Threshold
Threshold (a.k.a. Thresh)
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Wirey and leanly muscled. Gaunt and Alien.
Body Features
Current form: Thresh 4.5
Breasts but no nipples, elongated fingers, bleached skin, all hair replaced with techhair.
Facial Features
No facialhair save eyelashes(tech). Capable of growing brows with tech, but currently none. Liquid black eyes, no pupils.
Special abilities
Subdermal Armor and Mantis Blades.
Apparel & Accessories
Punk/Edge/Avant-Garde - always appears costumed. Constructs their own garments.
Specialized Equipment
Covered with Light Tattoos, EMP Threading, Shift Tacts
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Thea was the cast-off turd of a Venus-chipped schizo-hooker mother too gonked to delete her before she showed up. Her pops was basically just a forgotten fuck-stain on the wall - never mentioned, never seen. Thea's mom tried to do right, but was gonked and blasted most of the time. Eventually, she just didn't come home.
After, Thea became a little street creature and survived however she had to - taking what she could and fighting when she had to. Doing worse when her back hit the wall. Fuck that wall. This lasted until she finally found Chooms she could trust and a kind of fuckin' daddy to take care, Moses Reed. They worked for him as thieves and runners. She also found a big sister in Astrid, someone to be like, a bit of looking up, you know?
Things were Nova for a while. She let her guard down and thought maybe things could work. But as they got better at their jobs, the jobs started bringing in more money, and Moses got a taste for the "finer" things. He stopped being grateful and started to see steaming turkey legs instead of kids when he looked at 'em. He saw "things" to be used as he pleased. Up until then, he'd acted the real-life pappy, get it? Thea was tiny and the youngest. She needed somebody to look out. So he stepped up. Seemed like it, anyway. Thea trusted this, the dumb bitch.
When he changed, he changed hard. No more pops, just hunger. Seeing nothing but the turkey leg. Thea wasn't ready. The first time he visited her room at night, things broke. Thea broke, Thea died, Thea never existed. Threshold started to grow in a tiny egg inside this dead child. My eyes started to open. I could hear a song playing in the background, just faint. Like standing a block away from a club. You know something is coming, but you don't know what.
At first the others didn't know what was wrong. Thea stopped... being. Total gonkbrain, eyes like a flatline. She stopped talking, just stared like a corpse. Moses stopped sending her on jobs with the rest of them, and the jobs became more dangerous, more reckless, and their cuts were smaller. All the kids were pissed, ready to cut and run. But it was Box who saw. They had all noticed strange people following Moses like eager puppies around the compound (dunno where we lived, some Fagan-ass warehouse?). But they didn't know why. It was Box who finally figured it out. He followed Moses and one of his "guests" up to Thea's room. The guest paid Moses and was ushered inside. Noises began, moaning and whimpering. Box rushed the door but Moses stopped him, punching him with his chrome fist until he was a heap on the ground. Moses warned box to "stay the fuck away this door" when he had "company". He said that Box would bite it if he tried again.
When Box came to and peeled himself, he went to the others and told them all the shit, everything. They started scheming ways to escape with Thea. They went up to see her, but she didn't really seem aware of them. They pleaded with her to talk to them, but same-same. Gonkbrain dead. Awake but not home. They didn't know what to do, so they decided to wait.
The song got louder.
That night, they noticed another creep 'visiting'. This one, an older dude in a long coat, carrying a strange bag. He had creepy long prosthetics on the fingers of one hand. Moses led him upstairs to Thea's room.
The others made a decision - hard eyes, no quarter, right? Arjay knew the combo to Moses's gun safe - the "unsafe" we called it. So they went and got them some fucking guns. Preem shit too, no one-shot recyc's these. They went upstairs, expecting to peep Moses keeping guard and the sounds of the old man inside stuffin' Thea. Instead, they found the door locked and creep ass noises from inside - beeping, electronic whirring, sawing, the splash of fluids. They hoofed it inside and saw Thea on a surgery table. The strange man was using a laser from his weird hand chrome to close a wound at the back of Thea's skull - a patch of hair shaved away. She was jaybird, and a surgery rig was projecting an incision pattern over her torso. Sitting on the table next to the "doctor" was a huge blister pack with some kind of cyberware inside. Arjay thought he recognized the logo.
