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Sandy Ceren

Age

34

Height

6'4"

Weight

297lbs

Job

Security

Pronouns

She/Her

Player

Paper

Sandy’s a good soul born to bad circumstances. Trapped at the bottom and watching her efforts to help others backfire every single time. She only wanted to do good in the world and see things go better, but it wasn’t the hand she was dealt. Instead, her entire life became one big bowing to the greater forces in the universe: she turned from hopeful defender to a brutal cog in the system she hated so deeply.

She loves herself a good fight and loves to beat down on someone deserving - there are so many deserving. Except now she’s definitely working for the wrong people. She joined Pulse Echo, and hasn’t had a single moment she didn’t regret her life’s choices. Every day she’s part of beating down on people now, and most of the time they didn’t deserve it.

A tall and buff woman, covered in scars and tattoos, Sandy is easily described as one thing: tough. She looks like the survivor of an apocalypse or a soldier from a distant war. Over 6’ tall and often wearing a tank top over some heavy pants and boots. Life’s been hard and the miles are very apparent on her. There hasn’t been time for life’s comforts or pleasures.

Notably there are tattoo everywhere on her. They’re her marks of who she wanted to be, who she used to be, and what she wasn’t. Some are there because she wanted to feel pain after a bad day. Others are her highest hopes. There’s a Delta on her chest, signifying a space explorer’s communicator. Aspirations she’s long given up on.

Sandy’s most prized augments give her strength, muscle density, and endurance. In the 2000s Olympics she could’ve taken gold in half the competition without struggling. That’s a few hundred years of genetically engineered cheating.

After a rough fight, right around the time she joined her first gang, Sandy had one of her kidneys replaced with a lab-grown model. There had been a fight, she’d been stabbed, and her injuries were pretty significant. Another local gang bought her the part and she joined their ranks. It has a few advantages over her other stock kidney, mostly efficiency. If her other one ever gave out, she’d live fine on the synthetic one with no changes in her life.

Pulse Echo insisted on an implant for monitoring her. It wasn’t her choice, except to negotiate for something more bearable than her worst options. It’s a simple system that links into their network for communication, and regrettably what she sees, they see.

Sandy was raised on the street of some backwaters system, Estranza 74. All she ever wanted was to be good and do good. When bullies showed up, she tried to stop them, but she was small and thin. There wasn’t a lot to eat when you were just another street rat fighting to survive. Most of the time, her interventions only made the thugs meaner and crueler. They needed to send a message: just because someone tried to oppose them, they’d be worse - it’d be better if you got rid of her.

Something broke in her teens. She couldn’t keep doing this. It was a losing fight in a system that didn’t care. Goodness wasn’t rewarded. The cruel grew in power while the innocent were wrung out and crushed. The same story played out in every system and she knew it. There were no good things in her world. Only torment and pain.

When her attitude changed, her outcomes changed.

She embraced everything she hated in the world. It started in fight clubs, then it elevated to the thugs and gangs. It felt good. Beating the snot out of people. First in the ring for money, and then for her thug overlords for body mods. She was sent out to beat down on their targets and hated only some of it. When you’re beating down on a cruel jerk, it doesn’t feel so bad.

If everyone is evil, then it’s fine to be the villain too.

In time she had tattoos, gene mods, and even implants. She wasn’t on the bottom anymore. It wasn’t bad. In her position, she’d even steer her fellow thugs to beating more on the people who deserved it and less on those who didn’t.

And then she got an offer.

Some gang? Pulse Echo. They were looking for fighters. Tough, strong, and formidable. The pay was good. Even the offer was pretty amazing: they’d paid her travel to New Athens, in exchange for a short work order. Not terrible. They were interested in her fighting history, her mods, and more.

It wasn’t until she met the DOGS that she understood why. Now it was too late. She THOUGHT everyone was the villain in the grand story of humanity. Then she saw what real evil was. Poor souls enslaved by machinery in their bodies, invading their minds. Her contract said ‘security’, but one wrong step and she’d be just another DOG.

In her old gig, she could handle people, steer them, and control the outcome. Here? She was in over her head.

A group of data-brokers, they scrub data, hack things, commit various crimes and oh, they have a pack of augmented humans they call Dogs, who're built to mostly go kill things, they're as close to living-robots as a human can get.