Before you send me a request to join (RTJ) read the expectations notice.

Then, I need from you in your RTJ three basic sections:


First: an acknowledgement that you read the expectations notice and agree to abide by it.

Second, for your proposed character:   name and/or handle, role, gender, general notes on how you want to play the character in terms of their personality, motivations, room for growth, etc.  A proposed picture is useful as well.

Third, about you as a Player:  A sense of what you as a player want to get out of the game.  Some information on your experience with CyberPunk games and what you like or hate about the Night City setting.

Because of the Lifepath system don’t write a detailed background about the character.  In any case, remember that all characters are near the beginning of their careers.  The lifepath may point to some early setbacks, trauma, etc., but beyond what you get from the lifepath there should not be much more.  This is CyberPunk, there is plenty of room for drama in the future.  Once you are selected for the game we can work out a background built around the lifepath.

Also, please don't submit a fully generated character.  We will make characters once the team is selected.

I have read the expectations notice and agree to abide by it.

Name - Rex Everything
Role - Rocker
Gender - Male

Offstage Rex is mellow, laid back, and sometimes even a little charming. Onstage Rex is a vocal powerhouse and top tier showman always wanting to leave a lasting impression. His current band, Graffiti, is on hiatus. So while Rex’s manager is pushing him to work on a solo career, Rex has hopes of putting together a new band, Dynasty.

There’s nothing like the rush of performing onstage. To fulfill that adrenaline rush during too much downtime, Rex has taken to hanging out with Edgerunners. His first focus is the music, but the more he hangs out with runners, the more the lifestyle seems to draw him in.

Motivations- If GM allows, Rex will work on putting together the new band. If not, maybe he will put more heart into the solo career idea.
Growth - Rex has career potential as a vocalist, so fame and fortune, choomba. As an Edgerunner, Rex will need to learn to support his team in new and different ways. In both cases, there should be quite a bit of potential in the social arena. Provided he doesn’t end up as John Doe #224831 at the Night City Morgue.

Player notes : I bought the Cyberpunk 2020 game in the late 80s. I got to play a few times in the 90s, but mostly I GMed. I usually played or NPCed the group’s fixer. I have tried a few games since online, but unfortunately not with any longevity. A rocker looks like a nice change and challenge. When I GMed, I was light on the mechanics, and heavy on the story telling and RP, but I am flexible with most GM styles.

I’m up for a little intrigue, a little adventure, and as much character progression as I can get. Night City Rocks! One minute you are rubbing elbows with a millionaire corpo, the next you are in a firefight with some grungy booster gangers. What’s not to love?


This message was last edited by the GM at 08:50, Sat 05 Nov 2022.

Cultural Origins - North American
Personality - Friendly and outgoing
Dress and Personal Style -  Urban Flash; long, ratty hair; strange contacts
Motivations and Relationships - I like almost everyone.
Things you value most - Family, Friendship

Background -

Combat Zoner family, wage slaves to the corps. Stayed in a wrecked building. Family was screwed over by the corps and had to leave Night City. Rex stayed behind to try and make it as a rocker.

Most of Rex’s friends were members of the band Graffiti. Due to personal differences, drug abuse, and outsider meddling, the band broke up.
This message was last edited by the GM at 01:47, Fri 16 Dec 2022.

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This message was last edited by the GM at 01:27, Sun 06 Nov 2022.

Spill Your Guts -

“Look, Killuh. You been tracking with the band for a long time.” Rex lit a smoke and poured two glasses of booze. One for him, and one for the lady. He couldn’t remember which nightclub he had snaked the glasses from. Or the booze either for that matter. Story of his life, yeah? “I know that without your media savvy that we would have never grown the type of following that we had. So I am going to shoot with you, straight. But you can’t splash out anything official. Word’s gonna get out at some point, so if you wanna do some kind of rumor mill scream sheet, go ahead. But if anybody comes to me direct I’m gonna tell them that it is all back alley smoke. The band is just on hiatus to give everyone some personal downtime. Decompress.”

The booze wasn’t all that good, but hey, it was free. And it went down smoothly and rather quickly, just as most of it had lately. How many bottles had he gone through in the past three days? Four? Five? Not that it mattered. Rex inhaled and remembered that he needed to get more smokes as well. “Me and Roxanne, the bass player, we’re still cool. Will probably always be cool. She’s a real ace. And I wish her the best. But when the bottom started to fall out, we both knew that there was no way that we could keep the band together.”

