[Characters] Runner Dossiers

[Raizen]

The main players of our sorted tale. Please post your original application from the game ad and include your character sheet or a link to it.

[Jondera]

Name: Elise Schneider
Street name: Klinge
Metatype: Ork
Archetype: Phys Adept / Melee

Appearance: Tall and well muscled, though somewhat wiry, with mouse-brown hair tied in a ponytail midway down her back. She usually dresses in plain and cheap clothing, only a couple steps above flats.

 

Back in her competition/exhibition days, dressed up for a Renaissance festival:

Personality: Surprisingly cheerful for someone running the streets, Elise refuses to let her life's downturns get the better of her while she works towards her goals. Tends to be a bit of a geek on her personal time, but takes her martial arts training seriously. That said, she still sees herself more as an athlete rather than a warrior, and while she is more than capable of defending herself, she hasn't entirely come to terms with the idea of being paid to hurt - or kill -people.

 

Elise grew up in the CAS, on the outskirts of Denver, in a fairly average middle-class home. After she awakened, the CAS government offered her family a scholarship for her to attend a prestigious private boarding school that specialized in, among other things, magical training; eager for her to succeed, they accepted. The school was great - skilled teachers, an excellent magic program, a top notch athletics department, and a wide variety of extracurricular activities. At some urging by the school's German teacher, she joined the Fencing team and helped translate some 16th and 17th century German longsword manuals the school had acquired, and in the process became quite skilled in that particular branch of HEMA. The Fencing coach even leveraged some of the school connections to help her buy a live blade appropriate for her style - not that she would ever use it in competition, but such things were expected in high-level form exhibitions.
After she graduated, however, she found out about the strings attached to the scholarship; the CAS government wanted a return on their investment in paying for her schooling, and since she had trained in martial arts as part of her extracurriculars, she found herself hounded by military recruiters who seemed to assume that her decision to enlist was a foregone conclusion. Wanting nothing to do with the military after her mother's experiences as a child, and tired of the constant badgering, she left Denver overnight, traveling cross-country to California, hoping to find a life for herself there.
Unfortunately, even with a SIN and her Magical skills, her lack of further education and contacts in the region showed, and she quickly ended up working a succession of dead-end jobs in retail or fast food, just barely paying for a hole-in-the-wall apartment in a run-down tenement in the slums. She coasted like that for a couple years before she came to the attention of some people by kicking a couple drunk gangers out of her apartment building after they'd threatened her next-door neighbor. Suddenly, she was receiving all sorts of interesting job offers... of a nature that she wasn't entirely sure she was comfortable taking. But she was sick of the retail grind, and sick of never having enough money, and while she might not be entirely comfortable with the jobs, they offered a way out of the hole she'd found herself in.

Incidental details: Mother: Sabine; emigrated as a girl with her family from eastern Germany to the southern UCAS in 2031 to escape the Eurowars. Works as a receptionist in a small office complex in Denver.
Father: Alexander; UCAS/CAS native, met Sabine in high school, working as a family practice doctor at a small, independent clinic near the family home on the outskirts of Denver.

 

Wanted to write something in Elise's voice, but nothing's been coming today, so in the interest of getting something here, have a link to not just a single post, but an entire old Shadowrun game thread that I played in: https://www.rpgcrossing.com/showthread.php?t=104943

 

== Personal Data ==
Name: Elise Schneider Alias: Klinge
Ork, Female Movement: 10/20 (2m/hit) Swim: 8 (1m/hit)
80.3 kg, 186 cm Composure: 5
Street Cred: 0 Judge Intentions: 5
Notoriety: 0 Lift/Carry: 13 (105 kg/70 kg)
Public Awareness: 0 Memory: 6
Karma: 0 Nuyen: 946¥
Age: 22 Skin: Light
Eyes: Brown Hair: Light brown
Primary Arm: Right

== Priorities ==
Metatype: B
Attributes: B
Special: D
Skills: C
Resources: D

== Attributes ==
BOD: 6 CHA: 2
AGI: 5 INT: 3
REA: 4 (5) LOG: 3
STR: 7 WIL: 3
EDG: 2 MAG: 5

== Derived Attributes
Essence: 6 Initiative: 8 +2d6
Physical Damage Track: 11
Stun Damage Track: 10
Limits:
Physical: 9
Mental: 4
Medkit [+6] (Only for First Aid and Medicine)
Vision Enhancement [+1] (Only for visual Perception)
Social: 5
Chain Mail [-1] (Must be visible, general public only; increase by 1 with gang members)
Astral: 5

