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Concept
Whisper is a rigger muscle, doing hacking on the side. She knows a lot of weird things.
She doesn't like going places in person and will always be jumped into her Anthro drone. She disguises her Anthro as a human of course,
to not make other's feel uncomfortable.
Description
Whisper herself is a 84 years old. She got bitten when she was around 50, and had gotten some DNA treatments previously, so she
currently looks like a 35ish year old.
She has blond hair, dark brown eyes and usually wears a hoodie, jeans & heavy boots. Underneath, she wears a second skin.
Background
Believe it not, Whisper used to be fucking plumber. Too smart for school and all that. Everything was fine, life was floating by. Happy
parents, good life, nice friends, London city apartment. And then the world changed. No one knew what happened at the time, Rigai sure
as hell didn't get it.
as hell didn't get it.
Rigai was born a millenial, the year Two fucking Thousand. Grand that was, Seattle 2000 - Emerald City. To be fair, world was already
going to the crapper then, even all the way back then. Governments disappearing and a renewed space race. In 2010, VITAS hit. Nothing
much happened at first, just another break out virus, but then stuff started to get worse. Millions died, countries failed, economies
collapsed and governments dissolve left and right. Rigai got sick as well, real sick. She got through it though, tough little twig she was.
Her parents not so much, not so lucky. 11 she was, when her parents died. Into the system, orhpaned girl, very smart, but so angry,
always angry. The first UGE babies started being born right about then, the year of Chaos, first magic returning and all that. Not that she
got any of that. Teachers scuffing her for being a wisecrack, girls bullying her for being scrawny.
Two years later, corps go to war and in 2015, Aztlan is created. Rigai is done with it all, she packs her bags and sets out. Dropping out at
the age of 15, she never even finished high school. She loved working with her hands, and games, ooooh all the games. Strategy, combat,
slice of life, everything. Stories also, couldn't get 'nough of 'em. Never was much of an athlete though, body being frail and all that.
So, she dropped out of school, moved into her own place and got a job as a plumber. Wasn't long before her boss figured out she was of
more worth to him higher up the chain though. Got her working on drawing out big building pipe networks and the like. Paid better, but
boring as hell. Naturally, young as she was, didn't have any insurance yet, thought the world was hers.
Always comes back to bite you in the ass of course, that sort of attitude, and so, she got sick, real sick. VITAS II, couldn't pay the bills to
keep herself alive anymore, in and out of the hopsital every other day. Looking for a better payday, she reached out to friends of her
parents, working for some corpo or whatever, said he might have soething interesting for a smart girl like her. Said it was kind of like
building puzzles and games. Before she knew what was what, she was building plans for operations, risk assessments they called it. How
to get in and out of buildings, disabling security, making it look natural or as if something just glitches.
She was fuck'n good at it as well. Did that for a couple of years, paid well and the work just kept coming. Couldn't help but get curious at
some point though, stupid stupid stupid. She traced her assignment back to a dude working in Congo, and from there to Instanbul and to
Berlin. Got into some kind of mainframe and looked at some live feeds of soldiers moving into a vuilding blowing up walls. SPLASH, person
dead, SPLASH another dead. Traumatized she shut it off.
What the hell was that about....? She recorded the whole thing of course, and rewatched it. Recognizing the stupid fucking plans that she
created and realized she had been handing these guys tailed made plans to kill entire building. Fucking extermination. Life didn't seem so
bright any more after that. She quit the job, took to pills, sniff and drink. Locked herself up in her apartment and didn't get out anymore.
Simsense came around, and she dove right into it. Her body slowly wasting away. The Crash opened her eyes though, in 2029. She
needed better skills, to stay ahead, to stay alive. Moving to Berlin, she started working for a security contractor, developing her software
skills. Berlin narrowly avoids being destroyed by the Russians during the Eurowars, and Rigai calls it quits. She packs her bags and is on
the way to the airport when she gets a call from an old colleague, if she's interested in some contract work.
This time however, she does the opposite. She takes the plane to Madagascar, burns her SIN, and starts building up her network. Instead
of working for those corpo fuckers, she starts on her own. Strategy is her game, security her playground. It doesn't take long before the
cyber pirates start wispering her name. She made a name for herself there, but good things never last. On the way back, her base was
attack by armed special forces, many of her employees killed and her villa destroyed. They took her assets, froze her accoutns, those
fucking assholes.
So, on her overlay in Ghana, she bought a ticket to the Caribean. Other pirates same shit. Didn't turn out so well though this time. she
forgot ow hard it was in the beginning and got careless. On a night home, she got jumped, fucking bitten - HMHVV. She laid in bed for
days, sweating and shaking, shivering with fever. Got through it in the end though.thought for a second she could just go back to how
things were. Sadly, it didn't have the same spark anymore, she'd been there and done that, she wanted something new and she needed
money fast to sustain herself without drawing too much attention.
On to the next chapter, new beginning. She moved to the newly re-founded Los Angeles Free City in 2047. Here, she starts a new
adventure, foundation diving. She starts growing and shaping hosts for fringe subsidiary corps. Weird fucking work, with dark terror luring
in the corners of her vision, whether she's jacked in or not. It's sort of like the games she used to play, giant puzzles with changing rules.
She gets good at it, finds backdoors into other places and before she knows it, her bosses start asking her to do some jobs on the side.
knowledge borrowing they call it, research exchange. It's fucking corpo espianoage that's what, but he, it's exciting. With the money from
her endeavours, she got a LIfespan Extention treatment and a Physical Vigor treatment.
In 2061, Los Angeles is taken over by the PCC. Doesn't seem so hot and free after that. By now, Whisper is te name they go by. No one
she nowadays hangs out with actually knows where she's from and they like it that way. Crash 2.0 hits and LA doesn't seem so appealing
anymore. Whisper gets out and leaves for Seattle this time. Life has lost it's shine. Whisper gets lost within herself between the rest of
the bottom of humanity within the Redmond Barrens. Alcohol, Drugs, whatever she can find, even if she can't keep it down. Sucking poor
fuckers dry when they is completely nuts, forgetting about it the enxt hour. Blood smeared, wiskey in hand and a cigarette in their mouth.
That's where Trix found her, half OD'ed in the lounge of a hostel complex. What she was doing there, who the hell knows, but she picked
her up, put her over her shoulder and walked out of there. Trix gave her Michael to care for, some wierd as shit AI, batshit crazy that
dude. I mean, who wouldn't be if you don't even have a body, or never had.
Life looks a bit better now. It's not the sunshine it was before, but at least now she knows who she's killing, and she's not getting used by
anyone but herself, working against those fucking corpo drekheads. She still doesn't like anything targeting civilians, but some payback
would taste good.
Madagascar: Cyberpirates p.125