“Kixit, the drummer, was doing so much Redline by that time that he looked like a street samurai wired up with a Sandavistan. Sure it made him play like an electric demon. But away from the drums he started acting all skitchy and paranoid. Even started hearing voices and stuff.”

Not that that part would come as a surprise to anybody. Photos and vids of ole Kix were plastered all over the data stream, partying with fans and hanging out with known drug pushers. Running joke was that thanks to Kixit, the band’s first world tour would be sponsored by Biotechnica, Petrochem, or some other pharmakeia factory.

The next part was what Rex didn’t really want to get into. The total frag fest of it all. So he poured himself another glass. He offered some more to the media —wuzzername’gin?— but she waved it off. Maybe the stuff tasted worse than he thought. Rex didn’t care if it tasted like recycled kerosene. He had to have something.

“The real problem was Rizzo. Rizzo got a lot of play, and I don’t just mean guitar. He probably knew half the joy girls in Night City. But Rizzo had a mainline named Alikz. She held on for dear life. She was one of those sneaky, behind the scenes power hungry types. Always trying to work an angle. Always in Rizzo’s ear.”

“I don’t know what got into that crazy head of hers. Maybe she got tired of Rizzo running around on her. Maybe she thought she could trade up. She caught me alone one night and put the moves on me. I turned her down. Flat as a flatline.”

Rex reached into his pocket and then lit up something definitely not of the nicotar variety. He took three deep drags before passing it to the media. She took two polite puffs and handed it back.

“Except she runs and tells Rizzo and everyone else that I was the one who made a play for her. Roxanne knew it was all a load of crap. But Rizzo keeps breaking things and calling me out. Kixit goes all paranoid and yelling that Militech is frying all our brains with xeno waves and that we are all now trapped in some sort of secret experiment to see which one of us they can get to kill the others first.”

Rex sat and smoked in silence for awhile. “So, yeah. The band is just on a hiatus for awhile. Decompress.”
This message was last edited by the GM at 07:01, Fri 16 Dec 2022.

The Old Story -

You’ve seen one rundown, half-axed, retrofitted apartment den in the Combat Zone, you’ve seen ‘em all. And Rex had seen a lot. The one he spent most of his teen years in was the one his family moved into once his parents got the “good jobs.” The place had the classy name of Building 8 and had the outside walls all sloshed over with a coat of tomato red paint. Supposedly to hide the bloodstains easier. It did nothing to hide the bullet holes. Or the radiation paint that bled through underneath that read Warehouse 14. So much for Building 8. So much for classy.

Ever hear of CryoChem, the freeze dried chemical company? That’s who gave Rex’s parents the “good jobs.” That is, until the corporation got busted for smuggling replacement body parts. As a distribution supervisor, they tried to pin it on Rex’s dad and a few other distro supes. So his whole family had to boost it out of Night City. They say they are in Florida now. Rex isn’t so sure.

Since his band Graffiti was starting to make some headway, Rex decided to stay in Night City. Couch surfing and coffin motel hopping until he came up with a more permanent place to crash. And then the band broke up.
This message was last edited by the player at 08:03, Fri 16 Dec 2022.

Appearance -

It’s all about the Glow and Show. Rex wears urban flash from head to toe. His techhair is long and ratty. Light tattoos dance and flash across his chemskin and he is never caught without his strange glowing contact lenses.

Personality -

Offstage Rex is mellow, laid back, and sometimes even a little charming. Onstage Rex is a vocal powerhouse and top tier showman always wanting to leave a lasting impression. His current band, Graffiti, is on hiatus. So while Rex’s manager is pushing him to work on a solo career, Rex has hopes of putting together a new band, Dynasty.

There’s nothing like the rush of performing onstage. To fulfill that adrenaline rush during too much downtime, Rex has taken to hanging out with Edgerunners. His first focus is the music, but the more he hangs out with runners, the more the lifestyle seems to draw him in.
This message was last edited by the GM at 08:14, Fri 16 Dec 2022.

[FIELDSET="Rex Everything"][IMGR]https://i.imgur.com/czmaJE4.jpg[/IMGR]

Character Name - Rex Everything
Role - Rocker

Appearance -
It’s all about the Glow and Show. Rex wears urban flash from head to toe. His techhair is long and ratty. Light tattoos dance and flash across his chemskin and he is never caught without his strange glowing contact lenses.

Personality -
Offstage Rex is mellow, laid back, and sometimes even a little charming. Onstage Rex is a vocal powerhouse and top tier showman always wanting to leave a lasting impression. His current band, Graffiti, is on hiatus. So while Rex’s manager is pushing him to work on a solo career, Rex has hopes of putting together a new band, Dynasty.

