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

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.

- 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 convention where they Yakuza set up a honey pot scheme, 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

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. 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 UCAS. 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.

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.

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.

The corpses did.

He the bodies. 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.

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. Not for magic. Not for experiments. 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.

So people assumed the worst. Let them.

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

Though, as always, that was never the point.

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

- 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

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), Severe Biosculpting, Sleep Regulator
5	Metaposeur (Dryad)

SINs

Cassie Imegin [UCAS] - R5

Character Plot Hooks

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