Crimefighters or contract killers? That is the question many ask themselves when they hear about the Cyber Sisters. However none can mistake their handiwork. Killing some of the most notorious criminals within the Underground, they've made a name for themselves. A name that ripples throughout the hearts of those that aim to do evil. They ain't called heroes, and they sure as hell ain't called villains. Just extraordinary women doing what God failed to do in the first place. Kill the wicked.
Main Cast
Spoiler: Dakshinachara "Dak"
Dakshinachara
Title: ☒☒☒☒ Monikers: Dak, Cyber Sister, White Magic, Lover's Stare, Thousand Leagues, White Raven, Ice Queen, White Flash Birthdate: ☒☒☒☒ Age: ☒☒☒☒ Gender: Female Species: ☒☒☒☒ Occupation: Contract Killer Social Class: ☒☒☒☒ Orientation:☒☒☒☒
Apparent Age: Approximately twenty-three Voice: Anatomically Perfect, and seductively so Overall Attractiveness: A+ Eye Color: Green Glasses or Contacts: Neither Hair Color: White Hairstyle: ☒☒☒☒ Weight: ☒☒☒☒ Height: Approx. 8'7 Skin Tone: Midtone Caucasian Dominant Feature: Her striking beauty Psychic: Negative
Favorites
Color: White & Grey Music: Empirical Old Age Classical Music, Literature: Written Accounts, Biographies & Autobiographies
Expression: "The love of killing isn't easy, in fact, I'd say it's almost an art form.." Curse: "Shit", "You disgusting piece of Vasioian garbage", "You sickening being"
Mode of Transportation: Grav-Car
Habits
Drinking: Negative Smoking: Negative Mannerisms: Generic Mannerisms such as tapping her foot or tapping her finger in boredom.
Optimist or Pessimist(?): Pessimist Introvert or Extrovert(?): Introvert. Logical or Emotional(?): Logical. Business or Pleasure(?): Business. Confident(?): Of course Animal Lover(?): She often sees the animal kingdom of the Empire as something to be explored and studied rather than loved and adored.
Greatest Strength: Her love for killing
Greatest Weakness: Untrustworthiness
Priority: The next paycheck Philosophy: "Viscera and the sweet smell of blood brings about a symphony unlike anything I've heard before.. I should orchestrate more.."
Pressure Point: Her existence
Is this obvious(?): Not necessarily, only very few trigger words brings up her "pressure point"
Most comfortable when working on her latest contract with her sister
Least comfortable when not working on a contract and sitting around doing nothing but contemplating their existence.
Religion: She believes herself to once believe in the All-Mother, as a Claozenist, but unfortunately she sees herself as an Atheist. Political Affiliation: She doesn't associate herself all too much with the bigwigs on Esaca, though she likes to dabble in a bit of Dove Philosophy.
Spoiler: Vamachara "Vam"
Vamachara
Title: ☒☒☒☒ Monikers: Vam, Cyber Sister, Black Magic, Jack, Black Tornado, Danger, Diavolos Birthdate: ☒☒☒☒ Age: ☒☒☒☒ Gender: Female Species: ☒☒☒☒ Occupation: Contract Killer Social Class: ☒☒☒☒ Orientation:☒☒☒☒
Apparent Age: Approximately twenty-three Voice: Anatomically Perfect, and seductively so Overall Attractiveness: A+ Eye Color: Red Glasses or Contacts: Neither Hair Color: White Hairstyle: ☒☒☒☒ Weight: ☒☒☒☒ Height: Approx. 8'7 Skin Tone: Midtone Caucasian Dominant Feature: Her more muscular physique Psychic: Negative
Favorites
Color: Black and Red Music: Empirical New Age Music Literature: Fantasy, Science Fiction, Written Oral Stories
Expression: "Smashing skulls is like reading a book, the climax is the biggest part of the story." Curse: "Fuck", "You equine swine!", "Fuck you, you piece of shit!"
Mode of Transportation: Ground Car
Habits
Drinking: Only on special occasions Smoking: Negative Mannerisms: Generic Mannerisms such as tapping her foot or tapping her finger in boredom.
Optimist or Pessimist(?): Optimist Introvert or Extrovert(?): Extrovert. Logical or Emotional(?): Logical. Business or Pleasure(?): Pleasure. Confident(?): Overtly so Animal Lover(?): She gets a soft spot over baby creatures, unlike her sister
Greatest Strength: Her understanding of Vasioian anatomy
Greatest Weakness: Her pride and arrogance
Priority: The next paycheck Philosophy: "Physical pain is nothing compared to emotional pain. "
Pressure Point: Her inability to kill children
Is this obvious(?): Yes
Most comfortable when smashing skulls
Least comfortable when not working on a contract
Religion: Claozenism Political Affiliation: She doesn't fuck with that whole political snowball.
Supporting Cast
Contract Status
Current Contract Status: Active
Current Contract Holder: Maxim
Current Contract Target: Genesio 'No Name' Swailes
Contract Target Description
Genesio Swailes is a Vesuna of average height and weight with a lean muscular build. Swailes operates under the Swailes name, a well known family-run mob that is based in Esaca. Apparently Swailes is one of the more prominent heads of the family and runs illegal cyber-related hardware throughout the megalopolis (as well as handling a hefty load of other crimes). His presence holds a lot of weight in the Underground, and so with his death or capture means a significant blow to the criminal underground.
Crime Accounts
Several Accounts of Second-Degree and Third-Degree Homicide
"I believe that was a bit too brutal for the poor Vasioian don't you think sister?" The sounds of sloshing can be heard. "At least answer me before you continue with your barbaric actions." The sloshing then ceased and a response was given.
"Well," a female voice paused, "He had it coming."
The low-hum of active gauntlets echoed throughout an alleyway that two beautiful, yet bloodied, woman were standing in. Though the woman, on the left, was mostly covered in the fluids of her victim while the woman, on the right, was standing off to the side watching it with both interest and disgust. She wondered what a Vasioian, of this caliber, looked like on the inside, but then she would realize that they all look the same on the inside.
However with Vasioian anatomy aside, the woman on the right walked to one end of the alleyway to peer around; seeing if anyone of particular note or reference were around to witness this bloody event. Though thankfully, no-one was really around; the sounds of sloshing muffled by the loud reverberating hums of the grav-cars hovering by overhead.
"Sister," said the woman who was beating the body senselessly, "Looks like we found our first clue." What the woman, garbed in nearly pitch-black clothing, picked up from the bloodied corpse as a keycard containing the address of an office space. However, the woman in white didn't seem too interested in it. In fact, when she saw the keycard, she scoffed at how civil it was compared to the crimes the body was charged for. But then again, the woman in black corrected her "interests" to the big contract that they were assigned to by Maxim.
「R」【ςץ๒єг รเรtєгร】「Narrative」
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