Minecraft Account Name: Eyeist
Please define what Roleplay is in your own words:
Stepping into another world, becoming another person.
Please define what Metagaming is in your own words:
Realistically immersing yourself in the circumstances of a fictional world, taking each next step as if you were really the character.
Please define what Powergaming is in your own words: Working towards a higher purpose, rising in the ranks.
In your own words, please give a brief description of what Cyberpunk is:
The worst of society rearing it's head in the face of what could be a technological utopia.
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Character Name: Terry Christner
Race: Human
Planet of Origin: Earth
Spoken Languages: English
Date of Birth: 1965
Gender: Male
Height: 5 ft. 9 in.
Appearance: Bright blue eyes and brown hair... He insists on strictly wearing mid-20th century apparel. Walking with grace and upright posture, his stalky silhouette invokes the image of a soldier. Average weight.
Occupation: Construction worker
Personality: Quiet and calm, his reserved nature can sometimes be off-putting... It's difficult to figure out his motives. It's difficult for him to figure out his own. But one thing is certain, he senses something wrong in the world he lives in (Kepler) and will work until a sense of justice is restored in society. He lives by one simple rule: Go after what feels right.
Personal History: Born and raised in Leadville Colorado, USA, he's lived an average life. As a young adult he let the world have their way as he floated by on his own accord, learning small practical professions and occasionally following his fleeting artistic pursuits. He's somewhat of a nihilist, doesn't really care about money or social status. Though in the end he was alone... And for this he carried a resentment towards the universe. At the age of 32 he was diagnosed with stage 3(B) lung cancer... At this point he began accepting his place, no longer would he carry the burden of proposing he needed more than he did, no longer did he have the need to feel accepted. This was it, a few short years was all he knew would be left. He traveled to southeast Asia to live out the rest of his life in the unfamiliar. Here, in 1999, lying in a hospital bed with only a few days left he was given a choice. A cryo-tech company by the name of Silver Sunrise were conducting an experiment, dubbed "Project Lazarus". The experiment entailed that the subject be cryogenically frozen until treatment is found for their illness, if treatment is found. While at first he didn't accept, they insisted that he was a perfect candidate for the project, and admitted that his consciousness would live on in a state of artificial bliss until he was unfrozen. "Bliss?". "Yes.". "Bliss by who's standard?" "Bliss by whatever standard you choose, we'll run your preferences through the program and let it run it's course.". He paused and looked out the dirty window of his room. "How long?". The man glanced to his side. "Oh... We suppose with medical advancements, there should be a cure in anywhere from 80 to 100 years?". Staring out his window he saw a black crow, and the crow stared at him. He looked down to his original position. "Alright. Alright, I'll try it.". With a signing of the document it was done. That day he was escorted by wheelchair to their laboratories, and given a seat in the leading scientist's office. "So, you're Terry? I have high hopes for you. Let's go though some questions... Are you or at any point have you been married?" "No.". "Would you like to be?". "What kind of question is that?". The scientist gave a wide smile. "The kind that has answers, answers that we can fulfill. I sense you'd like meaning in life. We will do anything to provide that for you. So what will it be?". "... I want love, a beautiful woman with brown eyes and red hair, beautiful skies and delicious fruit, real garden of Eden stuff. Can you fulfill that?" "Most certainly, Mr. Christner.". "...Don't let me know it's fake. I want to believe it. I want it to be all I know.". "How clever you are... We've arranged for that exactly. Until you're unfrozen, this world will be all you know.". And it was so. for 108 years he lived his artificial life with Elizabeth, the woman of his dreams. They spoke no words, only calling each other by name. At night they would watch the fluorescent stars dance and breathe, and in the day they smoked sweet tobacco and ate the finest fruits of the land.
Then he awoke.
"Can you hear me?". "Elizabeth... Elizabeth...". "I am Doctor Silo". He looked to the Doctor, coming to his senses, and exclaimed, "None of it was real. None of it was real.". He broke into tears realizing it was all a dream. "You're here, Mr. Christner. A lot of things have changed since you went under... But we must act immediately. We're going to cure you.". "It had to be real... Please, tell me it was real!". "Both you and I know the conditions of your sleep. It's over, Mr. Christner." With the face of a ghost he said no words, and underwent the 3 hour long procedure. He was cured.
Medical Conditions/Disabilities: Post-paradise-trauma, a well known effect of Project Lazarus and like experiments.
Goals: To reintegrate himself back into society.
Accepted, Welcome to the frontier.
Accepted: Note that because your character is a different. there are some added difficulty to be added. Because of how old your character is It will not have the NeuralNet Implant thus not able to cloned. There will extreme muscular atrophy to your character. If you can accept these things, then you're free to play otherwise writes are required.