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Ironmonger's avatar jumps into view on whatever interface Ikarus establishes the connection through. It portrays a large axe on some sort of chopping block, both in black, with an angry red blood smeared on both and the same color filling the background.

"Know what a fuckin'-" She grunts, before roaring, "think I'm some kinda fucking gonk?"

She marches over to the central server. Angrily, like most anything she does. Under her breath, she mutters about knowing just fine what the hell a central server looks like and how to spot one.

A part of her knows Ik's just tryin' to be helpful. Knows she shouldn't get annoyed at him. But for fucking years she hadn't just been treated like a tool to be used, a tool that shouldn't think for itself, a tool for nothing but death. She'd been that tool. So now, now that she could think for herself and not just be some sorta fuckin' gonk, yeah, it kinda stung when it felt like someone thought she was some dull tool.

Especially considering the amount of strategizing and planning that went into heists like this. Maybe she should just stop making it seem easy or something, so people realize it fucking isn't.

With an inhumanly quick flick of her wrist, she discards the viscera from her hand and slots in her personal link.

"Transfering file and..." The soft buzzing of electricity hums as the neural interface displays a loading bar on her retina. "Done."

Pulling out her link, she turns around and reloads her iron.

"Thanks for the tip pal, but wasn't exactly plannin' on sticking 'round, nor on leaving behind any more traces than I gotta. Enough fuckheads gunnin' for me already."

She snorts, waltzing out of the control room. Off in the distance, she can hear the soft ding of an elevator and quiet footsteps. Probably impossible to hear without the fuckton of implants inside of her, but after so long with 'em, Iron doesn't really know any better anymore.

"And I'll tell ya one thing - if some fuckhead cowboy or cop got me in their sights, they better not miss."

It's common enough knowledge that among the crews that populate the shadowy places in Japan, the Nano Zillas are regulars to the idea of outsourcing their brutality. While many of them were capable in physical space as much as the Net, there was always the simple fact that crushing corporate drones into a fine paste was something that reflected... poorly, on Ik and his people if they did anything more than toss the multiple hundreds-of-thousands in yen to the willing mercenaries populating the city who cracked heads for a living. One such mercenary in Ikarus' chosen arsenal was Ironmonger, and while he often preferred to spare the bloodshed-

he's wrought enough suffering with his own hands to last several lifetimes and it haunts him even now.

He'll never say Ironmonger isn't effective at what she does. It doesn't take long for one of the other runners to patch her through- the flickering image of a fox with too-many eyes and splintered limbs spreading into the markings of a motherboard soon displayed on all appropriate cyberware and equipment- 1NF1N1T3FUN's modulated voice rumbling across their connection. "Always so crass Iron. If you've made your way into their server room, I have already provided you with my... gift, to leave behind."

eightmoreeyes.exe transferred.

"There will be a large, central server in the room you've breached. Identifiable via the hundreds of cables running to it. If you can avoid smearing any viscera upon the consoles, I ask that you transfer the .exe that I've sent you, and then get clear of the building- by destroying this server I will likely be releasing a substantial EMP pulse that would cleanly strand you at the scene of the crime. I'd like to refrain from losing you to any upstart Cowboy or cop too big for their position- partnerships are... difficult to come by, when I don't leave my den."

hundreds more eyes than just eight peer through cameras and code- Iron's presence alone in the building as good as standing there himself- a camera above once lit blue now sweeping the room with a sharp red gaze.

"The good news is upon the pulse, all evidence you were ever here will be wiped away. If you are the type who desires credit for your atrocities, I would leave your calling card now." The camera settles, pointing deeper into the building. "work quickly. I'm picking up heat signatures higher in the building moving to the server area."

#ikarus: virus #ikarus

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Iron wasn't aware she had a type. She most certainly owed this to being as dense as the metal whose name she went by. Whether it came to girls she hit up in bars or joytoys who caught her interest, there was most definitely a pattern. One which Cassie fit neatly into, even if Iron couldn't have explained why she'd approached her of all dancers beyond that she looked good.

Stripclubs weren't places she visited often, either. Not that Iron wasn't one to pay for sex: she was a straight up regular with some of the girls downtown. But that's the thing - that's paying for sex. Surefire way to get it, and most of the girls are happy to pretend at some personal affection for your money. At a bar, there's that thrill of flirting and uncertainty, and the intimacy feels a little more real. Stripclubs had always felt like some kind of... Awkward middle ground. Arousing the want for another's body while knowing desire was all you's getting.

