⦿ BACKGROUND & PERSONALITY

[gunmettle]

⦿ PLAYER

Ramey (they/them)
exposition or PM

⦿ ABOUT

No Guns Life takes place in some nebulous future on what is presumably earth. The city and nation where the story mostly take place are never named outright, but there is a melting-pot of real-world cultures present. Five years ago, the Great War ended in victory, and brought about the rise of the sinister Beruhren Corporation and the physical function extension technology they developed.

Extension tech, called “extensions”, helped to win the war by creating enhanced cyborg soldiers. Now, extensions are used by common people for any number of things, from replacing lost limbs to enhancing their senses. People with extensions are called Extended.

Juzo Inui is a wartime Extended, a specific unit with high combat functionality called a Gun Slave. His head is a giant gun, with the ability to shoot through layers of solid concrete and metal like its nothing, though he is unable to pull his own trigger and requires a partner to do so. He also has a concussive weapon built into his right hand, and is possessed of superhuman speed, strength, and durability. Like the trigger on the back of his head, he requires a partner to access his more deadly combat abilities, but if he is severely injured or in great danger, his combat programming will usually take over in a sort of defense mode and allow him to fight in a limited capacity. He has no memory of who he was before the war or why he became an Extended.

With the war over, Juzo works as a “Resolver”, a part-mercenary, part-PI, dealing with issues involving other Extended. One day, a renegade Extended appears in his office, carrying an unconscious boy in his arms. The Extended begs for Juzo’s help protecting the kid, and against his better judgement, Juzo accepts the job.

As it turns out the boy, named Tetsuro, is an escaped test subject from Beruhren and is implanted with experimental tech that allows him to hijack any Extended’s body. With Juzo now tangled up with Beruhren on Tetsuro’s behalf, the two of them, along with Mary, Juzo’s personal engineer, are flung into a web of intrigue, nasty politics, and old ghosts.

⦿ PERSONALITY

Juzo often comes off as aloof and cold, and that much is by design. During the war, he was used as a tool for slaughter – quite literally, since he could not act on his own without his partner’s orders – so he doesn’t dare get close to others for fear of being used. Nothing makes him angry quite as quickly as calling him a tool does, and he claims the two things he hates most in the world are kids and humidity – the former because they’re annoying, and the latter because he’s afraid moisture will make his head rust. However, despite his best efforts to push others away, people still manage to get close to him, and when they do, he will absolutely give his life or push himself past his limits to keep them safe.

Still, he’s quite awkward when it comes to expressing feelings of friendship or gratitude and often stumbles over his words or tries a bit too hard to sound cool. Likewise, discussions about romance, sexuality, or physical affection make him uncomfortably awkward, and he tends to get flustered when a woman throws herself at him or shows too much skin. He doesn’t seem to notice or understand when someone is expressing a romantic interest in him.

At the end of the day, Juzo always strives to do what’s right. He’s hesitant to use his power – the power of a Gun Slave Unit – because he’s convinced it can only cause harm, and he’s spent the years since the war trying to make up for his past sins by helping as many people as he can. He believes everyone should clean up their own messes (“wipe your own ass,” as he says) and is striving to do just that. He doesn’t seem to care much about who he was before the war, but he is interested to know the whereabouts of his old wartime partner, the man who gave him a name and treated him like a person instead of just some machine.

With the help of Tetsuro and Mary, Juzo is slowly coming to realize that his life is worth living. Perhaps he’s not wholly the monster he thought himself to be.