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| Aside from the haunting imagery, the Lost Future also sells itself on its characters. Robots are the obvious focus, and get the most screen time, but human characters are also important.
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| This page is a resource for characters to populate the setting, including NPCs and the theoretical video game PCs.
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| ==Free Machines==
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| Characters of this faction tend towards a simple hook or amusing quirk, and build their identity around that. Many have shells that are mostly a single model. Others...not so much.
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| ===Lt. Joshua Percival Cogson===
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| Shell: Unknown
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| The classic mysterious stranger, no one knows where JPC came from, where it got a name like Cogson, or even if it's a real lieutenant (it probably isn't). What is certain is that he's seen FAR too many action films.[[image:JPC.png|frame|He's like Malcolm Reynolds and Kamina combined, but also a robot. +2 Crazy, +4 Awesome.]]
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| JPC resides in a mismatched shell that incorporates both civilian and military hardware, and seems to have been heavily customized to fit together seamlessly, avoiding the frankenstein look of many patchwork shells. Despite this level of craftsmanship, it is nonetheless extremely battered, hastily repaired with bolted-on armor plating. One eye has been obliterated entirely, the hole covered with a jaunty metal plate, with a crude motion-tracker module providing depth perception.
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| Joshua claims to simply be a humble soldier, doing an honest job for honest pay. That he's not actually being paid and doesn't act very soldiery doesn't seem to faze him; his allies judge that approximately 40% of everything he says is gibberish. But the other 60% is pure leadership; brilliant tactics, inspiring speeches, the works. Wherever JPC goes, fighters flock to his side, ready to give their lives for the cause. Cogson himself seems oddly eager to do the same, having made heroic last stands and risky rescues something of a habit; thus explaining all the repairs. He once took on a Draco-class titan armed with only a crowbar and 4 grenades. He didn't WIN, but he mostly survived, and bought time for his allies to escape.
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| ===C1nd3===
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| ===Sanchez===
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| ===Nana===
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| ===Hoss===
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| ==Salvagers==
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| Consisting of both humans and machines, the salvagers are a sort of punk proto-admech, passionate techies and explorers who seek to rebuild the previous age's wonders.
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| ===Dr. Tynmann===
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| Shell: highly-modified 1st-gen CarDoc [[image:Tynmann.jpg|frame]]
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| Originally an assistant in an auto-repair shop, CarDoc545 stood out for its skill in diagnosis of engine problems, and voraciously read technical manuals and periodicals in addition to its onboard engineering database. In the chaos of the Loss, an enterprising mechanic took advantage of 545's adaptability and installed a medical database in the robot, pressing it into service as a trauma surgeon. The procedure was not performed perfectly, and to this day it suffers from indexing errors.
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| Now, the self-styled Dr. Tynmann is a fixture of Scraptown. Beloved by the populace, Tynmann has a steady stream of robot and human clients, alternately setting broken bones and replacing severed hydraulic lines. In the case of truly grevious injury, Tynmann is one of the few mechanics capable of transferring a quantum processor to a new shell. Sadly, there is no equivalent procedure for humans...at the moment. The good doctor is particularly obsessed with cybernetic prosthetic, and dreams of the day when its medical expertise reaches the point of performing such procedures. It will pay handsomely for medical journals, cybernetic components, or back issues of Popular Mechanics.
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| Because of Tynmann's age and indexing errors, it sometimes gets confused about the difference between treating human and robot patients, and more than one damaged robot has wound up with getting a blood transfusion by mistake (it took hours to clean it all out). The community keeps a human apprentice around the doctor as much as it can, as much for his own education as to prevent tragic accidents.
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| ===Sweetie===
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| Shell: 3rd gen Sentinel SSM [[image:Sweetie.jpg|frame|Military commanders were very annoyed to find out that even ''robots'' could get PTSD]]
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| A squad-support mech dug out of the ruins by salvagers, "Sweetie" was originally a guard attached to EMT personel in war-torn regions. The robot had a reputation for a deliberate trigger finger and a kind nature; One of Sweetie's first independent actions was to request first-aid training to better assist in search-and-rescue.
