Empiricist

Izumi Kurosawa "Hah, tell me about it. The name's Izumi Kurosawa. Civil Security. I don't believe I know yours either." Another shifty fellow. With a smile as plastic as that, I'm already reaching for my gun. Between him and Frosty over there, I'm not sure who I trust less. She offers him a handshake.

Izumi Kurosawa "I'm fine with drinks, especially if there's whiskey." She glances back at Frosty. "And for the record I can drink on the move. I don't think this will be a quick job though, there's too many people, and too much firepower for that."

Izumi Kurosawa So they're doing something back there, not entirely sure what. Not entirely sure I want to know either. Curiosity - it's a mistake I've made more times than I care to admit. One that I'm getting better at making these days. One that's getting less painful at least. Guess I'm getting used to being shot. Hope that ain't a bad thing. Doesn't feel like it at least. Still, that being said, company's always nice. Even if it's silent. Especially if it's silent. Okay not always. Usually. More often than not. Good enough for me. With that in mind, I follow Frosty. Don't expect her to talk, hoping she won't even. The armor's bright, too bright. The kind you'd pick for the presence alone. The kind worn by fools swayed by shininess... or, those who have something to hide within the light. Probably a few shallow graves. There's usually a few of those somewhere in there. "Go on ahead, check for anything that looks like an ambush." "Acknowledged" And with that, the dove flutters from her arm, soaring high as it begins to trace the path ahead.

Izumi Kurosawa ~A Short While Ago~ Help. It seems like everyone needs help these days. Maybe even more than help, a hero - a knight in shining armor. Someone to stand between you and a whole world's worth of miseries. Someone to tell you that everything's okay. Even when it isn't. Me? I've found mine. They come in convenient little bottles. Just twenty-nine ninety-nine a pop. But not everyone's as lucky. Some just don't like drinking. Some just haven't found anything strong enough. And some, well, some need someone in the flesh and blood. And that someone is m- Hah! No, I can't say it with a straight face. Job description says it's me but, it says a lot of things. Mostly just to make us look a little better in the eyes of... Not actually sure who. Can't be the public, they definitely don't buy it. Someone seems to at any rate, wouldn't be here otherwise now would I? At least, I hope, they buy it. Because if they don't, then they really have to be that desperate, and that, I don't like the sound of. I glance at my glass in my hand. Half-empty. Didn't even give me a chance to finish it. Must've been in a hurry. I glance at the others around me. Displaced. Disoriented. Disorganized. Just like me. They really are that desperate, aren't they? Almost immediately, Kurosawa drains her glass completely and tosses it aside, letting it shatter against the ground. She really was too sober for this. ~Now~ I press the barrel against the corpse, and pull the trigger. Bang. Sort of. Close enough. Heard a shotgun before? It's not quite quite a bang, but if there's a better word for it, I haven't heard of it. It's, not getting back up from that. Not that it was in much shape to the first place. But that's not the point. The point is, when I pull the trigger, bad things happen to what it's pointed at. And here at least, that happened. Lovely. My gun works right against the dead it seems. "Sif." That isn't his name. But he'll answer to it. He'll answer to any name really. Of course he will, most spreadsheets have more personality, most at least won't avoid it. Says that it's unbecoming of a god or something, they all do, doesn't matter who makes them. It's hardwired. Built into the template. Something like that. They say it's a matter of civil security. Funny that, I didn't think they still cared about it. Flying, descending, from somewhere, from nowhere, a dove appears. As lands on Kurosawa's arm, acknowledging its summons with a voice ethereal and hollow. "Kurosawa." "Well? Anything?" "No. Your position remains unknown."

Edmund Cooper (Strider) is a Military Engineer, though he currently lacks any repair effects. However, Murdoc has stated in Discord (not sure if this was stated in-thread) that under normal circumstances, everyone is restored to full health after a battle, so being repaired in-between encounters won't be too much of a problem normally.

These PCs have been approved but have not been added to the list. [url=http://www.pokemonreborn.com/forum/index.php?showtopic=22875&page=2#entry578138]Halley[/url] (IntSys) [url=http://www.pokemonreborn.com/forum/index.php?showtopic=22875&page=3#entry578736]Izumi Kurosawa[/url] (Empiricist) Primaries appending approval.

Assuming this is using the same manner of roll system as its predecessor, and I'm reasonably certain it is, it's static (so +4 in your case).

I'm not sure if the sign-ups will ever close, pretty sure they haven't closed now at any rate. As for the spoiler tags: [spoiler] Spoilers. [/spoiler]

Okay, okay, so, since this game runs on precedents like some sort of inevitably Byzantine legal system, I shall endeavor to record and generalize precedents (stuff Murdoc approved) here. Note that I won't record everything (some actions are unlisted because I have no idea what they were like at Level 1 or how they were upgraded).

Status Effect only. None of her non-Basic Actions currently deal any damage.

Yes I'm aware that 0 SYN will hurt her quite a bit, but it makes sense fluff-wise that she can't actually run anything remotely magical right now seeing as her only augmentations are just there to help keep her drinking habits from becoming too self-destructive, and her supernatural abilities stem from CivSec rather than any part of her.

Oh also, Kurosawa still needs a complexity rating, since it's currently just a bad computer science joke.

Loose-Cannon Miko: