Frothers

            QUOTE:  “Regrets!  Are you kiddin’?  I love bein’ a Frother, and all the drugs that go with it!  Man, I was born with the puncture wounds right there on my arm …. See?  Yeah, you just wouldn’t believe the kick I get outta combat.  It’s great man, you feel all the adrenaline startin’ to flow, your frothin’ glands kick in, yah shoot up your poison, you feel the rush and then its bye bye Mr Sanity.  I mean, once it’s in, your out man – until someone goes down.  All yah can see is this kinda like, red haze and your ‘Clan Dreads’ flickin’ about your face and the sonovabitch goin’ down under your claymore, yeah!  By the time you’re finished with the last ‘hard case’ you’re up to your knees in ‘em.  The rush, man, there ain’t nothin’ like it.”

            INSIGHT:  Out there on the streets of Downtown, you’ve seen the slime and sleaze, you’ve seen the tension and boredom of the lower classes.  To you, there was only one form of escape, one short and safe route to bliss.  When it came to happiness, you knew where to look, when the time had come to feed your addiction, your poison.  Sometimes it was pleasure and paradise, other times it was protection and power, you had even tried a few drug cocktails in your time.  Either way, it got you by in Downtown like nothing else could.  Some people were stupid enough to call you a ‘junkie’, but it was so much more to you.  You were a connoisseur.  You knew the good from the bad, the strong from the weak, the pleasure drug from the combat drug.  You weren’t just a plain old ‘drug addict’, they would shoot up with window cleaner if it would give them a hit.  No, with you, it was different, you were a better judge than that.  You would only inject the best, the specific drug for the desired effect.  The problem was the cost and your needs were expensive to say the least, especially on the black market.  As money got tight, you turned to theft and robbery.  Then, finally, the Monarch Police caught you during a raid.  You knew what this meant, life imprisonment or the death penalty, but just before you gave up all hope and ‘cold turkey’ began, a corporate from SLA Industries appeared with the money and authority to pull you out.  The guy in the black suit came to your cell and made you an offer, you could either rot in your cell and die or join SLA  Industries, become a Frother and have legal access to the best soft and hard drugs in the World of Progress.  As the corporate left you to make your decision, you suddenly realised that prison cell grey wasn’t really your shade.

            BACKGROUND:  The Frother Operative is a ‘combat drug junkie’ in the simplest terms.  He is an expert in the application of hard and soft drugs.  Frothers live a wild life of chemical madness, they live for their addiction and most have gone all the way to ‘Ultra Violence’, SLA Industries’ most powerful and self destructive combat drug ever created.
            Drugs make the Frother what they are, the lethal narcotics affect their minds and bodies to an equal extent.  Frothers are basically humans who have joined SLA Industries due to their drug addiction.  Most are initially delinquents and gang members from Downtown areas, all aging between 16 and 20 years old, all in desperate need of help.  The drugs in SLA Industries and the World of Progress are very addictive, most youths start out in control of their habit and the more they ‘shoot up’, the more fixated they become.  As always, sooner or later the money will run out since nobody beyond even Suburbia can afford to feed their expensive habits, so the addicts join SLA Industries simply to survive.
            SLA Industries watches the Downtown / Suburbia regions as closely as possible. Internals are everywhere – analysing the drug pushers and their chemical progress, considering the individuals with mental and physical potential for becoming Frother Operatives.
            Frothers are one of the few types that SLA Industries actively headhunts – a large percentage of Frother Operatives are brought to SLA through unfortunate circumstances.
            On the other hand, there are some Frothers who were born into the position.  Over the centuries, Frothers have slowly become a breed unto themselves.  The young Frothers are born with enhanced strength and physique due to their parents, and their grandparents, daily consumption of company narcotics.  These Frothers were born for the drug experience.
            Due to this unnatural upbringing, many Frother families have grown into proper Clans.  The rule of the drug has become a tradition, a birthright.  The Clan Frothers carry Power Claymores as a symbol of their family, the parents who nurtured them in the World of Progress with chemical love.

            APPEARANCE:  The name ‘Frother’ is derived from the Operative’s tendency to salivate and drool like rabid dogs while under the influence of company drugs like Rush and Ultra Violence.
            Most Frothers hired by SLA Industries are very combat orientated, opting for hand to hand weapons like Power Claymores, which were designed and created specifically for the Frothers’ use.  The Frothers are a very physical breed of humans, similar in many respects to ancient berserkers.  Frothers tend to go insane in combat, charging in and lashing out with their two-handed swords.  They seem to know no fear in battle.
            Frothers take a lot of inspiration from ancient costumes and traditions, draping their armour with decorative tartans and plaids, their overall appearance can be quite unique.  The typical Frother is a visual ‘Trouble Beacon’ since they mash their long, straggly hair into shocking, sticky dreadlocks with thick, bright and colourful paints.  This makes the Frother look mean, aggressive and not just a little insane.  For them, there is no point in camouflage, and the television viewers of Mort’s masses love them.  The drug addict cares not who sees him.  The Frother has to make a visual and physical impact before the drugs wear off, or before he dies.
            The overall sight of such crusty, colourful and kilted maniacs, foaming profusely at the mouth and charging insanely at the enemy with nothing but a sword is disturbing, to put it mildly.
            The typical Frother is tall, well-built (more so than normal humans) and obviously physically enhanced by the drugs, yet there are some who are Frothers in the loosest terms, taking no part in kilts and clans, they are simply Operative drug pushers.

            INTERACTION:  Frothers on;

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