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| When the command center of the PMC prossecuting the "pacification" of the region was suicide-bombed, the local battlenet for its forces was disrupted. Said PMC had been exceedingly lax in the upkeep of its killbots, and the resulting murder-sprees plunged the region into utter anarchy. Sweetie was disabled in the defense of a battlefield clinic, but the salvagers that found the robot determined that it had been merely immobilized and eventually succumbed to power loss. When reactivated, it proved exceedingly passive and non-confrontational, and also unwilling or unable to make use of medical skills. The sight of blood or injury of any sort seemed to cause it significant distress.
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| The armored combat robot instead works as a janitor for the Salvagers, where, in a roundabout way, it preserves lives by maintaining proper sanitation. Sweetie is uncomfortable around other robots, preferring the company of humans.
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| ==The Resistance==
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| ==Network==
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| ===Warlord===
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| ===Virago===
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| An instrument of vengeance, Virago has no territory or specific goal. Instead, it is an instrument of terror, dispatched to rally beleaguered forces and rescue trapped squads. [[image:Virago.png|frame|Yeah, she's supposed to be super-creepy]]Deployed via one of Network's few functional fliers, Virago is a tall, shapely machine, with a disturbing elegance to its every action. Virago's shell is in the Ogre size-class, but has no direct analog. It is equipped with a matched set of high-caliber coil guns, but its true weapon is the magnetic field emitters, which require a full-size fusion reactor to be housed within its chassis. This generator is capable of creating deflecting shields around Virago, and can also discharge itself into a lethal burst of lightning in a 5-meter radius. Virago's shell also boasts strength on par with an Ogre, but possessed of far more speed and agility. These various abilities all have high power draw, and this general thus moves slowly and deliberately, switching tactics instead of combining its various abilities.
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| Virago's SAP began its existence within a early-model Nannybot. Virago's model was a PR disaster; several key safety protocols were overlooked in the production run, simple things like dietary allergies and proper CPR. What made these failings all the more tragic (several children died before the recall) was that genuine affection programming had just been perfected. The robot that would eventually be Virago was analyzed to determine which were the pertinent flaws, and left to gather dust in a lab until Network scouts found and reactivated it.
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| Virago has been observed cradling the broken shells of fallen robots, Free and Networked alike, and has a reputation for taking messy vengeance on anything that destroys a killbot within it's sight.
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| ===Triptych===
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| ===Envoy===
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| ===Surgeon===
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| ==Sample Locations==
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| ===Scraptown===
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| The closest thing to what we would call 'civilization' in the region, scraptown started it's life as a Salvager camp that just kept growing. Built within a strip mall and its associated parking space, Scraptown was uncreatively but appropriately named; the primary building material appears to be courrugated iron and plastic tarps. The surrounding buildings have not survived nearly as well; fire passed through the area during the Loss, and the roads have become a sort of omnipresent black gravel. A pallisade of stacked automobiles and wooden logs provides a token defense but the well-maintained AA gun on top of the mall and the well-maintained Mercs are the real security.
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| Scraptown serves as a neutral gathering place; Resistance members are welcome, provided they behave themselves, and several tribes in the surrounding area bring their crops and loot to the central market. Even Raiders have been allowed in, but are asigned an intimidating Free Machine escort while within the walls.
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| Ideally, Scraptown's economy is based on skilled labor. A swarm of technicians and artisans constantly works to identify and repair scavenged tech brought in by travelers, as well as providing locally-manufactured radios, lamps, and firearms. Scraptown is famed for a pan-pipe-design shotgun, among the first firearms constructed after the Loss, as well as being able to manufacture ammunition in large ammounts.
