines. Bodies were reshaped last: bones delicately broken, skin molded and reshaped to match fantasies crafted by strangers. Basil was transformed into a marionette of porcelain and steel, crafted to serve buyers who valued beauty and obedience above humanity.
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 went wrong, Basil lost what little remained of his control. A spinal injury rendered him quadriplegic, a cruel twist of fate that the Dollhouse masters turned into an asset. They posed him as a tragic rarity—exotic, expensive, exquisite in his helplessness. Customers whispered appreciation at his stillness, called it art, praised the quiet elegance of his surrender.
Though, sometime in this blur, he awakened. Making it ''very'' difficult to justify modding him any more.  


In that haze of helplessness, there was one thing that kept Basil’s fading mind tethered to itself: Emma. She was nearby, trapped in the same porcelain prison. Every stolen glance at her dulled eyes was a blade that carved deeper into him than any surgeon ever could.
Many things followed through the years, injuries that wouldn't heal.


And then came the customer who pushed too far. Basil watched in silent horror as Emma’s fragile life shattered beneath brutal hands. Something snapped inside him, a force more powerful than grief, sharper than agony. It was anger—pure, searing, incandescent rage.
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.


Magic surged forth, unbidden, uncontrolled. It burned through Basil’s mind, mentally be rended the personafix programming that had kept him bound. He Awakened violently, yet his broken body refused to obey. Trapped in flesh that would not move, he reached out the only way he could—through mana and sheer, desperate will.
Then, something changed. Something to do with leylines and where the place ''was'' located.


Emma’s body rose, her movements unnatural, broken. A corpse spirit wearing her face, summoned by his rage and grief. With her trembling hands, Basil spoke commands, desperate and harsh, forcing her to sever the hand from his wrist. Pain barely registered through the storm of his fury. He claimed his own limb as a reagent, channeling his desperation into a ritual of binding, anchoring Emma’s spirit to him, determined to preserve whatever scrap of her remained.
Angry customers, damaged products. People shot dead. SURGEd individuals everywhere.


But such magic exacts a price. The Dollhouse was built on anguish, and his act of necromancy tore through the background count, distorting the mana, changing it, changing him. Basil surged, reshaped yet again by wild mana, emerging as something new, unrecognizable.
Emma stayed down.
 
The rage in Basil didn't. A rage he didn't recognize bubbled up from within among a number of other changes.
 
His body wouldn’t move, but his mind didn’t need it to.
 
The corpses did.
 
Binding what was left of them into something half-living, half-memory. Used their hands to cut his own apart, severing his hand so he could feed it into the ritual. A necro mage's reagent. 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.


Basil died on that blood-soaked floor, alongside Emma. The broken body that remained, still breathing and burning with quiet fury, was something else entirely.


'''Pre-Haven'''
'''Pre-Haven'''


The Dollhouse burned, and Basil burned with it. The shattered husk that emerged into Seattle’s rain-slick streets was something else. The other runners he found called him Corpse, first as a bitter joke: a quadriplegic mage who never moved, who spoke only through the pale bodies he sent in his place. Soon, the nickname stuck, a name carved from irony and whispered in wary respect.
He crawled from the wreckage. Not literally. His body didn’t move anymore. The animated body he had at the time.
 
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... the body, not the spirit, he kept hooked to life support. Just to keep her from dying. He told himself he’d find a way to help her properly someday, but the programming in his head kept him from explaining why he cared.
 
His reputation grew. Some feared him. Some pitied him. Most just avoided him.
 
Though, as always, that was never the point.


Emma stayed with him, too, though not as he wished. Her remains lay locked within a cryogenic freezer, carefully hidden and fiercely guarded. He couldn’t bear to leave her behind; somewhere deep inside, a fragment of Basil still lived, longing for her dignity, for a proper burial, for closure. Yet the scars of the Dollhouse ran deep. The lingering personafix routines bound his tongue, tangled his mind… He could never explain why he kept her body so close. To others, it seemed an unsettling possessiveness, the fixation of a broken man clinging to the last reminder of humanity.
Then, with a final exhale, Corpse entered Seattle after he was offered a job. The rest was history.


He could live with that misunderstanding, if only he found a way to bring her peace. Until then, Corpse walked the shadows without walking at all, sending spirits and synthetic drones in his place, existing as little more than a ghost in the Matrix, a whisper of power in the astral.
 
