Neijing

Neijing

High-tech Hunter, Jaded Doctor
内经
This is somewhere to be. Streets and neon lights. The sky, the world. I'm still alive
Discord	@shitpostbot3000
Reddit	ScrantonAnchor
Metatype	Cybernetic Post Metahuman
Street Cred	20
Notoriety	0
Public Awareness	0
CDP	10
D.O.B.	13th of August, 2057
Age	28
Folder	Folder
Priority	Metatype - C Attributes - A Magic/Resonance - E Skills - E Resources - A
#Max IGs/Ascension	0

Character Information

Summary

A leftover cyborg adopted by the Hong Kong triads, fled to pursue a free life, doing what she was literally made to do: operate drones to cover all sorts of operational parameters

Goals

• Build herself a perfect body, one piece at a time
• Learn how to live as a person and not a glorified drone assistant
• Make the triads hunting her down disappear, somehow

Background

Hong Kong is where things that ought not to mix are mashed togheter. Britain and China, Wuxing and Triads, Man and Machine, and, in the case of Ho Sin, his fatherly tendencies and his work.

A brilliant cybertechnologist at Wuxing, Ho Sin had the honor to be one of the minds behind the Hong Kong's archology cyborg program. It was the infancy of the process, and as such, the process was wasteful and the results often not stable. It took a few years, but the intuition of using cloned brains instead of ones harvested by orphans or kids put up for adoption was a good one. At the price of higher cost, the speciments had flawless genetics, well documented patterns and could even be selected for traits such as neuroplasticity and low immunal response.

However, even this line had its black sheeps, brains that showed promise but not the consistency the execs demanded. But alas, Wuxing is not a company that likes waste, and in the city, their darling triad of the Ten Thousand Lions was surviving but not thriving. So, instead of tossing the imperfect speciments away, they were graciously gifted to the triad, alongside with Ho Sin, a man with the capabilities necessary for maintaining them.

Amongst the brains he took with him, he developed a certain affection with the fourth of the combat line. It was discarded for what he evaluated as a minor issue: allergy to some of the components of the nutrient fluid used in the CCU, easily fixable by "homebrewing" the fluid, it was largely water and sugar anyways.

As any cyborg made from a fresh brain, 4C was put in intensive VR training, partly to emulate decades of training in a few years, and partly to properly remold the otherwise normal metahuman psyche in a way that maximized loyalty and minimized hesitation and mercy. In simulations, 4C proved...peculiar. Not a pacifist by any means, but with a distinct penchant for selecting paths of least resistance. A thinker, more then a fighter. The kind of mind that would be much more fit as a man of science than a mere hitman.

In his transition from Wuxing to the street life, Ho Sin gained a lot of respect and leverage. The only person with the knowledge and the means to mantain the cyborgs, which where the secret weapon that the Lions so desperately needed, and besides that, he was a damn good medic, and had the skills and connections to outfit the Fu Shan Chus with the shiniest chrome. Sure, taking one of the promised cyborgs and keeping it for himself was an insult, plain and simple, but he was simply too valuable to lose, and he knew that.

So, 4C was removed from the project, and became the only person really in the doctor's life. At first, it was treated as an higher capacity agent, the young mind tasked with handling the automated systems in the clinic, passing him tools during operations, cleaning and other such menial tasks. But as superhumanly neuroplatic brains are destined to do, 4C learned and absorbed from all the people it met, and most of all, it slowly mimicked the doctor himself, reaching an intelligence comparable to a 12 year old human after the first year. Ho Sin was arrogant, brash and a mysanthrope, with an undying love for tobacco and women (especially prostitues), and so, 4C gained vestiges of those aspects.

The doctor took this as a wakeup call: the brain was developing like a son would, and the pretense of being an "owner" training a "property" became hard to mantain when that property developed not only a personality, but one that was so close to his. So, he accepted the role, and started acting as a father. In reality, very little changed, being the very same annoying and gross man as always, but also training the cyborg properly became a priority. He knew that he had to make 4C capable of standing on its own two legs and have a valuable skillset, or as soon as his favor within the triad wavered, it would be gang pressed to join the assassin cyborg squad.

The alpha line of clones were technically male, sporting an heavily tailored XXY chromosome set to allow easy genemodding, but when 4C started describing herself in female terms, he had no qualms about it, after all, can this be considered transition when she never had a body to begin with?

4C got trained in rigger skills, as she had already the hardware for the job, and the streetdoc trade, being a blend of medicine, first aid and cybertechnology. To his distaste, the kid developed a liking for traditional Chinese medicine, which was and still is hugely popular in the Sixth World Hong Kong. He categorically refused to teach her that "insane anti scientific bullshit" personally, but never stopped her visits to Wuya, a Heung Chu well versed in the traditions,

In a couple of years, they were close to equal, the old man being by far the most experienced, but with 4C's fierce intelligence and capacity of literally picking the right body for the job making her valued by civilians and triad clients alike. These were the best years of her life, enjoying unbridled freedom, being able to roam the streets of her city in the form of a flying drone, being immersed in the smells and colors, forging connections with customers, secretly doing acupuncture behind her father's back.

