<strong>Concept: </strong>Rogue neo-orca supremacist (Comet miner/Triad enforcer/FRICKIN' NINJA), currently stuck in a porpoise body and loathes feeling 'small and puny'.<br/><strong>comfortable kink level:</strong>extreme (and if anyone is crazy enough to deal with this fish it will probably qualify as NC/extreme)<br/><strong>primary interest (just one please: social interaction, puzzle solving, pushing trashumanism, blowing up the universe etc): </strong>pushing transhumanism > social interaction > puzzle solving<br/><strong>secondary themes: </strong>mercurialism, alien mental contexts<br/><strong>no-no's: </strong>none<br/><strong>system/setting familiarity:</strong>extremely high, have participated in numerous online games, read all (yep, all) of the books which the setting was based upon.<br/><strong>an idea of where you want the game to go: </strong>This character is built to be a Singularity-Seeker type. I like a mix of horror and wonder, both accompanied by moral questions. I particularly think a singularity-seeker game is ripe for all manner of body/mind horror.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Background (Stats in a sub-spoiler)</div><div class="spoiler_body">If the complex whalesong clicks and whistles are translated literally into English, he is named Dreaming-Of-Prey-In-Ancestral-Oceans-Chaser-Never-Rests-When-Blood-Is-On-The-Black-Deep. Among those who can't speak Neo-Cetacean, he answers most readily to 'Chaser,' but he has been given many names.<br/><br/>To the members of the Shui Fong triad, he is Xuè è jīngshén, the Blood-Hungry Ghost. To his ex-family and pod, if he must be spoken of, his name is now sung as The-Bloody-Bent-Lost-One.<br/><br/>Originally he was a neo-orca, a respectable member of a pod of ring-miners/comet-riders out on the fringes of the Saturnian system...Vacuum-sealed killer whales with Long-Term Life Support and Plasma Sails. Five years ago, his pod encountered a group of Orca supremacists (Rising Tide, Panopticon p.135). The Tide was recruiting. Chaser had been raised on stories of the oceans of lost Earth. Much of what the Tiders had to say was simply a more vicious spin on things he had heard all his life. Humans were dangerous, foolish and horrible. Look at the mess they've made of the system! ...and while the Rings of Saturn were continually amazing and Europa was nice to visit, there a part of Chaser's spirit that had earned him his name had always longed for the oceans of Earth. After a bit of quarreling, he had a falling out with his pod, angered the matriarch and left with the Tiders. <br/><br/>Chaser was with the Rising Tide for less than a year. To the human view, they were not merely criminals but terrorists...And particularly mean bastards...As far as Chaser's new pod was concerned, ring fliers were hunting opportunities. But every so often the pod needed organics, trace elements, repair and tuning of life support systems...And others to recruit...That usually meant finding a port, and ports were inevitably full of the hated monkeys.<br/><br/>The pod put in at Thoroughgood for refitting, and made themselves unwelcome in a hurry, but not before Chaser had gotten himself backed up at Thoroughgood. Less than a week later the pod attacked a prospector ship that was surveying the outer rings.<br/><br/>In the ensuing fight, Chaser was killed.<br/><br/>He was reinstantated on Thoroughgood in a puny little PORPOISE. Oh no. At least it wasn't a humaniform, but still, his massive, muscular space-going apex predator body was gone and the other members of Rising Tide wouldn't even talk to him. As far as they were concerned, he was no longer an Orca. Was it because he was a porpoise? Only partly. He died. This is natural selection saying 'You're not worthy.'<br/><br/>Chaser couldn't stand it. He had to take odd jobs just to survive. He had no decent rep to speak of at that point. Gradually, stubbornly, he built himself up. He had himself tattooed as an orca...That didn't win friends. Implanted manipulators, more vacuum sealing...Now he could work outside again, but he was unlicensed. The work paid better...when he could find any. Frustrated, he rented a plasma sail and went to Kronos Cluster, where he illegally pawned it. In the criminal environment of the Kronos Cluster, he was good at a few useful things, and being an intimidating bastard was one of them (a porpoise may be small compared to an Orca but it's still as big as most posthumans and far more muscular...Add in a bunch of manipulator tentacles that could turn into flexknives in a heartbeat and a really big chip on his nonexistent shoulder and he was a monster). Chaser ended up being a debt-collector and enforcer for a bit, working for the Shui Fong triad and shifting into bloodier work as he demonstrated his abilities. <br/><br/>As he went, he started to take on other odd jobs, and learned more than a little about subtler ways of taking what he needed or wanted than by brute force that he no longer had the mass to make best use of.<br/><br/>He continually put his credit into self-improvement with the longterm goal of getting himself back into an orca-morph...But there were no neo-orca morphs. There were quite a few orcas like him out there in porpoise and dolphin morphs, or worse yet aquatic humanoid morphs or really freakishly non-orcan things like Vodyanoy. But trying to find a neo-orca body was like trying to find a neo-whale body. There just never were that many. The waiting list was decades long, and the price was outrageous because every single one was a custom job, and there just weren't many biowombs that size. Custom ones had to be built around when they wanted to grow a morph on that scale, then taken down again when it was done. It was difficult enough for him to get implant work done even at porpoise scale when he could fit into human-sized healing vats.