She's not exactly sure what drove her to asking the stripper for a private dance. The way she walks up to her and puts her hands on Iron's knees makes it hard to regret though.

The stripper's smile draws out something warm in Iron's stomach, and her breath hitches in her throat. Her muscles tighten at the physical contact, but the tension is gone as quickly as it'd come. She blinks at the question, and for a moment the tall woman whose implants screamed 'danger' seems like a buffering old computer.

Whatever emotions the blank expression were hiding quickly seem to fade away as she lets out a breath and offers 'Baby' a sheepish grin.

"Fuck, uh- Sorry," she breathes, dropping her head. "As in, for that. Not... Sorry ain't my name," she lets out in a mutter.

She shakes her head, black mane swaying side to side, and she looks up at her 'host' again with an almost apologetic look.

"Name's Ironmonger. Iron for short."

location: heaven's night with: ironmonger ( @conquerthroughfear )

cassie had always been terrible at reading others. though she was surrounded by so many savvy, street-wise people at heaven’s night — people who could deduce someone’s preferred type based on their drink order, or predict when a customer was going to be trouble based on nothing more than gut instinct — this skill never seemed to rub off on her. she couldn’t guess a woman’s career or a man’s kinks, she couldn’t tell what anyone wanted from her. it was simply easier to assume that whoever showed an interest in her at the club wanted what she was known for; sweet, doe-eyed, approachable. the innocent girl next door who you thought you might have a shot with, secretly watching her changing every night through the blinds. and most of the time, she was right in this assumption.

this was what she presumed about the woman who approached her for a one-on-one dance that evening. she was a new customer, one that cass was sure she would have remembered given that the woman was over six foot tall and had a curiously blank expression. standing before her, wearing soft blue chiffon so pale and skimpy that taking it off hardly seemed necessary, cassie let her guest get comfortable as she tugged the curtain across behind them. “hey there, gorgeous. i’m glad you wanted some alone time with me.” she smiled warmly, as though they were friends, as though she were grateful. “they call me baby, but i’ll answer to whatever you want.” she leant forward, placing her hands gently on the woman’s knees. “and what can i call you?”

#cassie

[conquerthroughfear]

Virus

Closed starter for @hxdonist Location: unnamed corporate office building

Ironmonger was the type of person you called when bodies needed dropping. Specifically corpo bodies that no other merc would be dumb enough to accept a hit on. Ikarus was the type of person who only called you when a problem in realspace needed fixing that he couldn't reach through the net. Specifically corpo problems that no other netrunner would be dumb enough to target.

Go figure what happens when Ikarus rings Ironmonger.

A body splashes into the pooling blood on the concrete floor, its face an unrecognizable mess. Bits of gore and blood drip from Ironmonger's fist. She steps over the corpse, leaving the corporate security team to rot in their own blood.

Her armor covered in blood, guts, pieces of bone, and at least some brain matter, she steps into the server room. She raises her pistol, putting a bullet through the one netrunner's skull. Been on that one's case for a minute already, since her ICE had blocked some shitstained attempt to shut down her implants. The red outline of the tracker faded away alongside the runner's heartbeat.

The other tries to raise their hands in surrender, but they're too slow before Iron's squashed their head against a wall.

The office's basement now quiet, the masked merc looks around the server room, her iron visage betraying nothing of the manic glee bubbling beneath the surface.

She taps into her link to Ikarus.

"I'm in. Fuck do I do now?"

#ikarus #ikarus: virus #hope this is okay!

[conquerthroughfear]

Bounty

Closed starter: Alessia & Ironmonger ( @anarchicchaos )

It wasn't that uncommon for Iron to get hook-ups. It wasn't that uncommon for contact details to be exchanged either, even if she tried to avoid it. Sometimes shit worked out, for a short while. Two people looking for comfort in the warmth of each other's bodies. With how little comfort the city offered freely though, the mind was quick to associate it with feelings. And Iron knew all too well that anyone getting attached to her was just going to get fucked. By her, through her, whatever the fuck. Didn't matter: she'd be at fault.

Better to rip the bandaid off and break off contact.

Hadn't gotten to that point with Nicci. In fairness, hadn't had much of a chance for whatever they had to go anywhere, considering they met, talked, and slept together exactly once. Probably would be best to keep it at that.