There’s nothing like the rush of performing onstage. To fulfill that adrenaline rush during too much downtime, Rex has taken to hanging out with Edgerunners. His first focus is the music, but the more he hangs out with runners, the more the lifestyle seems to draw him in.

Back Story -

[SPOILERBUTTON=“The Old Story”]
[FIELDSET=The Old Story]
You’ve seen one rundown, half-axed, retrofitted apartment den in the Combat Zone, you’ve seen ‘em all. And Rex had seen a lot. The one he spent most of his teen years in was the one his family moved into once his parents got the “good jobs.” The place had the classy name of Building 8 and had the outside walls all sloshed over with a coat of tomato red paint. Supposedly to hide the bloodstains easier. It did nothing to hide the bullet holes. Or the radiation paint that bled through underneath that read Warehouse 14. So much for Building 8. So much for classy.

Ever hear of CryoChem, the freeze dried chemical company? That’s who gave Rex’s parents the “good jobs.” That is, until the corporation got busted for smuggling replacement body parts. As a distribution supervisor, they tried to pin it on Rex’s dad and a few other distro supes. So his whole family had to boost it out of Night City. They say they are in Florida now. Rex isn’t so sure.

Since his band Graffiti was starting to make some headway, Rex decided to stay in Night City. Couch surfing and coffin motel hopping until he came up with a more permanent place to crash. And then the band broke up.[/FIELDSET] [/SPOILERBUTTON]

[SPOILERBUTTON="Spill Your Guts"]
[FIELDSET=Spill Your Guts]

“Look, Killuh. You been tracking with the band for a long time.” Rex lit a smoke and poured two glasses of booze. One for him, and one for the lady. He couldn’t remember which nightclub he had snaked the glasses from. Or the booze either for that matter. Story of his life, yeah? “I know that without your media savvy that we would have never grown the type of following that we had. So I am going to shoot with you, straight. But you can’t splash out anything official. Word’s gonna get out at some point, so if you wanna do some kind of rumor mill scream sheet, go ahead. But if anybody comes to me direct I’m gonna tell them that it is all back alley smoke. The band is just on hiatus to give everyone some personal downtime. Decompress.”

The booze wasn’t all that good, but hey, it was free. And it went down smoothly and rather quickly, just as most of it had lately. How many bottles had he gone through in the past three days? Four? Five? Not that it mattered. Rex inhaled and remembered that he needed to get more smokes as well. “Me and Roxanne, the bass player, we’re still cool. Will probably always be cool. She’s a real ace. And I wish her the best. But when the bottom started to fall out, we both knew that there was no way that we could keep the band together.”

“Kixit, the drummer, was doing so much Redline by that time that he looked like a street samurai wired up with a Sandavistan. Sure it made him play like an electric demon. But away from the drums he started acting all skitchy and paranoid. Even started hearing voices and stuff.”

Not that that part would come as a surprise to anybody. Photos and vids of ole Kix were plastered all over the data stream, partying with fans and hanging out with known drug pushers. Running joke was that thanks to Kixit, the band’s first world tour would be sponsored by Biotechnica, Petrochem, or some other pharmakeia factory.

The next part was what Rex didn’t really want to get into. The total frag fest of it all. So he poured himself another glass. He offered some more to the media —wuzzername’gin?— but she waved it off. Maybe the stuff tasted worse than he thought. Rex didn’t care if it tasted like recycled kerosene. He had to have something.

“The real problem was Rizzo. Rizzo got a lot of play, and I don’t just mean guitar. He probably knew half the joy girls in Night City. But Rizzo had a mainline named Alikz. She held on for dear life. She was one of those sneaky, behind the scenes power hungry types. Always trying to work an angle. Always in Rizzo’s ear.”

“I don’t know what got into that crazy head of hers. Maybe she got tired of Rizzo running around on her. Maybe she thought she could trade up. She caught me alone one night and put the moves on me. I turned her down. Flat as a flatline.”

Rex reached into his pocket and then lit up something definitely not of the nicotar variety. He took three deep drags before passing it to the media. She took two polite puffs and handed it back.

“Except she runs and tells Rizzo and everyone else that I was the one who made a play for her. Roxanne knew it was all a load of crap. But Rizzo keeps breaking things and calling me out. Kixit goes all paranoid and yelling that Militech is frying all our brains with xeno waves and that we are all now trapped in some sort of secret experiment to see which one of us they can get to kill the others first.”