But all good things are destined to end, and the end became in the form of the death of the Shan Chu, or supreme leader, of the Ten Thousand Lions. The triad reigned supreme in Hong Kong, holding monopoly in many criminal markets, but if the old leadership was one of compromises, the new one wanted to rule with an iron fist, and not lose the position so hardly gained. Many of those at the fringes, that were graciously ignored, were punished. Old crimes, thought forgotten, were to be avanged in sweeping shows of force. And Ho Sin was on the chopping block.

The man was hardly a saint, of course. The stealing of one of the brains was the biggest transgression, of course, but he also had the triad muscle bail him out of a few bar brawls, accrued gambling debt, and even dared to pursue the services of joytoys favored by high ranking triad members. The only thing that kept him safe was the fact he was irreplaceable, but the facts changed. It seemed like that missing borg grew to become a more then acceptable substitute, one without his addiction and abrasive personality.

So, they took him in the dead of the night, and performed their version of justice, delivering the remains to 4C in the morning, alongside a letter of congratulations, for she was now the sole owner of the clinic, and the woman in charge of the cyborg program.

For a few years, she just...went through the motions, as if nothing happened. Install chrome, do acupuncture for back pains, find ways to fix "damaged" brains from Wuxing and turn them into loyal triad soldiers. There were some good cases, busted CCU ports or light amnesias, but also catastrophic personality disorders, body-wide phantom pains and a whole slew of mental ailments she was simply unequipped to treat. Still, she took those very expensive goods, and whipped them into a serviceable shape, sending them to a life of indentured servitude and violence, after all, the same life she was living.

The absurdity of working for scraps under the people that killed her father hit her almost out of the blue one day. Why? Why did she even agree to all of this? She had to get away, and do it fast. She had the rights to the clinic, those could be sold to a corp for some good money. That money could buy her new papers, drones and vehicles to work abroad and even a nice apartment. Then, he had some favors to pull to manage safe transport away from the continent. Lastly, she had a new shell on her table. It was heavily damaged in a firefight that killed the brain piloting it, but she knew how to fix it. It was meant to be recycled for the next CCU handed out by Wuxing, but a human looking body was the missing key to make her disappearance.

One day, 4C just...stopped being. Nowhere to be found. No notes, no hearsay, a ghost vanished in the wind. Likewise, she knew nothing of what she left behind, except the fact an hit was put on her, most likely because it was highly unlikely that the Lions found a replacement, and jarheadsd without maintenance are very, very prone to breaking.

But now, she is in Seattle, and for the first time in her life, free to make her own decisions. This is...terrifying, truth be told

Narrative Significant Qualities

• Artificial Lifeform - They created a forking path in metahuman evolution. Something wholly new, and failed to see the potential. Now I will iterate upon their designs. I'll be what they never thought I could become
  1. Cyborg - Jarhead. I take offense with that name. A CCU mantains perfect nutrient and waste circulation, creates unique hormonal patterns absent in humans, and has sub-picosecond lag matrix connectivity. It's not a jar.
  2. Analytical Mind - My brain comes from a transgenic line, specifically selected for neuroplasticity and prefrontal cortex development. Intelligence, like most things, is measurable and reproducable.
  3. Cyber Singularity Seeker - This is not religious conviction. I'm simply an engineer, presented with a system riddeld by inefficiency. How could I not aim to perfect it? Not let the untapped potential go to waste?
  4. Creature of Comfort: Middle - Purified glucose gels, ammonia waste collectors, there are things that are strictly necessary for our survival, and they come with an hefty price tag.
  5. Dealer Connections: Drones - One does not spend their entire life around shells, theirs and other's, without learning how to come up with cheaper designs and how to integrate subpar parts without lowering performance.
  6. Skillsoft Adaptation - A repository with the knowledge and experience of thousands of people, and yet it is my mind moving my hand. It is no lesser then natural muscle memory, and much broader in application.
  7. Trajectory Mastery - There is nothing inherently special about weapons. Ballistics is just a matter of applied math, and optimal firing solutions are often easy to calculate.