"Peep that shit, that's a doll chip," he said. "Fuck, they're going to turn her into a doll."
At the sound of his voice, the doctor and Moses turned as one. As the implications of what was just said sunk in for the others, Box started shooting, red blossoms of fresh blood appearing all over the doctor's torso. Moses's hand started reaching for his gun…
But the song got louder. I could hear the words, some anyway. About "SLITHER," and how to end him. I woke up. I was born. I saw it all. Understood. Grabbed a scalpel from the table and lept on Moses' back. Biting and stabbing and he never got that fucking gun free. And Box shot him. So fucking much. And he died, but I didn't stop cutting him until they dragged me off. Most of his face in my hands. That was a good moment. I'll always remember the smell of him dying. Box gave me that, they all did.
I love them all, get it? Anything for them. I don’t give a shit for most peeps. Most peeps are just there to fuck you or cut you and make a buck off of it. Not them. We look out. We survive.
I grow and change, stronger and more powerful. I live because they cared enough to come for her. They think I am her. But they're wrong.
Gender Identity
Gender fuck/flux/fluid creature. Post-human/genderless/monster gender.
Threshold considers itself to be a constantly evolving post-human/post-gender being. It is currently seeking a master ripperdoc to help it achieve its dream of truly leaving gender and body permanence behind. It desires to make every part of its being modular and easily replaceable. Especially its face and genitals.
Sexuality
All/every/omni/pan
Voracious
Thresh is very active in the BDSM community and so many others. Thresh is a true switch, excelling as a top or bottom, sub or dom. It can shift roles at a speed that is alarming to partners who aren't used to its fluidity, moving from a stance of utter dominance to complete subservient helplessness and all points in between.
Thresh has an incredibly high pain tolerance and an almost superhuman capacity for functioning with substances on board. It has spent most of it's life experimenting with drugs and their uses both in and out of the bedroom.
Education
The streets, Choom, the streets.
Employment
Nascent Rock-God.
Mental Trauma
- Trust and Abandonment issues and complex. Personality disorder of some kind. (borderline, narcissistic, both?) Betrayed and victimized by Moses Reed and others. Lost "big sister" figure when Astrid left to pursue her career. Thea broke and reformed into Thresh. Thresh considers Thea to have been a chrysalis and doesn't claim or identify with memories from that time. Severe dissociation.
- Boundary Issues - doesn't understand others' boundaries - push...
- Identity Issues - Gender dysphoria and body dysmorphia, gender fuck/flux/fluid/denial. Monster Gender.
- Co-dependent/mother/child relationship with Astrid. Complicated.
Morality & Philosophy
Self and found family first (this includes the band and frequently good fans). All others are just things to be used or obstacles to be overcome.
Taboos
Nope
Personality Characteristics
Vices & Personality flaws
Synth-coke
Hygiene
Surprisingly good for someone with questionable permanent residence.
Age
22
Birthplace
Cas-AM
Children
Current Residence
D-Town
Gender
Fuck Biology
Eyes
Currently pupil-less, glossy black
Hair
Techhair, everchanging
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Pale
Height
5'7"
Weight
110
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Existence - lost girl, found
...before...
Thea knew she wasn’t real.
Feels fuzzy to pretend, feels almost true, but she knows. Nothing ever lasts. No story has roots. She tells herself the story of the ‘lost girl found’. Tiny daughter of a dorphhead gonked out hooker who poofed somehow finds family with other street kids. Finds a place to kip at night and someone to look out in Astrid. Real chooms, love even. Astrid cared. She was kinda like the mom she never got to have. She gave a shit if Thea was sad. She patched her up if she got hurt. She gave her advice that she ignored. Like a mom. Thea called her ‘Mommy’ as a joke. But it wasn’t really a joke. It was her heart. Astrid said once, “we’ll always have each other, no matter what happens.” Astrid said “I love you” and didn’t want anything back. Astrid made sure she was ok.