But her contract had wanted the man with the blown-out kneecaps in front of her arrested. Not killed. Not her style, not the kind of justice that actually saw shitstains wiped out. But the contract had paid well, and a girl had to eat. So: no killing the target.

Luckily for Ironmonger, those same specifics hadn't applied to the henchmen literally strewn around the room.

With a precisely aimed and, for her doing, soft kick, she knocked him out cold so she could text Nicci in silence. Couldn't hand anyone over to the police herself, let alone think of receiving a bounty for it. Least she could do was help someone else make end's meet. Actually put some good out into the world for once, instead of just taking away the bad.

A text from an unknown number. The one Ironmonger doesn't give out to hook-ups when they're either insistent or Iron fell asleep before managing to sneak out.

Anonymous: Have a bounty for you Anonymous: Ready for pickup

#closed starter #alessia #alessia: bounty #she's very problematic i'm aware

[conquerthroughfear]

Conqueror - military record

Enter credentials: ************** Loading data... Security clearance level: insufficient

Name: INSUFFICIENT PERMISSIONS

Callsign: CONQUEROR

Handler: RUYXIL

Status: DECEASED (KIA)

Age: TWENTY-FIVE(26)(TOD)

QUALIFICATIONS

SSQ (STANDARD SOLDIER QUALIFICATIONS)

HEAVY WEAPONRY

HEAVY WEAPON SYSTEMS

AUXILIARY WEAPONS

BREACHING

DEMOLITIONS

INTERROGATION

SOS (SOLDIER ON SOLDIER) COMBAT

CYBERPSYCHOSIS CONTAINMENT

DEPLOYMENT HISTORY

INSUFFICIENT PERMISSIONS

CYBERWARE CAPACITY: subject has shown remarkable capacity for implants, currently residing at 144% load based on industry standard estimates. Adverse effects have yet to take hold.

Neural interface

Hercules skeleton

Hercules muscle grafts

SAMURAI fortified ankles

Blacksteel Demon Arm breacher & launcher systems

SAMURAI NUpalm launcher

Shock absorber recoil compensator

Prototype integumentary armor

SAMURAI-VI optics & ICE

Blood pumps

SAMURAI Nervous System Combat Implants

Electric discharge systems

Detailed descriptors at bottom of file.

EQUIPMENT

Standard SAMURAI-VI equipment.

HEAVY SAMURAI-VI equipment.

CUSTOM MELEE WEAPON: halberd (196 cm, 10 kg). Material appears to be Blacksteel™. Exact origins unknown. Initial combat tests have proven extremely promising. Note: not found by retrieval unit.

CYBEREWARE (DETAILED)

NEURAL INTERFACE: SAMURAI-VI INTERFACE.

SPECIFICATIONS: Eisher SAMURAI Interface Mark VI.

DESCRIPTION: Standard fare SOLDIERS interface. Requirement for integration of other cyberware. Integrated computer for simple tasks and communication.

SKELETON: HERCULES SKELETON.

SPECIFICATIONS: Titanium bones (Hercules series 5.6), Dense marrow (Hercules prototype series "ATLAS"), Bionic joints (Hercules prototype series "ATLAS").

DESCRIPTION: Requirement for effective employment of muscle grafts & synthmuscle. New range for heavy-class SOLDIERS.

Tests have shown promising improvements for durability against small arms fire over the H4 series. Increased mass offers considerable resistance against being moved, and improved striking power.

MUSCLES: HERCULES MUSCLE GRAFTS.

SPECIFICATIONS: Synthmuscle & biomuscle grafts (Hercules prototype series "ATLAS" & series 5.6 respectively), situated on all non-trivial muscles (see SAMURAI-VI documentation section 4.7.2).

DESCRIPTION: New range for heavy-class SOLDIERS.

Early tests have shown promising results, with lifting capacity exceeding the previous series by up to 134%.

LEGS: SAMURAI FORTIFIED ANKLES, HEEL-SPIKE IMPLANTS.

SPECIFICATIONS: Ichibangase SAMURAI Mark V "BANSAI" Fortified Ankles, Blacksteel "Hellgate" Heel-Spikes.

DESCRIPTION: Pressure-loaded joint capsules and plastic fibers (combined with muscle grafts) allow subject to jump great heights, allowing for quick vertical repositioning, as well as quick bursts of horizontal movement.

Heel spikes intended to ground subject, allow to climb vertical surfaces, and for combat. Initial tests promising for intercepting cars.

