Reporting for duty!
This guy is incredibly ordinary. Average height, average weight, average features, average sounding. in your business you've seen some of the highs and in the YBR you see alot of the lows, well, hell, most of ya say hi to the lows, everyday, but this guy is so.....so bland? whitebread? so uncannily average that you actually have trouble focusing on him. finding yourself looking for things in his wardrobe, his smell (also incredibly ordinary) that you can use as a topic for conversation, or even just to stare at....Nothing. It was like opening some Corp's matrix model of "the consumer" instead of the flesh and blood man, you assume is really sitting in front of you....Spooky. well now that you think of it there is one thing...just one...a single tiny detail that sets him apart from everyone else...his left eye sometimes pules a heartbeat line across the middle from right to left (it is whenever his cyberware activates, but only a handful know that.)
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"OI over here" a gritty old man waves to his table "I hear you been askin bout that youngin what's he goin by this week? Whisper?" taking a long swill of his draft "buy me a drink kid and I'll tell ya what ya wanna hear...for the cause of course." tapping the side of his nose as he says this "Growing up in the Noose (in case you are not familiar with the Noose it was once a large city and shortly after the grand awakening, around the same time as the mass goblinizations happened along with several other catastophies, half of the city was reduced to rubble in the aftermath, 90% of the population in the fallen part of the city were suddenly turned into ghouls, some from death, and others by goblinization. This is the only recorded case of ghouls being spawned through a living host, it is assumed the intelligence of these ghouls is superior to normal ghouls due to the nature of the transformation. Evidence is from the use of sophisticated tactics. The surviving members of the noose fight to stave off the ghouls who are in constant war, and other encroaching awakened critters, the main danger is the ghouls who have no fears like those ghouls in large established cities there is no official enforcement division, or enough freelance help from bounties etc… to keep the population from running rampant, that and the sudden introduction of ½ the population of the city as ghouls sent the wealth and provisions into emergency rations. Now the only ones who brings reprisals to the ghouls are the moderately equipped locals who are steadily in the decreasing minority. It is assumed by the unofficial leaders of the struggling government that the population will have to be evacuated or will be extinguished if they can’t get some military assistance, the citizens of the Noose are mass Sin’d since the technology gap, and priorities fall upon the ghouls. The city itself is awarded an estimated number of SIN ID’s and when someone ventures out they are randomly assigned the next available slot for their passport. Unfortunately this leads to most citizens becoming SINless and these individuals simply fall through the cracks as most of their kind do.), he didn’t receive too much of a formal education since even now that area is infested with the ghouls from the fall, and winning the war against the living, he was strong enough before the age of ten to start hunting and protecting the once great city now reduced to mostly rubble. For several years he aspired for nothing more than to protect his friends and family, however his mother and father wanted something more. Seeing the life expectancy of those that protected the city, they feared even though he was a natural for it, it was doubtful he would live long enough to enjoy the life he was fighting to protect for the others of the city. His father used an old friend of the family to get his son away from danger. A human cyber doctor with Peruvian contacts, living in central America (Aztechnology country I think). He was operating illegally of course, and jumped at the opportunity to have an unSIN’d individual working for him. He traveled a lot, mostly to keep suspicions down, but a secondary motive was to acquire cyberware…warm ware from a living donor. Mr Whisper was signed on officially as a body guard but did almost anything the doctor asked of him, and most of it involved removing rare, or expensive pieces of Ware. Earning money and knowledge…it was during the trip to the west coast that he met…her…Cassie Euphoria…not just what he felt that was her name, a retired simsense star…the biggest star of her time, and the most beautiful person he had ever met. She took a fondness for him after he saved her from some unknown violence, her security team was killed and the assailants were moving in for the kill or extraction, or whatever they were hired for. when he acted without thinking, as he normally does, the surprise, damage, and overconfidence of his opponents after having removed her security team is the only reason he succeeded but that’s not the story she tells everyone. After a few years of correspondence they were married and he left his life with the doctor behind…he didn’t however forget the favor that doctor did for him, or how well he was treated. After a short time, the old family friend asked for one more favor…he needed help moving some merchandise and asked he old assistant for help. Euphoria saw him off at the airport…the last time she would see him…
The doctor had more selfish motives he knew that the illegal cyberware in his shop couldn’t be shipped anywhere and both it’s grade and his surgeon skills could hide it very effectively inside a patient…trusting no one else he used euphoria’s husband as his transporter, but of course as any good story would have it the twist was he didn’t tell Mr. Whisper about that…the surgery was a crucial success however, when he awoke all of his senses had been replaced with a cybernetic component and in addition several new senses were added. A sudden and abrupt change a you might expect this did not sit well with his fragile psyche. Growing up in the Noose, was a war everyday, there was no comfort and no peace. When you were a child, you ran until you were strong enough to fight, or hunt. It had only been a couple of years out of his entire life that he had left the fighting behind. But not long enough to make him strong enough to resist the pull of his darker side.