Astrid is leaving and she’s not coming back. She isn’t ok. She will never be ok.
Because none of it was real. Because Thea isn’t real.
Everyone wants something. The men who whistled at her on the street, that sometimes paid her if she let them. The other kids who loved her because she showed them the trouble they were too scared to find for themselves. The docs and the cops that always tried to take her mom away from her. “It’s for your own good,” the same ones who had no space, no beds, no food, when she finally didn’t come home. Everybody was getting something from Thea. They walked through her, took what they needed, and passed on. Like she was a doorway, a waystation. A temporary place between the things that were actually real to them. No need to notice the cracks made or the damage done. They just passed through, all of them. They got their kicks and went on through the girl that was the door. The Threshold.
It shifts, restlessly, its many eyes blinking and myriad folded limbs flexing in the dark, prodding at the flimsy shell it has been wrapped in. The Thea shell cracks. It knows it could break it. It knows it could shed that skin and birth itself into the world. But it waits. It is not yet time. Not yet.
Expertly it mends the cracks in the ‘girl’ and hides away the things she cannot yet bear. They are its company, down in the dark. It will remember the betrayal of Skinner. It will never let her forget.
Thea found herself, curled in the moldering ruin of the back seat of a wrecked car, shoved in between two drowning shipping containers. She remembered her conversation with Skinner, remembered her anger, and felt it still, but decided she wasn’t going to let it fuck up her night. She checked the time – the real show would just be starting – and checked her stash. She had plenty to get her and all her chooms as fucked up as she knew she needed to be. With luck, the night would melt away in a pleasant warm blur, neh?
Just another scar for her to ignore. A tiny crack you wouldn’t notice unless you held it up to the light. And though part of her knew IT was coming, she knew it wouldn’t come today. She took comfort in the numbness that came with that first bump. The synthcoke doing the job again.
She didn’t have to end yet. It wasn’t time.
She had her friends and she had her band, and Skinner had her career. Everything was fine. Everything would be fine. Everything would work out in the end.
It doesn’t matter if you exist, if you’re not real.
Slither
Liminal Face - 2080
He draws the children nearer, a beacon on the street.
A trail of sweetened promises, a balm for broken feet.
But he hides the scales of Slither, poison just below the sweet.
The taint seeps in unbidden, from the nectar he secretes.
Chorus:
A precious family,
The void was filled.
A needed remedy,
The poison pill.
Slither shifts, uncoils, and flexes, tasting prey upon the air.
Victims lulled into complacency, sleeping deep inside his lair.
Then the beast sheds all his semblances, his hunger then laid bare
Once the feast begins in earnest, it's too late to gasp for air…
Chorus:
A broken family,
His void was filled
There is no remedy,
Except to kill.
Cornered children, looking helpless, like lost lambs bared for the kill,
But childhood burns off quickly when reduced to basest thrill.
Hardened eyes and broken hands clutched together find the will,
To end the endless serpent, like foul poison, blood will spill.
Chorus:
Anointed family,
Emerged refilled.
No other remedies,
But their own will.
Beginnings
TW: Sex, violence, implied sexual assault/rape, murder, drug use, etc.
Thea was the cast-off turd of a Venus-chipped schizo-hooker mother too gonked to delete her before she showed up. Her pops was basically just a forgotten fuck-stain on the wall - never mentioned, never seen. Thea's mom tried to do right, but was gonked and blasted most of the time. Eventually, she just didn't come home.
After, Thea became a little street creature and survived however she had to - taking what she could and fighting when she had to. Doing worse when her back hit the wall. Fuck that wall. This lasted until she finally found Chooms she could trust and a kind of fuckin' daddy to take care, Moses Reed. They worked for him as thieves and runners. She also found a big sister in Astrid, someone to be like, a bit of looking up, you know?
