Post by Taren on Feb 22, 2016 2:37:14 GMT -5
Full Name: Taren Lux
Age & Date of Birth: 23, March 28 (Aries)
Gender: Male
Class: Slums
Occupation: Escort (Yes. That kind of escort.)
Affiliation: Vigilante
Genetic Modifications: [ "Elf Ears" - inherited ] [ Altered Blood - slight violet tint, inherited ] [ Improved Heart and Circulatory System - above average blood flow and a stronger than normal heart allows for above average stamina ☆～（ゝ。∂）] [ Fluorescent Additive - eyes are a bit more glowy under blacklight/UV ]
Unique Tech:
[ Sensor Dampening Necklace - Causes interference in NUIP / facial recognition tech when active. Can only work in relatively short bursts (about ~10 minutes with a ~60 minute recharge). Because of the nature and relatively low tech status of this device, it's dangerous to use in conjunction with Magix or anything else that utilizes the NUIP port (ie, could cause Magix to backfire, could set off alerts if used with the false ID). ]
[ False Identification / NUIP Interference Stick* - A subtle data stick that fits into his NUIP port while in use. Contains basic information on a false identity to get him past shallow/superficial scanning, though it wouldn't hold up against a detailed scan on him. Able to pass unnoticed through most common civilian level scanners (ie, sneaking into a business) and shallow scans from more official sources. Because it sits in his port, Magix isn't able to be used concurrently. Requires 1:1 recharge time, with a maximum use time of 12 hours.
Identity: Harel Lavellan, Middle Class, 24 years old. Occupation: tailor.
*Note: Actual ID may occasionally change, but will always remain Middle Class with an artisan-based occupation.
Also thank you Scotty for letting me steal Kyne's tech /hit
Appearance: bloop
Port Location: Nape of neck
Height: 5'6" / 168cm
Tattoos: Face, ears, sides of his torso. Fluorescent additive in the ink, glow under blacklight or UV.
- Yes the freckles are literally all over him.
- Eyes are a bright bluish green with flecks of violet.
Personality: Fiercely independent and loyal to those he considers family, Taren is, generally speaking, someone with his heart in the right place. He resents none but the extremely privileged, sometimes going so far as to cause trouble for the sake of watching the higher classes scramble. In spite of this he isn't usually malicious in his intents, just scorned by those who take their privilege for granted.
He is generally a rather cheeky and amiable man, but can switch to being fairly sharp and unforgiving if someone goes against his ideals. Taren doesn't generally tolerate heavy dependency or the weakhearted, and he isn't afraid to call anyone out on these things. On the flip side, he often finds himself drawn to the adamant and strong-willed.
Background: All he'd ever known had been the Slums. He was raised in a large family, because of course, families had to stick together at the bottom of the world like this. So many hungry cold nights. That sort of environment is brutally unforgiving on a kid, but at least, the adults of his family would crow, at least they weren't Scavengers. By the time he was twelve he was well-practiced in stealing. It wasn't something he did happily, no, it was complete necessity. He had to help his family. He would never leave them behind.
And of course when it came to his sixteenth birthday he was still stuck in the Slums. His family was upset at the lack of promotion for him, but he wasn't phased. He had to keep them safe. He didn't even want to think about any of the other classes. The majority of those citizens had too much privilege; it would have only been a matter of time for him to get in trouble and sent back down, anyway.
A few years later he discovered just how lucky he was. Pretty faces got attention, even if they were faces at the bottom of the food chain. And certain kinds of attention paid well. It was in this way he became tangled with a man who, in exchange for excellent pay and Magix, persuaded Taren to become an escort -- but the escorts weren't always dropped in the laps of just anyone. Suspected Secret Police officers, government officials, anyone who might be responsible for the corruption within the heart of Novus, people who might know things and might have a slip of the tongue with the right amount of pleasure or bottle service applied. Without even realizing it initially, Taren had pledged himself to the Vigilante cause. (For what it's worth, thanks to a few other escorts he figured it out later -- he doesn't particularly care about the lack of clarity so long as he keeps getting paid.)
Of course, all Vigilante are not equal, and some are a bit more sinister than others. It wasn't merely the greater cause behind his employment that was masked, but the quality of Magix. Before this, Taren had never really gotten his hands on Magix -- why waste money on such a thing? As such, when he was given free access to the stuff, it was amazing. He couldn't possibly have known about the additive that keeps him hooked on the black market Magix, or how tight of a leash his manager has on him.
