Jabber

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Creator: WeepingWisteria
Roleplay: The Headquarters
Nickname: Jabā

Sit down. I'm Commander Furia, head of HQ. If you get this job, you'll take orders from me. Understood?

Your Response: Sounds great. Commander Furia.

Hmm. Closer to the microphone. State your name for the record.

Your Name: Jabā.

Okay. First mistake of this job. We don't use our actual names here. Give me an alias.

Your Alias: That is my alias, but I'll translate it to English to make it easier for you. Jabber.

Really? That's the best you can come up with? No, no, we're moving forward. What makes you qualified for this job?

Your Abilities: Well, the best thing about me is that I'm a hybridmedic. A doctor for your human bits and mechanical bits. But, don't worry. You don't have to keep me at home. I can handle myself on the field.
Strengths: My right arm is cybernetic and designed to operate as any medical tool one might need. Needles, scapels, wrenches, you name it. I'm a doctor's office on the go. But, growing up in a warzone, you learn how to aim a gun and survive a knife fight too. The weak ones don't survive.
Weaknesses: I don't have any official fighting training. It's all stuff I picked up when I needed to. Don't worry about me, though. I should be fine.

Hmm. Okay, so what are you planning on wearing to the battlefield? Nothing ridiculous. I'm not going to waste my resources on a flashy suit just for you to die on the first mission.

Your Appearance: I mean, I guess it depends on what you want me for. I'm assuming you want me to fight and make sure the team doesn't die. Maybe save a hostage? Well, then, anything easy to move in works. I'll need more reinforcements than the average person on your team, I'm sure, so some armor will do me good. Nothing that covers up my arm, though. It's chrome, so plenty durable. Yes, my hair's pink. I'd prefer it to stay that way. The glasses aren't prescription, but I do need them. They zoom in my vision so I can make the most precise cuts and stitches.

We'll smooth out the details later. Good enough. Now to the nitty gritty. I need to know that you'll be compatible with the other members. I also need to know that you know yourself enough to reveal all aspects of your personality, even the not-so-good.

Your Personality: Working as a doctor, you learn how to handle stress well. Maybe you pick up an odd coping mechanism here and there, but you function regardless.
Strengths: I'm a doctor to my core. I care about other people and I'll be the one to stop the team wrecking ball from doing something stupid. I studied for years to get where I am, so you know I know how to stick things through. I've learned how to work with what I have, so I would consider myself pretty resourceful.
Weaknesses: As a doctor, failing a patient always rattles you, you know? I don't handle failure very well. I'm trying to get better, but those feelings tend to sneak up on you. I don't plan on doing much failing, though, so you shouldn't have to worry about it.

We'll learn soon enough if what you said is the truth. Now. Tell me about your past. This is vital information, so try not to leave out details. Anything incriminating especially. I need to know if I have to do more paperwork to get you hired.

Your Age: I'm thirty-three.
Your Gender & Pronouns: I'm a woman, she/her.
Your History: I've kind of bounced around my whole life. I was born in Sri Lanka, but my family immigrated to Japan when I was six. I was always a tech girlie. I loved taking things apart and putting them together. I know I keep talking about being a doctor, but machinery was my first love. I was a cybermedic first. Some people think it's the same as being a mechanic, but working on a car doesn't require the same amount of care as not damaging someone's nerves as you fix a prosthetic connection.

The main problem was, I wasn't licensed to operate on the human parts. So, no heart surgery or anything. I was only allowed to touch the cybernetics. And that's all well and good when you work in a large hospital and you have access to a normal doctor at all times. So, it wasn't a problem for a while. Until we got this one man whose cybernetic poisoned his bloodstream. Your classic case of a black-market rocket arm. Whoever attached it was an idiot and it was killing him. My job was to disconnect the cybernetic and then rush him to the normal doctors to try and save him. It didn't go well. Our cybernetic department and the human department were mostly separated. To keep the anti-tech people comfortable. Besides, cybernetic issues can get gruesome fast. But, it's not common for a cybernetic to be killing someone. So, the time it took to disconnect the thing and then send him up the human wing, and for them to process him and get him into an operating room, was too much. He died before they could cut him open.

You could say that's an infrastructure or organization issue, but I took it hard. I decided to go back to school to pursue hybrid medicine. So, the next poor guy to have a non-medical grade cybernetic didn't have to travel the whole hospital to get saved. I got my upgrade to have this baby. There was nothing wrong with my arm, I just wanted something better. Then came the Mech Wars. Being a hybridmedic put me in the place to be one of the most desired medics out there, so I was begged to join. And so I did. They loved my cybernetic. Made it so I didn't have to use army supplies. And then the war ended, and now I'm here. I saw a lot of messed up things in the war. Things I'd like to stop from ever happening again.
Personal Secret: I didn't... exactly get the cybernetic through legal means. I know, you must think I'm crazy after watching that guy die, but I wasn't stupid about it. I knew a guy that was well-trusted and I faked the permits. It was a heat-of-the-moment thing. Some people drink too much and others start a scam to get a cybernetic that makes them better doctors. If anyone found out, I could lose my medical license for the potential contamination of patients.
Personal Wish: I just want to help people. I want to save lives and stop the world from completely erupting.

I really did not need to know your hopes and aspirations, but thank you for that knowledge. Before we leave, do you have any questions for us?

Other: Do you have an operating table on hand? That's the one thing I don't have.