ARMS: BLACKSTEEL BREACHER ARMS, VARIANT LAUNCHER-SYSTEMS, SHOCK ABSORBER, HAND ELECTRIC DISCHARGE SYSTEM.

SPECIFICATIONS: Blacksteel Demon Arm Breacher T4, Blacksteel Demon Arm Launcher L-E3, Eisher SAMURAI Mark VI "DRAGON" NUpalm launcher, Shock Absorber (Immovable Force series), Ichibangase / Eisher corporation "ZEUS" microgenerator Hand-EDS.

DESCRIPTION: Breacher arms are outsourced from Blacksteel Security Group, reinforcing the arms with Blacksteel™ pistons and microgel joint capsules, marketed as "designed to punch through a tank". Initial tests have proven this to be possible.

The NUpalm launcher replaces the original shrapnel launcher in subject's left (dominant) arm. Original purpose would be to create a hole in enemy armor and fire a blast of shrapnel through it. Considering subject's targets will be largely resistant to shrapnel, NUpalm was deemed more effective. Extensive tests pending.

Tests confirm that Immovable Force shock absorbers, combined with skeleton and muscle enhancements, result in negligible recoil.

Subject was prone to overheating and short-circuiting due to the amount of heavy-duty, active-current implants. The Electrical Discharge System (EDS) proved invaluable to remedy this. Excess currents are discharged through the hands and can be delivered to hostiles using hands or compatible weaponry. Further finetuning required to prevent synapse burnout.

INTEGUMENTARY SYSTEM: SAMURAI-VI.II INTEGUMENTARY ARMOR, BODY-WIDE EDS.

SPECIFICATIONS: Subdermal plating (Eisher mark 14), Impact-absorbers (Eisher prototype series), Conqueror synthskin (unique prototype). Ichibangase / Eisher corporation "ZEUS" macrogenerator Body-EDS (Electrical Discharge System).

DESCRIPTION: Significantly improves subject's resistance to harm. Extensive testing on effectiveness when armor is pierced has been postponed due to budget issues.

Prototype synthskin has proven slash-resistant against unaugmented humans. Significant healing properties require further studying to be copied. Air-pressure sensors intended to allow subject to feel attacks incoming. Given sufficient range (150m <), subject has been able to avoid bullets when also given visual cues.

Body-wide EDS allows for violent electrical discharges when subject would be at risk of overheating or short-circuiting. Assessed danger to subject: acceptable.

OPTICS: SAMURAI-VI OPTICS.

SPECIFICATIONS: Ichibangase / Eisher corporation SAMURAI optics Mark VI.

DESCRIPTION: Standard fare SOLDIER optics. Capable of low-light, infrared, and magnetic vision/filters. Rewind function stores data up to 24 hours. Zoom: 20x. Framerate modified to allow subject to track own and hostile movements.

Smart-targeting systems were previously installed, but testing showed negligible to negative results.

FRONTAL CORTEX: SELF-ICE, JÄGER TRACKER.

CEREBELLUM: SOULSAVER CORTEX RECONSTRUCTOR.

SPECIFICATIONS: Gestalt Bureau Self-ICE v12.2, Jäger Security Tracker v36.7, Gestalt Bureau "Soulsaver" Cortex Reconstructor v0.7.

DESCRIPTION: Standard fare SOLDIER ICE. Self-ICE is capable of periodically shutting down pathways to defend against netrunners.

Tracker interfaces with optics to let subject zero in on netrunner's position.

Soulsaver stores brain mappings to allow subject to compensate for brain lesions. The newest prototype has functions that allow lesions to be repaired, but is still in the testing phase.

CIRCULATORY SYSTEM: BLOOD PUMPS.

SPECIFICATIONS: Ichibangase Blood Pump (Archangel series 2.0).

DESCRIPTION: Standard fare circulatory cyberware for frontline/breacher SOLDIERS. Allows more efficient and faster distribution of blood, increasing stamina (test results: +72%) and rate of healing (test results: +52%). In case of critical damage to the heart, the pumps can function as a back-up for up to several minutes (test results inconclusive).

NERVOUS SYSTEM: SAMURAI COMBAT IMPLANTS.

SPECIFICATIONS: Ichibangase / Eisher corporation SAMURAI adrenaline booster Mark VI, Pain Editor (Eisher mark 12), Ichibangase / Eisher corporation SAMURAI nerve grafts Mark VI.