Especially with his escape into the Amazonian shadows, a place of contempt and disdain for those not gifted with magic. Slaves and underlings… little better than 3rd world sweatshop workers the only decency one can draft out of life is in the shadows but that is short lived since ritual magic has a tendency to find you if you are local enough to it…it is just a normal society that according to the zealot philosophy has been corrupted by the infestation of magic and spirits, whether that is true or not the rest of the world doesn’t care…but the sons, oh no you have to keep careful watch on those who have been corrupted, and who better to recruit into your ranks but someone who has first hand seen the horrors that a magic rules society brings? That my friend is why he was saved by the sons. Not his religious devotion to the cause but because of his logical approach to the aspect of magic. You don’t have to worry about him going off the deep end or slaughtering innocent awakened. Like some of the more questionable zealous kids. Oh no he is much much scarier, perfect machine that one…but I’m getting ahead of myself….here’s why….
When he awoke after his supposed friend had replaced his entire nervous system, eyes, ears, most of his brain, I’m talkin everything! the flood of new senses and alterations on his previous senses, was too much for his fragile childlike consciousness. Think about it you have trouble concentrating on more than one sense at a time…he was forced to perceive Eighteen new senses at once! That would send anyone into shock, but instead of shocking him into a coma the trauma left him psychologically scarred and he reverted into an autonomous state, kinda like instinct, now don’t get me wrong he’s not forgetting his life and friends but more often remembering only the ingrained instincts from his upbringing. You know the long hours of killing? The life of constantly watching for an ambush? his senses are so different now than the natural ones he was born with that the closest available description would be a virtual reality simulator, the difference being that the simulator only deals with five senses, so even a BTL chip to him now seems dulled, lifeless, and in slow motion, the trauma dampeners and damage compensation bioware he has lessen the brunt shock of being injured which burrows him deeper into the illusion of superficial existence, and away from his previous comfortable life. Because of the nature of his implants an everyday life full of normalacy and low sensory stimuli, He lives for action, most of the time his adrenal doesn’t even trigger in a fight, but the increased speed and commotion around him during altercations is what stirs him from a seemingly stoic existence. he hasn’t forgotten everything before he woke up in the doctor’s hospital room, but to him it doesn’t seem all that far fetched, that it was just a dream…after all in video games the main character is spawn to life instantly so why can’t he as well…in reality he doesn’t think of these things his new senses keep his mind occupied with stimuli so he lives in the current and projected future, instead of the actions leading to an aftermath.
His wife continues to look for him, sometimes she even finds him…after he’s left…but being without a Sin and having jumped around to other countries he is almost impossible to track down, more stealthy than a cat, and deadlier than any dragon if they find him it will be very hard to convince him that she still wants him to be a part of her life…of his past life…"
alright, he's not very talkative, he frequents a little club called Yellow Brick Road, shakes hands with the bouncer outside, hugs the bartender, and knows everyone's name who's ever worked there, he can be found there every weekend.
plays memory games against the regulars for drinks, and has never lost...yet
how do we know of each other?