<br/><br/>And every day he had to deal with dry-skinned snotty two-legged fry with their naturally-evolved hands and their reflexive superiority. He lived for the moments when he was paid to ruin one of them. Sometimes he burned a little credit just to take out his other frustrations on them. It was deviant, but he was going stir-crazy, and over time the deviance becomes part of the relief; the guilty pleasure became the focus. (And I think we just hit the Extreme board.)<br/><br/>Gradually, after one too many times being rebuffed by Rising Tide, he ended up beating the snot out of a full-scale orca in vacuum. Word got around, and he got some grudging backing by a few members of the group...He'd proven he was still an orca at heart. But he was still not one of them, not quite.<br/><br/>With no option to get back into a neo-orca morph, he began searching for ways to become more powerful. <br/><br/>Faster. Stronger. He exhausted his credit on upgrading binges, then exhausted the limits of what upgrades could do. With fewer and fewer options, he started chasing rumors; forbidden TITAN technologies, Exhumans, artifacts of higher technology.<br/><br/>And that is how the Firewall Pragmatists found him. And in his rage and determination, they manipulated him, made him a more usable tool. They had what he wanted. They could offer upgrades that he couldn't get any other way. All he had to do was help them find more. Do some damage on the side. There were rules, and there were limits, but he's been working with puny monkeys for a while now.<br/><br/>He could be patient and work with them for a while more. Up to a point.<br/><br/>And then, they would see.<br/><br/>Everyone would see.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OH GOD IMMENSE ECLIPSE PHASE STATBLOCK (WIP pending GM input and possible player tweaking)</div><div class="spoiler_body">Isolate/Mercurial/Neo-Porpoise. Male, age 23.<br/>+Personal Development, +Reclamation, -Humans<br/><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td></td><td>COG</td><td>COO</td><td>INT</td><td>REF</td><td>SAV</td><td>SOM</td><td>WIL</td></tr><tr><td>BASE</td><td>20</td><td>20</td><td>10</td><td>10</td><td>10</td><td>15</td><td>20</td></tr><tr><td>MORPH</td><td>25</td><td>20</td><td>15</td><td>30</td><td>10</td><td>30</td><td>20</td></tr><tr><td>TT</td><td>LUC</td><td>IR</td><td>WT</td><td>DUR</td><td>DR</td></tr><tr><td>8</td><td>40</td><td>80</td><td>6</td><td>30</td><td>45</td></tr><tr><td>MOX</td><td>INIT</td><td>SPD</td><td>DB</td><td>Kin</td><td>Armor</td></tr><tr><td>4</td><td>12</td><td>2(1+1)/2</td><td>3</td><td></td><td><div style="text-align: left;">11</div></td></tr><tr><td>DAM</td><td>WND</td><td>STRS</td><td>TRM</td><td>Egy</td><td>Armor</td></tr><tr><td>0</td><td>0</td><td>0</td><td>0</td><td></td><td><div style="text-align: left;">11</div></td></tr><tr><td>@Rep</td><td>CRep</td><td>ERep</td><td>FRep</td><td>GRep</td><td>IRep</td><td>RRep</td></tr><tr><td>0</td><td>0</td><td>0</td><td>0</td><td>70</td><td>0</td><td>0</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/>Ego Traits: Ambidextrous (Lvl 1), Black Mark (Hypercorp) (Lvl 3), Mental Disorder (Megalomania)(Lvl 1), Social Stigma (Member of Rising Tide)(Lvl 1)<br/>Morph Traits: Swim (16/56), Ramming Attack (1d10 DV), Neo-Porpoises lack a sense of smell.<br/><br/>Academics: Astrophysics 61, Academics: Geology (Comet Mining) 31(41), Beam Weapons (Sweeping Fire) 45(55), Blades 30, Climbing 55, Clubs 30, Demolitions 33, Fray (Ranged Attacks) 67(77), Freefall (Freefall Combat) 67(77), Freerunning 66, Hardware: Electronics (Security Systems) 45(55), Hardware: Robotics (Lockbots) 34(44), Infiltration (Sneaking) 67(77), Infosec (Security) 45(55), Interest: Exhuman Lore 31, Interest: TITAN Artifacts 44, Interest: Singularity Rumors 31, Interest: Black Markets 33, Interfacing (Stealthing) 34(44), Intimidation 44, Kinetic Weapons (Pistols) 56(66), Native Language: Neo-Cetacean 85, Language: Mandarin 50, Language: English 30, Language: Japanese 30, Networking: Criminals (Shui Fong) 56(66), Perception 44, Pilot Anthroform (Neo-Cetacean Walker) 45(55), Profession: Asteroid Prospecting (44), Profession: Police Procedures 61, Profession: Security Ops (Countersurveillance) 67(77), Profession: Triad Enforcer 61, Research 41, Scrounging 44, Spray Weapons (Shredder) 56(66), Swimming 80, Unarmed Combat (Smart Manipulators) 78(88)<br/><br/>Muse: Hate (Interest: Security Barriers 40, Interest: Anti-Humanist Groups 40, Interest: TITAN Technology 40). Hate appears as a normal-looking orca, 'swimming' in Chaser's field of view.<br/><br/>Implants: Basic Biomods, Basic Mesh Inserts, Cortical Stack, Echolocation, Enhanced Hearing, Adrenal Boost, Carapace Armor, Chameleon Skin, Drug Glands: Phlo, Drug Glands: MRDR, Muscle Augmentation, Neurachem (L1), Vacuum Sealing, Anti-Glare, Electrical Sense, Hardened Skeleton, Oxygen Reserve, Reflex Booster, Gas Jet System, Medichines, Mental Speed, Long-Term Life Support.<br/><br/>Gear: Covert Ops Tool, Radar Cloak, Specs, Smart Manipulators, Nanodetector, Backup Insurance (med), Facial/Image Recognition, Tactical Network, Standard Muse, Neo-Cetacean Walker, Smart Clothing (w/Chameleon Coating, Immunogenic System, Lotus Coating, Offensive Armor, Self-Healing, Shock Proof, Thermal Damping, Faraday Mod), 2x Shredder (w/Smartlink, Safety System, Imaging Scope), 400x Shards (Shredder Ammunition)<br/><br/>I'll toss the Kindalas spreadsheet version up on Google Docs later.</div></div></div></div>