DESCRIPTION: Adrenal booster allows for more extreme responses to adrenaline, and for the effects to last up to an hour. Regenerative purposes of adrenaline reserves require further testing (initial tests suggest it speeds up the process by ~200%).

Pain Editor allows subject to "turn off" pain signals: initial tests with new series and subject have proven promising.

Nerve grafts increases neural signal speed and reaction time/reflexes. Subject was at first implanted with the Mark VII prototype at R's insistance, but proved incompatible.

#anarchicintro. #ironmonger #i might've gone off the rails #had a little too much fun designing an over the top cyberpunk soldier #tw: human experimentation (implied)

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Wanted connections

TLDR:

A Diamond King member who's been around a while and got Iron to join.

People who've been harmed, directly or indirectly, by Iron.

A stripper who's frequented by Iron.

A Cowboy who occasionally gets to cash in someone Iron caught.

Ironmonger's go-to Ripperdoc

Ironmonger's go-to Mechanic.

Another SOLDIER who had a rivalry with Ironmonger back when she was Conqueror, and now learns that she's still alive.

Anything else you'd like!

More detailed prompts and rough concepts of what I'm looking for below :) All are just ideas or to serve as inspiration for all connections; what I write here needn't at all be how it went/goes down IC. I'm flexible and love brainstorming!

THE DIAMOND KING - You've been a part of the gang for a while, have a good eye for talent, and perhaps a soft spot for those wronged by the system. Ironmonger went at it by her lonesome after escaping Eisher. Only reason that really worked was because most criminals were mere meatbags in comparison to what the SAMURAI-VI program left her with. Eventually, her bloody crusade earned your attention, and you were the one to convince her to try to join the Diamond Kings.

Looking for a mentor or even parental figure, but am open to ideas!

VICTIMS - Maybe you knew someone. Someone who you cared about. Someone whose body was left an unrecognizable mess after whatever monster had killed them was done with them. Filled with so many bullets they're more gore than person. Cleaved in two, straight down the middle. Left hanging from meathooks. Maybe you were someone, and you know just how narrowly you escaped such a fate.

Could be a superficial connection, or one involving vengeance or forgiveness, or anything you think could be fun; I don't have anything specific in mind yet.

THE DANCER - You're a dancer at a stripclub. Lots of people come to you for a simulacrum of intimacy and comfort they can't actually afford in 2044. Iron's a regular. The good kind, whose flirting is kinda fun, who knows when to keep her hands off and when more is being offered. The kind that actually respects you, and (of course) tips well. The kind who understands that neither of you should ask too many questions.

Would be interested in anything from something superficial, to an eventual romance, to Iron causing the dancer to get caught in the (metaphorical) line of fire, to the dancer being saved by Iron, etc.

THE COWBOY - Cowboys don't have it easy. Every paycheck is earned by the skin of your teeth. So getting a text from an unknown number telling you they have a bounty you can claim, no strings attached, is both a godsent and really fucking suspicious. You took the gamble; whether out of desperation, or curiosity, or whatever motivation. Luckily for you, it didn't result in a bullet to the brain. It did result in not having to worry about your next paycheck, but also a lot of questions. Why the hell would anyone go after criminals if they can't even cash them in?

Was thinking this could be a fun "gradual friends" sort of connection, but again am open for most anything.

THE RIPPERDOC - No matter how good you are, the work of a back-alley ripperdoc is rarely glamorous. When a woman arrives on your table telling you to pull several anti-tank rounds out of her torso, it at least gets exciting. When you cut her open and the fact she's still alive is readily explained by there being more chrome inside of her than you sell in a year, mystery starts entering the equation. When you're sworn to secrecy with a gun pressed against your head, but are compensated for your troubles by double your usual fee, you can start answering some of the mystery for yourself.

The person who Ironmonger turns to when there's bullets stuck in her that she can't get out herself. Just as importantly, the ripperdoc who she turns to to tune and fix her internal gear. Am down for anything from pure business, to friends, to "found family" kinda shenanigans!

THE MECHANIC - It's not uncommon to have people bring their cars to you with bullet and shrapnel stuck in them. Even the tech-savvy ones are usually able to recognize their own limits. But when someone comes to you with those problems as often as Ironmonger, questions start arising. When she doesn't even try to haggle, you really start wondering what the hell is wrong with her.