Things were Nova for a while. She let her guard down and thought maybe things could work. But as they got better at their jobs, the jobs started bringing in more money, and Moses got a taste for the "finer" things. He stopped being grateful and started to see steaming turkey legs instead of kids when he looked at 'em. He saw "things" to be used as he pleased. Up until then, he'd acted the real-life pappy, get it? Thea was tiny and the youngest. She needed somebody to look out. So he stepped up. Seemed like it, anyway. Thea trusted this, the dumb bitch.
When he changed, he changed hard. No more pops, just hunger. Seeing nothing but the turkey leg. Thea wasn't ready. The first time he visited her room at night, things broke. Thea broke, Thea died, Thea never existed. Threshold started to grow in a tiny egg inside this dead child. My eyes started to open. I could hear a song playing in the background, just faint. Like standing a block away from a club. You know something is coming, but you don't know what.
At first the others didn't know what was wrong. Thea stopped... being. Total gonkbrain, eyes like a flatline. She stopped talking, just stared like a corpse. Moses stopped sending her on jobs with the rest of them, and the jobs became more dangerous, more reckless, and their cuts were smaller. All the kids were pissed, ready to cut and run. But it was Box who saw. They had all noticed strange people following Moses like eager puppies around the compound (dunno where we lived, some Fagan-ass warehouse?). But they didn't know why. It was Box who finally figured it out. He followed Moses and one of his "guests" up to Thea's room. The guest paid Moses and was ushered inside. Noises began, moaning and whimpering. Box rushed the door but Moses stopped him, punching him with his chrome fist until he was a heap on the ground. Moses warned box to "stay the fuck away this door" when he had "company". He said that Box would bite it if he tried again.
When Box came to and peeled himself, he went to the others and told them all the shit, everything. They started scheming ways to escape with Thea. They went up to see her, but she didn't really seem aware of them. They pleaded with her to talk to them, but same same. Gonkbrain dead. Awake but not home. They didn't know what to do, so they decided to wait.
The song got louder.
That night, they noticed another creep 'visiting'. This one, an older dude in a long coat, carrying a strange bag. He had creepy long prosthetics on the fingers of one hand. Moses led him upstairs to Thea's room.
The others made a decision - hard eyes, no quarter, right? Arjay knew the combo to Moses's gun safe - the "unsafe" we called it. So they went and got them some fucking guns. Preem shit too, no one-shot recyc's these. They went upstairs, expecting to peep Moses keeping guard and the sounds of the old man inside stuffin' Thea. Instead, they found the door locked and creep ass noises from inside - beeping, electronic whirring, sawing, the splash of fluids. They hoofed it inside and saw Thea on a surgery table. The strange man was using a laser from his weird hand chrome to close a wound at the back of Thea's skull - a patch of hair shaved away. She was jaybird, and a surgery rig was projecting an incision pattern over her torso. Sitting on the table next to the "doctor" was a huge blister pack with some kind of cyberware inside. Arjay thought he recognized the logo.
"Peep that shit, that's a doll chip," he said. "Fuck, they're going to turn her into a doll."
At the sound of his voice, the doctor and Moses turned as one. As the implications of what was just said sunk in for the others, Box started shooting, red blossoms of fresh blood appearing all over the doctor's torso. Moses's hand started reaching for his gun…
But the song got louder. I could hear the words, some anyway. About "SLITHER," and how to end him. I woke up. I was born. I saw it all. Understood. Grabbed a scalpel from the table and lept on Moses' back. Biting and stabbing and he never got that fucking gun free. And Box shot him. So fucking much. And he died, but I didn't stop cutting him until they dragged me off. Most of his face in my hands. That was a good moment. I'll always remember the smell of him dying. Box gave me that, they all did.
I love them all, get it? Anything for them. I don’t give a shit for most peeps. Most peeps are just there to fuck you or cut you and make a buck off of it. Not them. We look out. We survive.
I grow and change, stronger and more powerful. I live because they cared enough to come for her. They think I am her. But they're wrong.
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