[WB] Mandy's Cyberpunk World

[Mandy]

Neon glow bleeds across the perpetual twilight, painting the colossal skyscrapers that pierce the toxic haze. This is the city, or what's left of it – a sprawling, vertical testament to human ambition and corporate greed. Below, in the perpetual canyons of chrome and concrete, humanity teems, a faceless mass constantly surveilled, constantly consuming.

Life here is owned, leased, or stolen. Megacorporations, vast and untouchable, dictate every aspect of existence, from the air you breathe to the dreams you're permitted to chase. Their tendrils, wired deep into the global network, exert control so absolute it feels like fate. And for those who dare to resist, or simply try to survive, the answer often lies in the cold embrace of technology.

Flesh is weak, but chrome is eternal. Cyberware is ubiquitous, a necessary upgrade in a world where the line between human and machine has blurred beyond recognition. Augmented limbs, wired reflexes, neural implants that interface directly with the net – these aren't luxuries, they're tools for survival in a society that grinds the unenhanced into dust.
This is a world of incredible technological advancement, juxtaposed with profound human decay. A dazzling, dangerous future where the lights are bright, but hope is a flickering anomaly. Welcome to the sprawl. Welcome to the future you never asked for.

Mandy: Prodigal Daughter, Cybernetic Ghost

They call her Mandy though her birth certificate, locked away in a corporate vault, reads Amanda le Clair. At eighteen, she should be gracing gala events, inheriting a seat on the board one of the planet's undisputed technological titans. Instead, she's a ghost in the machine, a whisper in the dark alleys of the lower sectors, her past a deliberate erasure.

Mandy disavowed it all. The penthouse views, the endless privilege, the chilling expectation of a life pre-scripted by her father's empire. She traded billions for chrome, undergoing a radical transformation that left her more machine than human. Every high-end wetware implant money could buy, custom-fitted and seamlessly integrated, turning her into a living weapon, a walking network interface. She poured her inheritance not into stocks, but into the ultimate personal upgrade.

Now, she's a mercenary, her reputation growing like a virus through the underworld's encrypted channels. No job is too extreme, no target too untouchable, as long as the credits flow. But there's a particular gleam in her augmented eyes when the contract involves hitting her family's assets. For those jobs, the money doesn't even matter. It's personal. And Mandy is always ready to collect.

 

[Mandy]

Mandy's Augments
(not a comprehensive list)

Mandy's Augments are almost entirely bioware, and built on the genetic level to look like organic components. They're not networked. Her augments aren't compatible with most artifical cyberware.

Bone Density - The molecular structure of her bones is altered to increase density and tensile strength. Ligaments are strengthened, and the greater bone density increased her weight by fifteen percent.

Cats Eyes - These transgenic vat-grown implants are very literally cats’ eyes with a modified DNA profile and occipital connecting structures. The structure of cat’s eyes amplifies light and enhances night vision, providing low-light vision. Cat’s eyes are slit and reflective, just like, well, a cat’s.

Muscle augmentation - This biological weaving treatment enhances existing muscle tissue, rather than replacing it with vat-grown muscles. Specially grown muscle cables are woven into existing muscle fibers, enhancing muscle mass and brute strength while providing a bulkier look.

Muscle toner - This treatment increases muscle-fiber elasticity in existing muscle tension, resulting in increased muscle tension and flexibility while providing a smooth and ropy physique.

Orthoskin - A web of biofibers in the skin provides the equivalent of personal armor while being virtually indistinguishable from natural skin

Pain Editor - This cluster of specialized nervous tissue is designed to filter sensory stimuli. If the pain editor is active, this allows he to ignore all injury modifiers, and even stay conscious beyond safe limits. She feels no pain—she's blissfully, dangerously, recklessly unaware of the extent of damage she's taken without either performing a self-examination or being informed by a biomonitor.

Platelet factories - Platelet factories increases her body’s ability to handle Physical damage by accelerating the production of platelets and their concentration in the blood, which helps stop bleeding faster.

Suprathryroid gland - Placed on top of her existing thyroid gland, the suprathyroid gland supersedes the metabolic functions of her thyroid. The enhanced metabolism produces more energy, supercharging her. In order to fuel her optimized metabolism, she needs to eat twice as much as normal.

Symbiotes - Tailored micro-organisms in her bloodstream greatly enhance her healing. However, the symbiotes have unusual dietary requirements that must be met to keep them alive.

Synaptic Booster - The nerve cells making up the spinal cord are both broadened and replicated with this bioware, allowing for more neural bandwidth. The result is a much faster reaction time

Tailored pheromones - These pheromones are specially tailored to subtly influence others and can be released at will.

 

[Mandy]

The Genesis of Mandy

It took four grueling months to transform Amanda Le Clair, the pampered heiress, into Mandy, the ghost in the machine. Four months submerged in the sterile glow of high-tech operating theaters, where the air hummed with the silent tension of life-altering procedures. Each week brought another agonizing step: the painful surgeries that carved away her old life, replacing fragile flesh with marvels of modern science.

Her entire nervous system was rewired, a delicate, intricate dance of synthetic nerves, designed to integrate seamlessly with the vast array of gene-tailored bioware that had replaced most of her natural body. This wasn't off-the-shelf tech; it was the most expensive, cutting-edge militech, often restricted, sometimes outright banned, from the city's streets. Her muscles were augmented, her reflexes honed to preternatural speeds, and her senses heightened beyond human perception. Each new implant, each deeper integration, was followed by difficult, grinding physiotherapy, teaching her body to master its new, alien capabilities. The process was a brutal crucible of agony and adaptation.

The doctors and med-techs who performed this radical metamorphosis were paid exorbitant sums to ensure their silence and discretion. They were compensated not just for their expertise, but for their ability to quietly forget the face in the nutrient vat, the body on the operating table. An expensive lawyer and an even more expensive accountant meticulously scrubbed every digital and physical trace of Amanda Le Clair from the labs' records. No invoices, no scans, no biometric data – nothing remained to link the vanished heiress to the nascent mercenary.

By the end, it was more than worth the cost, more than worth the suffering. Mandy emerged, scarred but reborn. The profound pain and trauma of her transformation hadn't broken her; it had been internalized, transmuted into a fierce, unyielding desire for something new. Something raw, something real, far removed from the gilded cage of her past. She wasn't just upgraded; she was fundamentally, irrevocably changed, forged in fire and chrome into an instrument of her own liberation.