Xial Lunashine

Character Owner: Xial

Role: Technosexual Staff
Gender Expression: Fully Intersexed (Presents Female)
Age: Late 30s
Species: Anthropoid Red Fox (Blue Morph)
Augmented: Cybernetic, Medical/Consumer
> (Left Leg from Hip, Right Arm from Shoulder, "Troubleshooters Eye" implants, Enh. Hearing)
Nationality: Western Republic
Hometown: [Undefined]
Relationship: Poly (Pansexual)
Bio:
Xial left her home in the Western Republic after a rather high-profile falling out with her extended family.
Initially intending to move north to the NWD she found herself stopped at the border, rising tensions within the WR had resulted in the NWD closing the border to all WR nationals. Her only other option, really, was to move to the EU and try and keep her head low. Doubtless she'd continue to be hounded by family members if she remained where she was.
As it turned out her home state was friendly towards the EU, as the EU had been helping them with their arms buildup, whilst not her preferred move she took a deep breath and boarded the first flight she could to the western EU.
She made it through customs with little incident, and her belongings followed shortly after by air-freight, arriving similarly without issue. Suspicious, given that EU customs had been rather strict since the De Piffel government had won re-election, possibly something to do with the uneasy treaty between the EU and the Eastern States. However before she could really question it, she heard the news that fighting had erupted in the WR, a full on civil war.
She felt strange, watching it from afar, a spare monitor at her workstation dedicated to the near 24 hour social media and news feed streaming out of her former home. The fighting was brutal, and the EU was stoking it big time, first arms, then their own military presence. She found herself leaving her flat more and more often just to take a short walk to the store, or with no destination in particular just to tear herself away from the horrible imagery, yet she couldn't bring herself to close the ever darkening news feed on her display.
One day when she was walking about she got an error message from her left leg, one of the actuators had gone faulty and the backup actuator was now running but probably wouldn't last too long. She sighed, she'd managed to avoid most of the slowly rising animosity towards cyborgs that had only steadily been getting worse as the EU's cyborg military had appeared numerous times on daytime TV or on social media accused of yet another atrocity. The military weren't being blamed, and the government was slowly, and successfully, deflecting the blame to augmented soldiers themselves rather than the system as a whole.
Now she needed a service. Pulling out her PDA she asked the onboard Vyse Assistant for the nearest cyberneticist to her flat. There was one on the same street, how convenient, booking an appointment for the next day went smoothly and she added it to her calendar.

The cyberneticist was friendly and professional, he performed a deep inspection of her leg and had a quick look over her right arm as a courtesy, checking details as he went. Medical implants she'd received a decade or so ago after saving up nearly the whole decade before that to replace her limbs that were injured in an accident as a child. The maintenance costs beat living in pain and she was so happy when she woke up in recovery with her neural interface reporting that it was integrating the new hardware and setting up the control drivers.
The cyberneticist confirmed the error message, they were older parts and they were starting to wear out. Full replacements would be preferred at some point, but in the meantime replacement parts would do, although they might be hard to source because her limbs were made by a Western Republic company that was currently in the embargoed western part of the WR.
Also, as a migrant, she was going to have to foot the entire bill. She protested, she was here on a special visa and had been promised health coverage as part of that.
The cyberneticist sighed and apologised, that only covered organic medical care. Cybernetics weren't covered, effective the year prior due to an updated law. Seeing the gears turning in her head and the look on her face slowly shifting from frustration to despair he reached into his drawer and pulled out a small business card for a place he knew that might be able to help her.

Xial glanced at the business card and then up at the building she was standing in front of, then at the business card again. Surely a qualified cyberneticist hadn't sent her to a strip club for medical care...
She continued this bewildered dance a few more times, glancing at the card, the building, looking up and down the street. She didn't notice when the doors of the club opened and a lavender coloured vixen stuck her head out. A moment later she was startled as she was asked if she was lost.
Approaching the door she explained her situation and passed over the card. Chuckling a little, the lavender vixen introduced herself as "Rachel", and that yes, she had been directed to a strip club for medical care, it wasn't a mistake.
Standing to one side Rachel gestured inwards, the club was quiet, clearly just getting set up for the night ahead. Xial stepped inside.

She wasn't 100% sure how the topic of her working there came up, it just kind of happened. Possibly because she mentioned that she used to review sex toys back home casually whilst a yellow cat called "Leon" dug around in her cybernetics asking her about herself and sharing stories of their own woes. They had access to spare parts, and way cheaper than anywhere else would offer them, as long as too many questions weren't asked. Xial agreed.

On her shift days Xial performs a rather captivating solo set, her larger frame proving popular with certain patrons.
On other days she's returned to reviewing various different toys with a small blog on The Technosexual website.