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This is a request for the two most important people currently in Priam’s life: his previously-abandoned daughter and the poor kid he’s roped into servitude helping him with all his science shit. I apologise ahead of time for the length, my fingers get carried the fuck away.

The Assistant: Bear with me while I trip over the two poorly stitched-together ideas I have in my head for this little weirdo. But the basic premise of their relationship is that Priam somehow came upon him when he was young(er) and decided that he would be a fitting assistant/guinea pig/outlet for all his various issues and whadda ya’ know, he is. Their relationship is odd and high-key codependent -- with Priam being fiercely possessive and the kid having been more or less manipulated into attachment. Anyone on the outside looking in might surmise that Priam views him more as a commodity than a person, and the truth is he probably does. But as everything else in Priam’s life tends to run, things are a bit more complicated than that alone. He cares for the kid, truly, but that care tends to manifest itself sparsely, and the rest of their time together is built on the back of subtle manipulation: it’s just me and you against the world - no one else would understand, and various degrees of abuse: verbal degradation - calls him names, tells him to fuck off, says he doesn’t give a shit about him, etc., & physical - nothing direct, mostly injuries sustained through being forced into dangerous circumstances (he’d actually freak the fuck out if he were ever an immediate cause of harm, otherwise he can brush it off as hazards of the trade). You can trust that anyone else caught causing the kid pain are themselves in for a world of hurt tbqh. Now, onto the ideas! Option #1: Priam stumbled upon the kid some years ago (maybe when the boy had been around 10 or 11?) in the gutter/slums/some dilapidated area sans any parent or guardian (what happened to them would be up to the player) and decided to take the kid under his wing, so to speak. To this day he stands firmly on the fact it wasn’t an act of mercy or some bleeding heart symptom, but that he saw a beneficial opportunity (free assistant!) and took it. Maybe that’s true, maybe it isn’t, who knows. They’ve been together ever since and yadda yadda etc. Option #2: Kid’s an Artifex Priam either found or stole, unshackled (however the fuck that works), and then went about reprogramming/adding mods and otherwise customising him both outward and inward (and will probably continue to do so until the end of time, he fucking loves it - like, goes pure mad over whatever new shit he can introduce into the kid’s system, it’s great). Boy’s been successfully hidden for years now and Priam would go to any length to make sure that’s the way it stays. (Note: because I’m still not exactly sure how Artifex work and what all the lore is regarding them, we’ll let this be a loose skeleton for now, and hammer out the details as they come!) Personality-wise, I want to leave him fairly open -- except for the fact he’s hyper-susceptible to Priam’s suggestion, greatly values his opinion, and has developed an anxious need to please due to some rather creative conditioning. He’s also probably taken on some of Priam’s traits, be they positive or negative (but deep inside, Priam’s always hoped the kid would come out a better person than he is.) Tl;dr he’s the Morty to Priam’s Rick. Suggested FC (or really, just the one I used for the graphic) is Arthur Gosse, but only because I love him and his face to bits and pieces, lol. Tbh this is entirely open, any face will do so long as they’re in their early to mid 20′s!

The Daughter: One of the greatest regrets of Priam’s life was abandoning his wife and young daughter some 15+ years ago, and it probably goes without saying that she’s developed heaps of daddy issues thanks to it. His reasons for leaving vary, and I’m not sure he’s ever even really reconciled them within himself -- whether it was due to the slow deconstruction of his marriage, his tendency to always prioritise work/his own selfish interests, or the addictions he’d developed toward “the end” of everything. All that really matters is that he did and now he’s back. After the death of her mother and Priam’s wife (separated, but never divorced), Priam finally reached out to make contact with his daughter, which she could not have been more thrilled about. Contrary to how she probably should have felt, she’s spent most of their time apart wishing, hoping, and praying for her dad to come home while more than likely believing herself to be the real reason he left.  They’ve been reunited for maybe eight or so months now, and things have been fairly breezy -- thanks in part to her fear of driving him away again/need to please and his desire to make amends for all the things he’d missed. He’s still wildly selfish and self-serving, though no one could argue he loves his daughter very much -- and to the best of his limited ability. Where she’s at now is up to the player, whether it’s in a (relatively volatile and unhappy) marriage thanks to her severely wounded identity and eagerness to settle down with the first man who would have her (like I said, daddy issues), trying her best to make it out in the big wide world alone, or any in-between, it all works for me!  I’d like it if she shared some similarities to Priam where personality’s concerned, because she is -- after all -- his daughter. Maybe some anger or drinking issues, probably very clever and bright, able to adapt to situations, idk whatever. We can talk more about the details when the time comes. But like the kid’s his Morty, Tl;dr she’s the Beth. Suggested FC is Kwak Ji Young because she’s gorgeous and dope af, but any (at least half) Korean woman that could pass for late 20′s (I think 29 or 30 is the age I’m aiming for, to fit in Priam’s timeline) would work! 

- born in beine, unsouled. has a family--two parents, a sister, but with her parents working long hours to scrape by, it never felt too much like home.

- sees the callouses on her parents hands and the way her peers start to sell pieces of themselves as they get older--drugs, prostitution, gangs--and she's terrified that that future is her only certainty

- grows up quick and quiet, learns it's easier when no one notices you. she develops sticky fingers, lifting things from local merchants and selling them for extra money on the black market.

- her first kill is at age sixteen, with a rusty pipe in a dark, dank alley. she never learns the man's man, but she never forgets the way he tried to paw at her body or the slickness of his blood on her hands.

- bad news. the man was a ranking gang member, the kind people get mad about when they're found dead. the newspapers call her a hero, say someone is finally cleaning up the streets. no one knows the truth, no one cares. the gang puts a bounty on her head.

