Hi all, thought ya might get a kick reading the character backgrounds of the players in my group, most of the players gave me a rough idea of what they wanted, then I elaborated and these are the emails I had sent each of my players. NOTE: IF YOU ARE PLAYING IN THE EP GAME ON TUESDAYS AT NEMOS, DO NOT READ THIS! ok so first up, is the Ultimate Genefixer. One thing to be aware of... the Ultimate has most of the memories of Manu Baychgaratyata (or whatever) the founder of the Ultimates faction, he does not know if he is Manu or just some how got his memories... a nightmare- bare bleeding feet stomping fiercely on a broken crumbled mirror. Darkness, your in pain, silence, confusion, fear, a bright light, beauty, joy, an angel with golden hair softly touches your hand, she smiles, euphoria. Your filthy and high on meds, your wounded, you have dirt in your mouth, “The fighting is getting more serious sir, if that was even possible.” a young officer says. “Nanite storm hit the outer observers twenty minutes ago, its on a direct course, TITAN assets are advancing with it. Overall casualtys are right around 80%.” “We finally got a navsat back, Jasons are only giving fifteen before the class five walkers are within direct fire range, meaning our nukes and rocks are already inbound… Then its over one way or the other Sir… last train’s in the station and we gotta get aboard.” From outside the bunket a panicked solder yells “Fractals inbound! Take…” the world goes bright.. Darkness, barely heard voices, consciousness drifting.., older female voice: (with a slight Japanese accent) “…off the monitors, much less the whole section… really though .. I know you’re the overqualified expert but I still think your over reacting. If it was gonna happen it would have already happened.” male voice: “ignorant cow! You don’t have the slightest clue what your talking about, keep your ill informed opinions on subjects you have no expirence in to yourself. How is HE?” older female voice: (murmurs) in and out might never recover, but without… (murmurs) Just no way to tell at this point. male voice seems questioning older female voice: “possibly but I doubt it and even if he did currently his long term memory, and most cognitive functions are shot all to hell… he wont be remembering any of this…” Male voice: “ (murmurs).. ity as a whole?” older female voice: ” …(murmurs) damaged, target one, the tangent, 40 percent, target two, the primary, over 90 percent, near total wipe of the index… (murmers) male voice: “.. did you do then?” older female voice: (murmurs) “leftovers… crude but I think it worked… (lots of murmurs)” older female voice: “…over three hundred his is the only…(many murmurs)” male voice: “…their paying the agreed upon prices but…(murmurs)… special… (murmurs)… bidder (murmurs)” older female voice: “…fucking dangerous! You gotta be completely out of your tiny mind!. If you want to get yourself killed that’s fine but let me commit my own seppuku….” male voice: “You got any fucking better ideas?!” a flashback- Manu making a backup in a armored storage container, your thinking you don’t trust this machine, the operator, or anything else about this situation, you briefly think if your war counsel wanted to get rid of you over the recent excessive troop losses, and the decision not to save ourselves first, this would be the perfect situation, your god damned sure Abrix and Taos have been plotting something recently and your going to need to remedy that situation. Then you worry about looking hesitant, or showing fear and steel your nerves as the operator closes the halo and attaches the stack interface. a flashback Manu as an 11 year old child, the warlord’s men take the village, your father is the village elder holding you tightly, the warlord grabs you says he and all his men will leave the village right now if the elder gives them you, your father with tears in his eyes refuses, the warlord laughs, over the following days though you scream and fight, all the women and girls are beaten and raped the men are tortured eventually everyone in the village, everyone you’ve ever known… is needlessly murdered as you watch. The warlord says “now we are your family” and puts you in the back of a jeep. A nightmare- you look into a smoky mirror, you see yourself, your reflection desperately tries to tell you something but no sound comes out, you point at your ear and hunch your shoulders, your reflection becomes angry, starts yelling and pointing at you, you motion as if you don’t understand, he punches the mirror, in super slow motion it begins to crack… Waking up, a soft light, the golden haired angel is there, she is the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen, “Rise n shine solder boy, your not gonna make me blow revelry are ya? I don’t even know anybody named Revelry…” she gives a seductive smile, and a goofy child like giggle. Its intoxicating, yet at the same time some part of you finds this woman’s low born vulgarity in difference to your status greatly offensive, you consider some pleasurable (and quite sadistic) ways of correcting her behavior. Then you think… wait, if im in a medical bay, where is my personal physician, where are the Autarchs? Then realize this morph is not your own, something is very VERY wrong here, your sure the counsel turned against you and this is some form of twisted vengeance. The girl begins checking your eyes (your vision does seem blurry) “gotta ask ya a few questions hon, first… whats your name?” you think quickly, if they don’t know who you are you might be safe, you blurt out “Atilla khan” she looks a little confused, and says “you sure? Your stack was damaged and we couldent get a proper ID fix, but from the number sequence we could recover, the location we picked you up in, and the missing in action roles, we figure your either Abrix Mars, Jake Calbot, Pete Witman, or John Webb. You remember, your stack was never listed in the directories for exactly a situation like this, Mars was one of your Autarch’s, too high profile, and probably a trick question. The others you don’t recognize, but