• Apex Predator - We are, tragically, a primarly military technology. Violence is not something I appreciate particularly, but it is, quite literally, what I was made for
  1. Instinctive Optimization - The main advantage of a good sensor suite is threat assessment and target acquisition. Relying on an SPU to filter the data and feed it to my teammate's PANs, quicker time from identification to kill may be archieved.
  2. Hard Skin - A millimeter thick film of nanocomposite, shock absoring mesh, between circuitry and armor plating. Not the rarest of homemade shell mods, but effective in its simplicity.
  3. Shoot First, Don't Ask - Near-zero input lag, superconductive cabling, finely tuned OS. I move with but a thought.
  4. Special Modifications - My masterpiece, a repurposed laser cannon with new lensing, overcharged energy feed, all cooled by a liquid nitrogen unit of my design. An expensive toy, but one that outclasses both SK and Ares.
  5. Subtle Pilot - Self lubricating joints, foot padding, inhuman articulation. Sneaking undetected is simply more efficient then fighting wave after wave of opfor.

• A Person, Despite All - I...am learning. Improving. Building connections and, as weird as it may sound, having fun! I was made as a war machine, but I made myself a person.
  1. Common Sense - It's a matter of remaining calm really. Think twice, and allow others to tell you you are wrong.
  2. First Impression - Metahumans are...confusing, and weird, and I don't understand why they act how they act. But I know they like a certain voice tone and strings of words, so why not use them?

• Sins of a Past Life - I wish I could claim innocence. But everything I did, I did wilfully. I am as much of a monster as they are.
  1. Big Regret - I have created cyborgs. Ripped brains out of orphans, put them in CCUs to be brainwashed into mindless killer drones. And I've never rebelled. No penance is great enough.
  2. Wanted: Ten Thousand Lions - Violence for violence is the rule of beasts. But they killed my father, and so, I've made sure that'd be the last mistake many of their men ever did in their lives.

Run History

Name	GM	Metaplot	Threat	Date of Run
Monster Mashing At The Daze	Dawnfire		Milkrun 🍼	28 October 2085
The Spice Must Flow	Eva		Deadly	21 September 2085
Aces High	Robinton		Extreme	16 September 2085
Knavery for a Knight	Eva		Deadly	11 September 2085
A Worrying Silence	Eva		Deadly	31 August 2085
Hopefully Nonradioactive Reagents	Eva		High	17 August 2085
Not Onotari's arms	Bulldogc		Extreme	19 July 2085
Requiem for the Dreamers	Robinton		Deadly	18 July 2085
Vaults Are Safes	Asmodeus	Meatgrinder	Deadly	12 July 2085
The Empress of Ireland Part 2	Villiers	All Aboard!	High	7 July 2085
The Empress of Ireland Part 1	Villiers	All Aboard!	Medium	29 June 2085
A Squire a-Seeking	Eva		High	26 June 2085
Triadless Trials	Asmodeus		High	23 June 2085

Affiliations

Contacts

Contact	Connection	Loyalty	Archetype	Profession	Aspects	Chips
Carleton Moreau	4	2	Fixer	Fixer	Anti Fascist, Do-Gooder, My Cousin Vinny, A Very Civil Service, Banker's Hours	Even
Corf	1	1	Service	Helpful Lil' Minecart	Rail-bound, Small, Living Transport, Underground, Wild Spirit, Smol	Even
Mr Fix-It	5	1	Fixer	Fixer	Information Broker, A Star in the Shadows, The San Francisco Treat, Pressing Concerns, Anarchist's Blackbook, Corporation Connector	Even
Slava Nikerosa	5	3	Fixer	Retired Military, Retired Runner, Business Owner	Military Contacts, Firearms, Armor, Augmentations, Forged Sins, Black Market Connections	Even
Von Neumann	8	4	Custom(G,A,K,N)		See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil, Mechanical, Drone-Oriented, Impostor, Secret Network, Matrix Presence, Traceless Lodge, Privacy First, Upgrades, Xenocybernetics, Minor Intellect, Iron Grip, Hidden Clinic	Even

Enemies

Ten Thousand Lions

A rogue jarhead made them lose millions and then disappeared in thin air. They are not fans of that

In Character Information

Matrix Search Table

Threshold	Result
1	Huangdi Neijing: An ancient Chinese medical text, fundamental doctrinal source for Chinese medicine
3	Not much really, she covers her tracks well
6	Someone that may or may not have purchased CCU fluid in the past month

Shadow Community Table

Threshold	Result
1	Medic, nerd. Generous
3	Dependable. Heals runners for free.
5	Very cybered-up. Mysterious past, ties with the Hong Kong triads

Assensing Table

Threshold	Result
1	Entirely absent from the astral
2	Entirely absent from the astral
3	Entirely absent from the astral
4	Entirely absent from the astral
5	Entirely absent from the astral

SINs

R6 Wei Hu, UCAS born and raised, degree in Biomechanical Engineering, PhD in Neural-Matrix Interfacing

Character Plot Hooks

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Gallery

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  Domesticity with QiQi

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  Casual fit

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  Surgeon droid