Rex sat and smoked in silence for awhile. “So, yeah. The band is just on a hiatus for awhile. Decompress.”

[/FIELDSET] [/SPOILERBUTTON]

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[SPOILERBUTTON=“Life Path”]

Lifepath -


Cultural Origin: North American
Personality: Friendly and outgoing
Clothing Style: Urban Flash
Hairstyle: Long and ratty
Affectation: Strange Contacts
Values Most: Family, Friendship
Most People: I like almost everyone
Valued Person: Wiley (manager)
Valued Possession: musical instrument
Family Background: Combat Zoners
Environment: Heart of the Combat Zone
Family Crisis: Driven from their home/corporation
Friends: 0
Enemies: 2 - Rizzo, Alikz
Life Goal: Fame and Fortune
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This message was last edited by the GM at 09:41, Fri 16 Dec 2022.

Lifepath -


Cultural Origin: North American
Personality: Friendly and outgoing
Clothing Style: Urban Flash
Hairstyle: Long and ratty
Affectation: Strange Contacts
Values Most: Family, Friendship
Most People: I like almost everyone
Valued Person: Wiley (manager)
Valued Possession: musical instrument
Family Background: Combat Zoners
Environment: Heart of the Combat Zone
Family Crisis: Driven from their home/corporation
Friends: 0
Enemies: 2 - Rizzo, Alikz
Life Goal: Fame and Fortune
This message was last edited by the GM at 09:38, Fri 16 Dec 2022.

[FIELDSET="Rex Everything"][IMGR]https://i.imgur.com/czmaJE4.jpg[/IMGR]

Rex laughed.

”The only way I am likely to be the package is in a body bag. And even then, I doubt I would get this much fanfare.” He made a sweeping motion with his arm to indicate everyone gathered in the room. ”But don’t worry, I am not a total gonk. I have had a little run experience here and there.”

Rex was sure whatever the ladies were talking about in a language he suspected was some form of Chinese was way more interesting than them hearing him talk about himself. But both Scraps and Zek had addressed him directly and he hated to leave anyone hanging.

”The official line is that the band is on hiatus. Personal time. Decompress. The reality is that every band hits the critical spot, break out or break up. Graffiti missed the break out point. In the meantime, a guy’s gotta eat. But enough about me, what do YOU think about ME?” Rex laughed again. He always got a kick out of that old line.

Next Rex split his time between taking in more of his drink and shaking his head at Zek. ”I’m not really the exposé type. I am sure you can dig up plenty of dirt out there though. Maybe even from other Graffiti members. I just can’t kiss and tell.”

Rex wondered if Scraps was right about this being some sort of jump mission to see how they worked together, but just as he tried to keep his eyes from her body as she moved, he thought it best not to offer an opinion on this one. He was too new at edge running to make a proper assessment.

So instead he said, ”Nice to meet you as well, Niu.” Which only caused his eyes to stray to the other stunning beauty in the room. And to think, I am usually the distraction in the group.
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This message was last edited by the GM at 07:42, Fri 27 Jan 2023.

[FIELDSET="Rex Everything"][IMGR]https://i.imgur.com/czmaJE4.jpg[/IMGR]
So Rex had a few hours to kill before the meet up and the actual run. Regardless of his motto, I come alive at five, he didn’t think it was a good idea to try to crash for a few and get back up and try it again. So that left one alternative. See what happened officer, was that they left the rocker alone in a bar, and a show broke out.

It was an easy enough set up. A quick talk with Zorro to make sure it was okay to set up. Then a call to Gary for a ride back to pick up his music rig. Then a ride back with Gary and a few more good party people. And then Rex was rocking Bluey’s again! Except this time, it was solo.

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[FIELDSET="Set List"]

https://youtu.be/IP2z_PJsd5E

https://youtu.be/Ahq4blDfU5s

https://youtu.be/KbnFBUURePU

https://youtu.be/sv9A6IlHoKU

https://youtu.be/VD7OdyY1js4

https://youtu.be/O_Xn9nkbCH8

https://youtu.be/ncxoUrUo_qA

https://youtu.be/XhxI0yUoxfY

https://youtu.be/sNh-iw7gsuI

https://youtu.be/9VVFNgbsDC4


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[FIELDSET="Rolls"]
Play Instrument- Synthesizer (20)
Play Instrument- Singing (23)
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This message was last edited by the GM at 13:09, Wed 08 Feb 2023.

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++>>Rex Everything
>>Remember me?
>>Need some party favors. Maybe a whole cake.
>>You interested?++
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