Webb sounds a little familiar.. “Webb” you say, “but I figure if I’m to live a second life and im leaving my old life behind, I should have a new name, a much grander name, and henceforth I’d prefer to be recognized as Atillakhan.” She smiles and again it feels like the sun has just returned after a long winter, and with mock frustration says “gawd, why are all the cute ones always so demanding!” she titters a bit and your both disgusted and deeply attracted. Over the next few days much is revealed. Your on a former frigate class orbital striker and assault drop ship that’s been converted to civilian use named “The Little Napoleon” the first person who introduces herself after Jessie the trauma nurse (the slutty angel with maxim model hotness) is Dr. Agatha Von Stoud, she’s a middle aged therapist and psychosurgeon, she asks some rudimentary questions, of course you give no answers and you’ve got endless questions of your own. Realizing your hesitation, she openly explains that your on a ship who’s cover is as a courer, transport, and import/export business but everyone on board is actually firewall agent, she says their second layer of cover is that they are gate crashers, mercenaries, and counter espionage security consultants. Not too long ago they undertook a gate crashing mission funded by the Ultimates, they recovered hundreds of stacks of long dead ultimates who fell near the south African elevator, you were one of them, but sadly your stack was terribly damaged, they had to use some radical and experimental techniques to fill in the missing data and bring you back. Stroud goes on to explain that you will be suffering from acute long term memory loss, that often your memories may seem like someone elses, or that you may feel as if there are more than one person inside your head. It’s a disorder similar to DID, in addition your going to be dealing with Vetrans post traumatic stess disorder, survivoirs guilt, panic attacks, and other ailments that have been present in most disabled vetrans of brutal wars since time likely began, actually… the memory loss may be a blessing in disguise, but as the neural pathways reform many of your memories will also return. It will take hard work and determination to overcome but she’ll be there to help you through it. The next person you speak with is the ship’s captian John Beauregard (I already told you about him) he answeres most of your questions, he says the damage to your stack was too significant, and the ulimates sent this message… “Lieutenant Webb, or Lieutenant Atillakhan, as I’ve been notified you wish to be adressed, I’m Captain Kirov, and I’m deeply honored to make your aquaintence. (Kirov speaks with a slight Russian accent) Currently I’m proud to say I have achieved the status of chief of public relations and lead recruitment officer of the Lunar district. I’m truly sorry this conversation could not be had in person. We, the entire transhuman race, all owe you a great deal of gratitude and respect for your sacrifice and continued struggle.” “ I’ve spoken with your therapist, and as your no doubt aware much has changed in your absence. I have also spoken to my superiors, and at this time the Ultimates feel you’ll need to make a significant recovery before you could realistically re-apply for indoctrination. To that end we have provided a top of the line Remade biomorph complete with the added modifications your therapist suggested. Were also extending you a 10,000 credit stipend as back pay, and enrolling you to begin receiving a 1,500 cerdit per month honorarium which will continue for the next five years or until your new application is accepted. I have also sent you the application data you will need to begin the process of once again joining our esteemed ranks.” “Currently your status is that of a highly decorated Ultimates Officer with an unusually long service record who has chosen to go on an extended leave of duty (at the mention of “leave of duty” Manu is raging inside you). You will also have access to limited aid and services from any Ultamates facility. I have included ALL of my personal contact data with this transmission, should you feel a need for anything, feel free to contact me at your leisure and should any Ultimate fail to pay you the respect you deserve, one call to me will be the last call you need to make.” I understand you will be in the Luna district for a short time before your current employer must leave the sector. If you feel up to it and have the time I would like to extend to you a personal invitation to join me at my home for dinner, and would greatly appreciate a chance to meet a true hero of the movement. Speaking of which I should let you know posthumously you were awarded the golden helix for actions taken above and beyond the call of duty as well as (lists like 10 medals) for your other actions taken during the Fall campaign. I hope to hear from you soon, Leutennant we--Atillakhan and know that though your official rank and status may have changed, I doubt theres any Ultimate who would fail to recognize your tireless contributions to our cause. Thank you. So what ya think? Oh, the recommended mods on your biomorph are level 1 emotional dampeners, and your gonna find they come in handy… why? Well regardless of if you were or wernt Manu, who you are now has changed and you’ve got an insecure, paranoid, and grandiose totalitarian dictator in your head making demands and casting aspersions. At times this will be a strength, pushing you on, noticing minute details you’ve missed, or suggesting superior tactics to utilize, (you’ll get bonuses for this) other times it’s a weakness cutting away at your self esteem and seeking to take control. Im sort of using Dexter and his relationship with his ghost dad as a refrence as well as a lot of other sources (criton & scorpion in the last season of farscape, green goblin, etc.)
—"what do I want? The usual — hundreds of grandchildren, complete dominion over the known worlds, and the pleasure of hearing that all my enemies have died in highly improbable accidents that cannot be connected to me."