- she kisses her sister on the cheek and goes into hiding. lives the worst she ever has--half-starved, filthy. more like a rat than a girl. when a rival gang finds her, she doesn't have the strength to fight back. she tries to cut her own throat. fails.

- the rival gang offers her a deal. she's not a girl or a rat or anything she used to be, not anymore. she's a symbol, the proof that their enemies can bleed. work for them, they says, and she won't go hungry. she won't have to do a thing, they say, just so long as their rivals see her face.

- they lie.

- for a while they only have her stealing. they can hit bigger targets like this, tap into the jugular of the megacorporations that use beine like a furnace uses coal. it feels good, like she's doing something right. she knows it can't last.

- the second time she kills its and accident, and it's not. it's easy, and it's not. there's a guard, gun pointed at her teammates back. he has a good position, hidden in the shadows. hers is better. she slips her knife into his neck, and holds him until he stops twitching.

- what's worse, the dragon or the girl who slays it? she doesn't realize they've been training her to be an assassin until she's got the rival gang leader's blood on her hands

- the gang spreads out to take over the gaps left behind by the fallen one and for the first time she really understands what she is: a sharp instrument in someone else's hands

- so she leaves, runs away in the dark of night--but a knife is still a knife, and she was made to cut. the people of beine can't protect themselves. not from the government, the gang lords, their own bellies. she sees a role, and she does her best to fill it

- she means to kill seneca aust

- but he's faster and stronger and, not for the first time, she knows she's about to die. but he doesn't kill her. instead, he offers her a job.

- she walks away

- she comes back three days later, bruised and bleeding from an unfavorable encounter with the law, and she knows that she can't live like this anymore. all things considered, she adopts the adtrekts much like a feral cat chooses a home. quiet and definitively.

- she and seneca never actually discussed the terms of her involvement with the group but there's a quiet understanding that she doesn't do what she doesn't want to do. she's been owned once, and she won't do it again.

- she struggles with the desire to be a Good Person(tm) and that she's got too much blood on her hands to ever really get there. sometimes she'll get the itch and go haring off on a solo mission to help someone to needle a corporation, even when it's not necessarily advisable.

- all in all she likes the adtrekts much more than she ever planned on. they remind her what it's like to be a person and not a means to an end.  

TW/CW: dumb af language/vulgarity (see me trying to set the tone or something), mentions of attempted suicide.

Firmly believes humanity is the root of all evil slash that everyone and their idiot fish-brained uncle is 200% a whiny little bitch.

Virtually unburdened by all that “morality” bullshit everyone’s always bending over for. (Except tbh he’s mad empathetic and it takes so much effort to actually suppress it IRL. It’s an issue so he drinks. ://///)

“I don’t care,” I say, caringly, as I care deeply.

Filthy old bastard’s got kinks that ain’t even been invented yet, ladies (and gents and aliens and demigods and demons and bigfoots(feet?) and Nikola Tesla’s negatively-charged ghost 👀  😘  👉 👌 👻  🍆  🔥).

Anti-corporation, anti-government, anti-people, anti-everything except for your hot mum in a neon zentai suit and your dad in a ginger wig. 😎 👉👉

Full-blown conspiracy theorist who will rant @ u for DAAAAAYS re: all the shit your CorpoGods™ are hiding from you -- you lil’ sheep-ass dummies with your stupid gaping mouths all slurpin’ on the collective cock. Gross.

Knocked up his girl at 17, got married because that’s what you do, and it was a twelve-year-long shit show (read: true love is a lie) until the day some sorta rock-bottom smacked him in the dick and he dipped. Left his wife and daughter with this classic dodge: brb heading out for a pack of smokes, and obviously never returned.

His wife died some years later, daughter’s all grown and they’ve had little to no contact up until very recently, when he’d finally been sad and lonely enough to reach out to her. In between that time, however, he’s trudged on thru as a grumpy old asshole who’s either stolen, unshackled, and fiddled with some poor Artifax in search of companionship and/or “adopted” himself an equally poor little urchin pal he’s come to begrudgingly care for while at the same time exposing to some good ol’ mind-fucking, subtle manipulation, and mild abuse. (Ps someone make them??)

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Self-medicates but calls it stimulus. Self-medicates but calls it quick-tapping into his gooey creative core -- an inspirational punch to the brain-gut that’s routed through a very contented bloodstream. Self-medicates but calls it just havin’ a chill ass time, motherfucker. Makes high-functioning alcoholism and drug use his friggin’ bitch, son.

High-key hates his life and wants desperately for an end.

Genuinely regrets the fact he’d abandoned his family all those years ago and wants to make the most of any future he might have with his daughter (and perhaps her family?), but navigating that sort of deal feels like walking through a field of thorns blindfolded. It’s scary and foreign and it hurts and he’s bleeding?

Provides and performs unlicensed and under-the-table yet decent quality (despite the fact it’s probably mostly made of garbage -- I mean, you work with what you got) tech mods and body augs to mainly impoverished and otherwise 300% fucked citizens for fairly cheap (really, whatever they can pay). NOT OUT OF THE GOODNESS OF HIS HEART because AHEM what’s that, but because he likes to “tinker”, which is actually what he calls it s2g.

Straight up MacGyvers that shit.

Tfw you get wasted and decide to grab fate by the balls and yank ‘em around a bit via Russian Roulette (or the futuristic equivalent) meets Take a Shot When You Don’t Die with ‘you, yourself, and u’ but pass out before you have the chance to prove conclusively that God’s not fucking real.

Ps God’s not real don’t be an idiot.