'''Things Explained'''
 
- Basil was a Bunraku for a Red Dragon Association in a building over in China that went up in flames after a lay-line mana-spike incident having to do with a rather large ritual. One of the Bunraku died after their SURGE caused their cyberware to violently combust after exposed wires met with synth-wood, this happened sometime in 2084. [https://shadowrun.fandom.com/wiki/Red_Dragon_Association More Info]
 
- Basil was kidnapped alongside a number of other people at a convention in the 2070's after several threats were made on the convention's organizers pressing them for cash. They didn't pay up, so they killed some of the convention goers and kidnapped others, leaving the convention to bleed out and die after the scandal was then leaked to the news. The creators of the event went missing 2 months after this event.
 
- Basil was brought into the Red Dragon Association as a Bunraku, but awakened soon after the first few cosmetic surgeries. Leaving them puzzled and deeply disappointing that they (quote) "ripped up a good mage". They tried to get him to perform magic with his personafix, but he was always resistant to do so. Leaving them to keep him as a high value asset inside the Bunraku asset, but never really releasing him in case he started to perform magic. Though, this is something Basil did out of a deep vendetta ingrained into who he was as a person.
 
- Emma is a mundane woman who was made to be a Bunraku alongside Basil, and was injured alongside him while the two were there on their tenure. She was saved by him, though she remains severely injured and cannot live on her own. She has Antipathy, as her sense of self wasn't so gravely injured by the personafix due to a high will. She is now a dependent that Basil works to support. Though she has stated on multiple occasions that she doesn't understand why he does this given that she knows he has no will of his own any longer.


== Narrative Significant Qualities ==
== Narrative Significant Qualities ==


===Positive===
===Positive===
- Biocompatibility (Cyberware)
- Erased
- Ex Att (Mag)
- History Is Not As Certain As We Are Taught
- Mentor Spirit (Raven + Mask)


===Negative===
===Negative===
- Blank Slate
- Dependent (Demanding)
- Phobia (Common, Moderate) [Physical Contact]
- Prejudiced (Specific, Outspoken) [Red Dragon Association]
- Quadriplegic
== SURGE Qualities ==
===Positive===
- Glamour
- Metagenic Improvement
- Vermonasal Organ
===Negative===
- Berserker
- Cold-Blooded
- Impaired Attribute (Bod)
- Mood Hair
- Nocturnal
- Third Eye


==Run History==
==Run History==
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==Matrix Search Table==
==Matrix Search Table==
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==Shadow Community Table==
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{{SearchTable|
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==Assensing Table==
==Assensing Table==
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|Result1= Malnourished, Quadriplegic, A Void Where Feelings Should Be, Awakened
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|Result2= Cosmetic Surgery [Marionette], Cyber Genitalia
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|Result3= Control Rig (Alpha), Synthetic Left Hand (Alpha)
|Result4=
|Result4= Mentor Spirit (Raven), Severe Biosculpting, Sleep Regulator
|Result5=
|Result5= Metaposeur (Dryad)
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==SINs==
==SINs==
Cassie Imegin [UCAS] - R5


==Appearance==
==Appearance==

Latest revision as of 06:14, 26 July 2025

Corpse
File:Placeholder.jpg
Discordpeep_the_dictator#6484
Reddit[1]
MetatypeSURGE Human/Dryad
Street Cred0
Notoriety0
Public Awareness0
CDP0
D.O.B.04/07/2060
Age26
Folder[2]
PriorityMetatype - E
Attributes - E
Magic/Resonance - A
Skills - B
Resources - B
#Max IGs/Ascension1
# Optional Infected powers allowed0
Essence(Current/Max):6/12
# Optional Drake powers availableMajor Powers:0 or Minor Powers:0


Content Warnings

This character is a Bunraku escapee, meaning the following themes will be displayed. There is a sanatized version of his backstory above the full version. It is very short to keep a very tight veil over everything. Despite this, I do hope you enjoy the character.

- Heavily Veiled Sexual Abuse

- Kidnapping

- Loss of a person's agency

- Body Horror

- Human Trafficking

Character Information

Summary

Corpse is someone who has been biosculpted to resemble a marionette. 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 convention where the Red Dragon Association set up a plot to get back at the convention's organizers, 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.

