New member
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Name: Nagashima Shinsui
Alias/Handle: Talon
Age: 21
Ethnicity: Japanese
Birthplace: Iron Divide, Santo Domingo, Night City
Appearance: 6'2", muscular, toned build. Neon-highlighted cybernetic hair that shifts between electric gold and dark black. His body has several intricate traditional Irezumi tattoos that match with his black and gold cybernetics.
Family Ranking: Gang-Family
Parents: His father was traditionally minded, a minor but long-serving enforcer for the Tyger Claws, before he was executed for challenging Kazuo Saito, a modernizer in the Claws who wants to break with tradition. His mother runs a black-market cyberware shop in Kabuki and has tried to stay off their radar since the execution.
Childhood Environment: Raised on the streets of Japantown, his father preferred he attend school, but certain police officers and local gang members harassed him because of his family ties. He learned to fight early as a result, and the spiral into crime continued from there.
Personality: Has a need for quiet control. Holds a deep respect for tradition, and while he'll work with hotheads or street punks, he'll never respect them. Naga believes the way the Claws operate should not change and that senior Tyger Claw members who honor tradition should be respected. He has a personal concept of honor in business but sees violence as an art, with no hesitation in using dirty tricks in a fight or struggle.
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Friends:
• Cherry Horizon: A Japanese netrunner with a rep for tagging corpo servers with her ID and a long time childhood friend.
• Hiro Tanaka: An Arms dealer specializing in custom-modded tech and smart weapons.
• Esumi "Grey Away" Masuda: A former Mox turned ripper doc, maintains Naga's cyberware and body for a price.
Enemies:
• "Chrome Mauler": An irrational Maelstrom butcher with a vendetta after a few misplaced words. That's all it takes.
• NCPD Detectives Rourke and McGaren: Old school cops who have been hassling him since he was twelve, and part of the reason he took the gang life.
• Kazuo "Sun Wraith" Saito: A mid-ranking Tyger Claw who killed his father but barely notices Naga yet.
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Skills:
• Special Skill: Combat Sense - Enhanced reflexes and intuition in dangerous situations, allowing them to sense threats, react faster, and plan tactical moves.
• Bladed Combat and martial Arts
• Cyberware Cracking, recyling, and reuse of implants and augments.
• Stealth
• Personal Firearms
• Intimidation
Languages: Japanese, English, Cantonese
Cyberware:
• Street-Grade Subdermal Armor (Basic) -8 HL
• Street-Grade Mantis Blades -12 HL
• Street-Grade Nano Repair System -16 HL
Empathy: 6
Humanity: 64/100
Street-Grade cyberware is cheaper but often poorly calibrated, lacking the necessary neural interfaces standards, and running on outdated firmware. This results in decreased sensory feedback, emotional suppression, and/or erratic neural responses. Users may experience glitches, intrusive thoughts, and emotional dead zones, making it harder to connect with others.
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• Black-and-gold bomber jacket with the Tyger Claws symbol on the back.
• Carbon fiber-reinforced combat pants, marked by gang signs.
• Arasaka JKE-X2 Kenshin
• Black-and-gold throwing knives dipped in neurotoxin.
• Father twin Katana's
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Nagashima Shinsui was born into the brutral gang reality of of Night City's Japantown. He was raised by a mother who traded in cyberware and a traditional father who died for refusing the orders of the wrong Tyger Claws boss, believing they were bringing dishonor to the gang. Though his father cultivated discipline and trained him to defend himself, he wanted a better life for his son. Alas, growing up in Night City, certain NCPD officers and rival gang youths targeted him due to his family ties, forcing him to learn to defend himself at an early age.
Absorbed into the gang's ranks out of necessity, his talent for bladed combat and effectiveness earned him the nickname "Talon." He has started to gain recognition in the hierarchy, specializing in small-time assassinations, minor gang skirmishes over turf, and enforcing the Claws' dominance in illegal cyberware trades. While he'll work with street punks, sadists, and hotheads that the Claws' street-level presence attracts, he rarely respects them. To an outsider, the traditions of the Claws may not make sense, as their business is often distasteful or downright ruthless, but in his eyes within the organization, codes of honor separate the animals from the true men and women. From his father, he learned that business is often preferable to bloodshed. It's what keeps order in an orderless world and makes his word his bond.
Roleplaying Threads:
• Neon Soaked Flames: Tyger Claws at the Phoenix Club
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Since the previous trouble, the Phoenix Club had tightened security, and its floorspace had seen an upgrade. There was still plenty of cigarette smoke, light drug use, and the scent of cocktails, now with the occasional bright phoenix glowing on the walls. Mixing with the hum of illuminated tables, waitresses, gutter rats, and street punks dipping in neon. The Tyger Claws' club had a bit more flash, drawing outsiders in to spend their eddies at the casino tables. The lighting and music had been refined, but the core of the place remained the same. In the backrooms, to those who knew, it was a stronghold, a meeting ground where power shifted hands over drinks, whispered negotiations, and silent or not-so-silent threats.
Nagashima Shinsui—Talon to the Claws, Naga to his friends—leaned against the back wall, arms crossed, watching the room pass by like routine. He wasn't seated at the main table, where mid-level Tyger Claws like Kazuo Saito, Sugita Nara, Kondo Oniji, Fukuyama Shuko, and Hiraoka Au discussed business, nor in the backrooms where one of the senior leaders held court. Seeing Saito out of the corner of his eye, he exhaled slowly. Not yet. There'd be a day. Instead, he stood at the edges, observing and learning.
A few street-level punks lined the bar, loud-mouthed and disrespectful, their presence swelling with ego and neon liquor.
Talon rolled his shoulders, loosening up, feeling the weight of the mantis blades hidden beneath his skin—an unshakable presence. He wasn't here to talk. He was here to watch. Something was about to go down.
First…
Sugita looked from him to the bar. She didn't need to say two words. Talon moved, stepping toward the punks. The ones that knew stopped immediately. The ones that didn't well… One pulled a knife, setting his palm flat on the counter like he was about to play a game of chance and cut up their bar in the process.
Talon's hand came down over the wrist of the youngest and loudest.
"Dame da." Don't.
The punk looked up. He and his friends hesitated, but it wasn't Talon they were looking at anymore, it was the dozen bodies now watching them from around the room. He was only twenty-one himself, but they understood where they were. One bad move was enough. Attack one Claw, attack them all. The punk nodded, slipping the knife away. Sometimes they learned easily, and sometimes it was a harder lesson, like the next one.
A message came through Talon's earpiece. Cherry Horizon, his netrunner friend sat at a far table, eyes locked on an invisible feed in her optics, monitoring the meeting.
It was about to go down.
A fixer and a corpo had arrived, they had a rat, and they had to find out who.
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