Age & Date of Birth: 23, March 28 (Aries)
Gender: Male
Class: Slums
Occupation: Escort (Yes. That kind of escort.)
Affiliation: Vigilante
Genetic Modifications: [ "Elf Ears" - inherited ] [ Altered Blood - slight violet tint, inherited ] [ Improved Heart and Circulatory System - above average blood flow and a stronger than normal heart allows for above average stamina ☆～（ゝ。∂）] [ Fluorescent Additive - eyes are a bit more glowy under blacklight/UV ]
Unique Tech:
[ Sensor Dampening Necklace - Causes interference in NUIP / facial recognition tech when active. Can only work in relatively short bursts (about ~10 minutes with a ~60 minute recharge). Because of the nature and relatively low tech status of this device, it's dangerous to use in conjunction with Magix or anything else that utilizes the NUIP port (ie, could cause Magix to backfire, could set off alerts if used with the false ID). ]
[ False Identification / NUIP Interference Stick* - A subtle data stick that fits into his NUIP port while in use. Contains basic information on a false identity to get him past shallow/superficial scanning, though it wouldn't hold up against a detailed scan on him. Able to pass unnoticed through most common civilian level scanners (ie, sneaking into a business) and shallow scans from more official sources. Because it sits in his port, Magix isn't able to be used concurrently. Requires 1:1 recharge time, with a maximum use time of 12 hours.
Identity: Harel Lavellan, Middle Class, 24 years old. Occupation: tailor.
*Note: Actual ID may occasionally change, but will always remain Middle Class with an artisan-based occupation.
Also thank you Scotty for letting me steal Kyne's tech /hit
Appearance: bloop
Port Location: Nape of neck
Height: 5'6" / 168cm
Tattoos: Face, ears, sides of his torso. Fluorescent additive in the ink, glow under blacklight or UV.
- Yes the freckles are literally all over him.
- Eyes are a bright bluish green with flecks of violet.
Personality: Fiercely independent and loyal to those he considers family, Taren is, generally speaking, someone with his heart in the right place. He resents none but the extremely privileged, sometimes going so far as to cause trouble for the sake of watching the higher classes scramble. In spite of this he isn't usually malicious in his intents, just scorned by those who take their privilege for granted.
He is generally a rather cheeky and amiable man, but can switch to being fairly sharp and unforgiving if someone goes against his ideals. Taren doesn't generally tolerate heavy dependency or the weakhearted, and he isn't afraid to call anyone out on these things. On the flip side, he often finds himself drawn to the adamant and strong-willed.
Background: All he'd ever known had been the Slums. He was raised in a large family, because of course, families had to stick together at the bottom of the world like this. So many hungry cold nights. That sort of environment is brutally unforgiving on a kid, but at least, the adults of his family would crow, at least they weren't Scavengers. By the time he was twelve he was well-practiced in stealing. It wasn't something he did happily, no, it was complete necessity. He had to help his family. He would never leave them behind.
And of course when it came to his sixteenth birthday he was still stuck in the Slums. His family was upset at the lack of promotion for him, but he wasn't phased. He had to keep them safe. He didn't even want to think about any of the other classes. The majority of those citizens had too much privilege; it would have only been a matter of time for him to get in trouble and sent back down, anyway.
A few years later he discovered just how lucky he was. Pretty faces got attention, even if they were faces at the bottom of the food chain. And certain kinds of attention paid well. It was in this way he became tangled with a man who, in exchange for excellent pay and Magix, persuaded Taren to become an escort -- but the escorts weren't always dropped in the laps of just anyone. Suspected Secret Police officers, government officials, anyone who might be responsible for the corruption within the heart of Novus, people who might know things and might have a slip of the tongue with the right amount of pleasure or bottle service applied. Without even realizing it initially, Taren had pledged himself to the Vigilante cause. (For what it's worth, thanks to a few other escorts he figured it out later -- he doesn't particularly care about the lack of clarity so long as he keeps getting paid.)
Of course, all Vigilante are not equal, and some are a bit more sinister than others. It wasn't merely the greater cause behind his employment that was masked, but the quality of Magix. Before this, Taren had never really gotten his hands on Magix -- why waste money on such a thing? As such, when he was given free access to the stuff, it was amazing. He couldn't possibly have known about the additive that keeps him hooked on the black market Magix, or how tight of a leash his manager has on him.