Again down for most anything for this one, much like the ripperdoc.

THE RIVAL SAMURAI - You knew Conqueror, alright. Like most of those in the SAMURAI-VI program. Maybe, like most others, you hated her guts, and everyone in her unit, because you knew they were the people who put down your friend. Maybe they defected, maybe they'd allegedly fallen to cyberpsychosis. Maybe you were in her unit, and whenever one of you outperformed the other, it meant the losing party suffered for it. Whatever your connection, Conqueror and her reputation seemed to disappear as quickly as they'd come. Mission gone south in the Americas, you heard. You almost don't believe your optics when you come across some hotshot vigilante called Ironmonger.

Think it would be fun if this connection involved a bunch of conflict, and would love to plot together.

#anarchic 2044 #wanted connections #also open for anything not listed here! #feel free to hmu :)

[conquerthroughfear]

Ironmonger - introduction & bio

【 Naomi Scott //. cis woman //. she/her 】 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠… IRONMONGER into The Hub. You are registered to be TWENTY-NINE and have been given citizenship for TWENTY-ONE YEARS under the Expatriate Act. According to the data compiled, your most notable qualities seem to be BRAVERY & VIOLENCE. Please confirm that you are LAWFUL NEUTRAL. From what we’ve gathered your place of employ is currently for the DIAMOND KINGS as an ENFORCER //. the LEVEL FOUR GYM as a FIGHTER // a DEFECTIVE SOLDIER. Your NAME seems to be a MONIKER. We strongly advise that you provide the correct information pertaining to your background to ensure proper safety precautions: are you a _HOST_ or _HUMAN_? A deeper dive into our archive suggests that you are A WEAPON FORGED IN THE HELLFIRE OF WAR, THE SCRAPING OF METAL OVER METAL, A TIGER SNIFFING FOR BLOOD AND FEAR, BLOOD DRIPPING ONTO THE PAVEMENT, THE CIGARETTE BURNING YOUR LUNGS TO REMIND YOU YOU ARE ALIVE, THE LOOMING SHADOW PROTECTING YOU FROM HARM, BARBIE SKIN WRAPPED AROUND A WALKING TANK, ALONE AFRAID AND FORGOTTEN. Though we noticed you, too, are similar to THE PUNISHER, VALKYRIE (THOR: RAGNAROK), V (CYBERPUNK 2077, SOLO SPECCED), PALADINS (D&D). ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ ᴠᴇʀɪғɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ 100% ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ! Please comply to all regulations and laws. It is our hope that you enjoy your stay.

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TLDR: A runaway SOLDIER, ironically designed to take out defective SOLDIERS, now working with the Diamond Kings as a vicious vigilante. Deeply troubled, cares a lot about others but nothing about herself.

KEYWORDS: Fearless. Vicious. Intimidating. Confident. Headstrong. Self-destructive. Tough. Paranoid. Sardonic. Practical. Selfless. Self-destructive. Harsh. Unforgiving.

//. MONIKERS: Ironmonger, Iron. //. APPEARANCE: Tall and strong, standing at 6'2"/1.87m with a muscular built. Tanned skin that's uncannily smooth and unblemished. Deep brown eyes that usually carry a bored expression, and do little to hide the inner workings of Iron's mind. Short, brown hair that's so dark it usually appears black, worn in a mane to just above her shoulders. Carries herself with aggression and bravado, marching into any room as if she owns the place. Known for her trademark grin, and to never smile. //. ORIENTATION: Bisexual biromantic, strong femme preference //. OCCUPATION: Enforcer for the Diamond Kings, occasionally fights at Level Four. Spends most of her days making worse people's lives living hell. //. CYBERWARE: SOLDIER implants, geared towards heavy weaponry, close quarters combat and, most notably, taking down others just as 'borged out as her. A walking tank, but wrapped in synth-skin that leaves her unable to scar. For a detailed list, see: TBA. //. PERSONALITY: Broken by the wheel of abuse during her training as a Samurai-VI SOLDIER, Ironmonger has, in her own words, no humanity or goodness left. In reality, there's a noble spirit buried deep down under years of both receiving and inflicting violence. Iron will jump to protect those in need without a second thought for her own safety. She cares for others deeply and sincerely, but will push away anyone getting too close. On the one hand she fears she'll hurt them, on the other she simply doesn't believe she's worth liking, let alone loving. Instead she tries to find her comfort in what money can buy: booze, drugs, and sex. Her years of being forced to kill and somehow cope have left Ironmonger with an addiction to violence. One she's all too happy to indulge in whenever she gets her hands on criminals targeting the innocent, the corporats who form the pillars of the hellscape we live in, and any other twisted motherfucker unlucky enough to cross her path. //. STRENGTHS, SKILLS & ABILITIES: everything you'd expect from a former Samurai-VI SOLDIER; killing and hurting others in all manners known to humankind. Specializes in close quarters combat. Has a knack for intimidation, interrogation, and everything else having to do with instilling fear. Was quick to adapt her former skillset to streetwise applications. Struggles with reading, but can look at a map once and know the directions by heart. //. OTHER: Her actual weight is much higher than even her athletic frame would suggest, due to the amount of implants installed within her. This causes her footsteps to be remarkably loud when she's not making an effort to be quiet. She has no idea how to handle children and is mostly annoyed by them, but she has a soft spot for most animals. Cats especially are sure to draw her attention, and felines tend to be one of few living beings not fearful of her presence.