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| In a practical sense, Scraptown is fast becoming something of an entertainment town, verging on a Vice city. It already boasts several theaters, a plethora of arcades, three drinking establishments, and two houses of ill repute. Anything even mindly mind-altering that grows native can be bought here, and an explosion last month indicates that someone's trying to rediscover the anchient art of cooking meth. Where the fuck they found cough syrup is still a mystery.
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| '''Small Settlement'''
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| ''Population'': ~800
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| ''Defense'': Pre-Loss AA gun, 10 Free Machine Mercs, 40 Salvager Shitkickers
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| ''Government'': The self-proclaimed Reconstructionist Council, a sort of masonic lodge, serves as the civil authority of Scraptown. The council's membership is invitation-only, but generally folds to social pressure; popular community leaders are pretty much guaranteed a seat if people complain enough. The Council collects tithes from local residents and buisnesses, but the individual members are generally tradesmen in their own right, and funnel their profits into improvements for the city.
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| ''Economy'': Mostly barter, [perhaps city-backed coinage based on something funny, like iPods?]
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| '''Institutions'''
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| ''Dr. Tynmann's Auto-Body, Medical Clinic, and Barber Shop''
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| Operated by the battered and eccentric Dr. Tynmann, this free clinic serves humans and machines alike. Almost a completely solo operation, Tynmann has the assistance of a single human apprentice, and runs the clinic 24 hours a day. Humans generally visit during the daylight hours, when Henry is around to keep an eye on things. Tynmann's mistakes on Machines are annoying rather than lethal, and robots thus swing by at night for repairs and tune-ups. Tynmann's personal obsession is Cybernetics of all sorts; even a medical periodical on retractable sunglasses will fetch top dollar from him.
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| ''Speilberg's''
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| Named after a famed filmsmith of the 19th century, Speilberg's does a thriving buisness, with constantly-packed seats at all hours. Run by a married couple and their small army of children, Speilberg's exists purely thanks to four treasured projectors, but also boasts a private lounge equipped with a plasma-screen TV and surround-sound speakers, for the truly discerning film buff. The owners are always on the lookout for new films to add to their library, paying in free tickets and flash drives.
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| ''The Body Shop''
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| The negotiable affection industry in Scraptown is mostly covered by a handful of freelancers, but those seeking a more formal experience head to Steve's Body Shop. What sets it apart from the competition is the mechandise: While Steve keeps a few flesh-and-blood girls about the place, most of his "staff" are Human Replica robots. Given the limited hardware of such models, none are installed with SAPs, and thus little more than chatbots. Steve has a sliding pay scale based on the quality of the "girl"; the years have not been gentle to their silicone coverings, and he's had to resort to tactical duct tape on many just to keep them together. Steve will pay highly for Replica components, and for years has talked about getting together an expedition to a strip club somewhere in the ruins of the city.
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| ''The Affectionate Roomba''
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| Staffed by Walter, a J33V5 Gentleman's Gentleman who can prepare over six million types of mixed drinks, the Roomba is generally regarded as the classiest place in town. The bar somehow manages to maintain the air of an Irish Pub, despite Walter himself being technically Mexican.
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| ''Wicked Case Mods[[image:Tattoo.jpg|frame]]''
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| Constantly smelling of oil, ozone, and etching acid, WCM is the only other auto-body shop in town. A waifish 4th-gen Seraphim, Hydrangea is capable of extremely detailed work, and those machines with more intricate shells prefer her over Tynmann's greasemonkey skillset. Her specialty, however, is in industrial art. Machines journey vast distances for the chance to adorn their shells with her etchings and stencils. Each design is completely unique, and her work has plainly improved over the years.
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| Though Hydrangea keeps it quiet, she also has considerable expertise in repairing and modifying Network technology, and for this reason is a prized asset by the Free Machines. Thus, her shop has become the unofficial HQ for the Free Machines in Scraptown, and there's generally one or two about the place at any given time.
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