== Active Skills ==
Armorer (Melee Weapons) 3 Pool: 6 (8)
Assensing 3 Pool: 8
Blades (Swords) 5 Pool: 12 (14)
Computer 1 Pool: 4
First Aid 4 Pool: 7
Flight 2 Pool: 7
Gymnastics 2 Pool: 7
Leadership 2 Pool: 6
Medicine 2 Pool: 5
Perception 3 Pool: 8
Pilot Ground Craft 1 Pool: 6
Pistols 1 Pool: 6
Running 2 Pool: 9
Sneaking 1 Pool: 6
Swimming 2 Pool: 9
Unarmed Combat 2 Pool: 7

== Knowledge Skills ==
English Native
German Native
Area Knowledge: Denver 2 Pool: 5
Blade Design 4 Pool: 7
History 3 Pool: 6
Magical Theory (Academic) 3 Pool: 6

== Qualities ==
Positive:
Adept
Bilingual
Low-Light Vision
Mentor Spirit (Dragonslayer)
Restricted Gear

Negative:
Code of Honor (Warrior's Code)
Distinctive Style
SINner (National) (CAS; Elise Schneider)

== Tradition ==
Druid, Resist Drain with WIL + INT (6)

== Powers ==
Astral Perception
Danger Sense
Enhanced Accuracy (Blades)
Enhanced Perception 2
Improved Ability (Blades) 2
Improved Reflexes 1
Rapid Draw

== Lifestyle ==
Hole-in-the-wall Apartment (Low) 2 Months
+ Cramped [--10%]
+ Dangerous Area [--20%]

== Armor ==
Chain Mail 8
Securetech PPP: Arms Kit 1
Securetech PPP: Legs Kit 1

== Weapons ==
Ares Predator V
+ Smartgun System, Internal
Pool: 6 Accuracy: 7 DV: 8P AP: -1 RC: 4
Combat Knife
Pool: 12 Accuracy: 7 DV: 9P AP: -3 RC: 4
Highland Forge Claymore (Weapon Focus rating 3, bonded)
+ Personalized Grip
Pool: 17 Accuracy: 7 DV: 12P AP: -5 RC: 4
Unarmed Attack
Pool: 7 Accuracy: 9 DV: 7S AP: - RC: 4

== Martial Arts ==
Kunst Des Fechtens
+ Half Sword
+ Pouncing Dragon
+ Riposte
+ Yielding Force (Riposte)

== Commlink ==
Sony Emperor (ATT: 0, SLZ: 0, DP: 2, FWL: 2)

== Gear: Equipped ==
Ammo: Regular Ammo (Heavy Pistols) x100
Smart Glasses Rating 3
+ Image Link
+ Vision Magnification
+ Vision Enhancement Rating 1
Medkit Rating 6
Survival Kit
Tool Shop (Armorer)

== Vehicles ==
Chrysler-Nissan Jackrabbit (Subcompact)
+ Sensor ArrayRating 2

== Contacts ==
(Fixer), San Francisco (Connection: 2, Loyalty: 1)

(Talismonger), San Francisco (Connection: 1, Loyalty: 2)

[UngainlyFool]