He worked hard, and a scholarship 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. 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 patiently. 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 NAN. Some throwaway event where people wore bright wigs and bright smiles. He agreed.

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


Pre-Runner Adulthood

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.

Though, sometime in this blur, he awakened. Making it very difficult to justify modding him any more.

Many things followed through the years, injuries that wouldn't heal.

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.

Then, something changed. Something to do with leylines and where the place was located.

Angry customers, damaged products. People shot dead. SURGEd individuals everywhere.

Emma stayed down.

The rage in Basil didn't. A rage he didn't recognize bubbled up from within among a number of other changes.

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

The corpses did.

Binding what was left of them into something half-living, half-memory. Used their hands to cut his own apart, severing his hand so he could feed it into the ritual. A necro mage's reagent. 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.


Pre-Haven

He crawled from the wreckage. Not literally. His body didn’t move anymore. The animated body he had at the time.

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... the body, not the spirit, he kept hooked to life support. Just to keep her from dying. He told himself he’d find a way to help her properly someday, but the programming in his head kept him from explaining why he cared.

His reputation grew. Some feared him. Some pitied him. Most just avoided him.

Though, as always, that was never the point.

Then, with a final exhale, Corpse entered Seattle after he was offered a job. The rest was history.


Things Explained

- Basil was a Bunraku for a Red Dragon Association in a building over in China that went up in flames after a lay-line mana-spike incident having to do with a rather large ritual. One of the Bunraku died after their SURGE caused their cyberware to violently combust after exposed wires met with synth-wood, this happened sometime in 2084. More Info

- Basil was kidnapped alongside a number of other people at a convention in the 2070's after several threats were made on the convention's organizers pressing them for cash. They didn't pay up, so they killed some of the convention goers and kidnapped others, leaving the convention to bleed out and die after the scandal was then leaked to the news. The creators of the event went missing 2 months after this event.

- Basil was brought into the Red Dragon Association as a Bunraku, but awakened soon after the first few cosmetic surgeries. Leaving them puzzled and deeply disappointing that they (quote) "ripped up a good mage". They tried to get him to perform magic with his personafix, but he was always resistant to do so. Leaving them to keep him as a high value asset inside the Bunraku asset, but never really releasing him in case he started to perform magic. Though, this is something Basil did out of a deep vendetta ingrained into who he was as a person.

- Emma is a mundane woman who was made to be a Bunraku alongside Basil, and was injured alongside him while the two were there on their tenure. She was saved by him, though she remains severely injured and cannot live on her own. She has Antipathy, as her sense of self wasn't so gravely injured by the personafix due to a high will. She is now a dependent that Basil works to support. Though she has stated on multiple occasions that she doesn't understand why he does this given that she knows he has no will of his own any longer.

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

- Dependent (Demanding)

- Phobia (Common, Moderate) [Physical Contact]

- Prejudiced (Specific, Outspoken) [Red Dragon Association]

- Quadriplegic

SURGE Qualities

Positive

- Glamour

- Metagenic Improvement

- Vermonasal Organ

Negative

- Berserker

- Cold-Blooded

- Impaired Attribute (Bod)

- Mood Hair

- Nocturnal

- Third Eye

Run History

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Affiliations

Contacts

Contact Connection Loyalty Archetype Profession Aspects Chips
Axolotl 5 1 Fixer Sneaky Snake Metasapients, Aztechnology, Metaplanar Guide, Talislegging, Corporate Security, Magical Security Even
Dr. Triboulet 4 2 Gear Mortician/Talismonger (Necro-Magic) Resurrectionist, Charles Triboulet: Reanimator, A Man of Class, Relax! I'm a doctor!, Overworked, Well-Stocked Medicine Cabinet, Memento Mori Even


Organizations

Allies

Enemies

In Character Information

Symbols and Signatures

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, A Void Where Feelings Should Be, Awakened
2 Cosmetic Surgery [Marionette], Cyber Genitalia
3 Control Rig (Alpha), Synthetic Left Hand (Alpha)
4 Mentor Spirit (Raven), Severe Biosculpting, Sleep Regulator
5 Metaposeur (Dryad)

SINs

Cassie Imegin [UCAS] - R5

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