"Touch me again and you lose the hand."

//. Background (TW for mentions of violence, murder, and child abuse.)

Usually, the combination of training, indoctrination, and the simple facts that they have both nowhere else to go and would also be killed if they were to try, is enough to keep the SOLDIERS of the Samurai-VI project in line. Ironmonger's case wasn't a usual one though, considering the new class the Eisher Corporation needed subjects for.

Try to turn a dog against its own pack, and it's sure to turn upon the one training it.

Luckily for the Eisher Corporation, Ruyxil, the mastermind behind the new branch of the Samurai-VI project, had a plan to address just that particular issue. Some subjects were targeted as a result of their family's involvement with the company's rivals. Some were simply picked at random.

The extractions happened abroad - harder to trace either the physical or paper trail back to Eisher that way. The M.O. was much the same for every subject. Send in the mobsters, locate the child, offer to save their family in return for their servitude. Kill the mobsters, take the subject.

By the time they'd arrived in Japan, their situation was clear: betraying their deal of lifelong servitude meant their families' protection would be... Retro-actively undone.

For that purpose, the safety of her family, she went through living hell for the next fifteen years. Whereas most SOLDIERS were outfitted and trained to deal with a wide variety of situations and enemies, most of which were notably less threatening than themselves, her regiment received specialized training, implants, and weapons to deal with... Themselves. Sentenced to hunt the only other people who could ever understand what they'd gone through.

And oh fuck was she good at it.

Admittedly, she sucked at everything when her training started. So she kept working, kept pushing herself, knowing she had no guarantee what'd happen to her family if she fell behind or even died. They had them start killing at a young age, to better desensitize them. She wasn't good at that at first either. But over time, she got good at it. And over time, to her own disgust, she grew to like it.

By the time she was sent on missions to hunt rogue SOLDIERS, little of the person she once was remained. And she'd gotten horrifyingly good at everything they'd taught her. She earned the moniker Conqueror. For all her merits, life was still horrid, and Ruyxil, now her personal handler, was still cruel.

Eventually, Conqueror was sent on missions abroad. Eventually, she was sent to her homeland of the US. Though she knew it'd be a death sentence for her family if she got caught, she couldn't pass up on the opportunity, if only to just lay eyes on them after all those years.

It turned out they were dead.

So she did the only logical thing - fake her own death. Rogue SOLDIERS were hunted down like rabid dogs. Dead ones were stripped for parts. She left them her armor and a bloody trail to lead them to believe scavengers had picked her cyberware apart. She knew some efforts to search for her would be made, but nothing too much. Projected costs could never exceed expected results, after all.

Conqueror cursed her own name farewell, and took up the new title of Ironmonger. Something some back-ally ripperdoc had called her upon seeing all the chrome she was packing. Returning to Japan, she hid amongst the criminal underworld. They might not be actively looking for her, that didn't mean she couldn't still be picked up by their ever-present security and surveillance systems.

She started going on a violent crusade against the corporation that'd taken everything from her and every other motherfucker who was unlucky enough to both cross her path and deserve it. Eventually, she caught the eye of someone within the Diamond Kings and passed their initiation trials with flying colors. She's been one of the gang's terrifyingly violent hands ever since.

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[conquerthroughfear]

Let it out, paint the town With all of my negativity Burn 'em all before I'm gone Who said you can't fight fire with gasoline?

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