Payload Character Name: Cassidy Sanders Street Handle: Payload Metatype: Human Archetype: Weapons Expert/Tech Appearance: Like many women of her mixed race, the runner in front of you has the undefined look that reminds you vaguely of a pacific islander. Her golden brown skin is smooth and without a blemish, her vaguely asian green eyes are bright and alluring, and her light brown hair of shoulder blade length is pulled back in a giant ponytail of dreds. Even an elf might pay good money for a cosmed job to pull off what superior genes and breeding have done effortlessly for her. The tats on her neck and arms may mean something to her, but they don't correspond to and gangs or tribes from around here. Today she is dressed in ganger mil-spec chic with a big olive armored jacket unzipped to show off her shape and combat boots kicking in a bored way at the ends of crossed legs. Tactical black cargo pants are bulging with unknown gear and she's lazily slouching in her chair, smiling (seemingly sincerely) at trolls, orks and humans alike as they walk past. Laugh lines and a hardness to her exposed arms hint at an age older than her demeanor; you'd put her somewhere in her early thirties. Personality: Cass, "Payload", is not your normal hard-as-nails, take-no-drek, borderline or textbook psycho you normally find in the shadows. She's outgoing and social, but not in the calculated way of those frakking Faces that sleaze their way around the streets. She just likes people, seemingly from all walks of life and any social strata. To her friends, she has the protective nature of an adoptive mother and is fiercely protective. If she had a better voice or a talent for singing or a desire for the limelight, she would have made some serious nuyen in the entertainment biz, but as it is, she has a sharp mind and a lust for gun-tech which lead her down her current path. She's been doing it for a while and even has a bit of a name for herself as a consummate pro when the drek hits the fan. The one thing that makes her go all Chaplin is her past and her personal life. Most people don't pry in this line of work though and that's the way she likes it. Background:   Cassidy was born in the lower class burbs of Aresville, you know, GDMC..the Motorcity? Her black father was a Spec-Ops Colonel in UCAS and was the center of her world and her South Asian mother's as well. He was still active duty when she was born but when she was six, he retired to be closer to his family. Later she would hear from her mother that his leaving the military was not taken well and was proceeded by many meetings with government officials at their home that she only vaguely remembers. All was well for the next seven years though, and she seemed to have the perfect childhood. Her daddy took her to ranges when she started showing an interest in his guns when he cleaned them and soon he was bringing his hunting rifles, assault rifles, shotguns, and renting sub-machine guns and high-powered sniper rifles. Her interest never waned and he proudly taught her everything he knew, not only shooting but the krav maga combat style and knife fighting, survival, the whole nine. Cass absorbed it all like a sponge. The two would go hunting off the former Michigan peninsula with "Uncle Tusk", an ork who served with her father back in the day and would show up unannounced at least once every year. He would leave just as suddenly without saying goodbye to her. When she was thirteen, things began to change. Her father started to become distant. He began to drink. At night she would hear him yelling at her mother. He would shout crazy things like he was receiving telepathic thoughts from a Dragon, that botfly larvae were all under his skin, that they monkeyed with his brain and put in machine parts, that he didn't feel human anymore. One day he disappeared. His assault rifle went with him; no other clue or note was left. Cass's heart was broken and her life disappeared with him. Two months later, UCAS officials came and told them he had committed suicide. She never saw his body when they lowered the casket in the ground. Her mother took the loss even harder than Cass did and slipped into a BTL-fueled abandonment. Cass drifted to the streets, falling in with a poseur ork death metal band called Squatter's Rite. Her boyfriend, the 'roided out bass player with cosmed tusks, led her further and further into their dark life and eventually into Molotovs, a splinter biker Gang that suckled at Ares' teat and functioned as an ill-payed criminal arm of the corp. She proved herself to the gang as a both spectacular arm candy and as a better gun girl than most of the hard liners were. It was only a year into that life that Cass became pregnant and her boyfriend dumped her faster than tainted data. With nowhere else to go and unwilling to give up her baby, she returned home only to find her mother had degraded into a lump of a woman, completely addicted to a life in the chips, her BTL's recreating the life she once knew. Cass almost gave up hope when Uncle Tusk returned with a job she could do to earn money for her baby. Her first run. Buzzsaw, as he was known to the others, lead her into her first foray in the shadows, the terror and adrenaline of that job was done with her child still in her womb. Buzzsaw told her he had been digging into her father's disappearance and that he was convinced that he was still alive, that he had been a volunteer in cyber experiments years before his retirement but that he hadn't uncovered more than that. He gave her her share from the run and set up an interview for her at Detroit University. Over the next few years he would show up as he had before; to see her baby be born, to give her money to complete her education, to help get her a job at Ares Macrotechnology. Her life had reached a sort of routine stability and she was the proud mother of her daughter Adriana. She had spent quite a bit of her first paychecks trying to get more information on her father, but it led to dead ends or darker places that started to be flagged by her employer as "interests detrimental to her continued employment" so she eventually gave up and put her efforts solely into her work and her baby girl. Life would have continued this way had she not become the target of Corporate Espionage. The runners that took her made it clear that to try and flee would be suicide, that their decker had made it all look like it was her idea, that they had her daughter and she would never see her again if she even tried to make it back and clear her name. She never found out who was behind the Johnson that set up the job. Buzzsaw and his team showed up at the safe house where she was held and were able to get her to safety. Her daughter was never in any harm, they had secured Adriana before the other team had even started the CE, but they had been truthful about the history rewrite they had done. Ares wanted her back, dead or alive and so began her and her daughter's second life in the shadows. In the beginning, she took to bringing a huge duffle stuffed with every kind of gun and explosive you could think of, so Digital Fade, their original technomancer, began to routinely ask her at the beginning of a run what was in the payload. The name stuck. It was a year ago that her last job went crab-wise in SeaTac. She didn't know if Buzzsaw or any of her crew were still alive but they had made plans to meet back up in San Fran if things went dark. So she hopped on to her bike with Adriana wrapping her arms around her and headed down to the Cali free state. RP Sample:   A moment's rest Cass stopped what she was doing as a shadow fell over her workspace. On the table was a disassembled mil-issue HK like her dad used to use at the range. It was heavily modified, but still at least three generations out of date. She had her leather roll of gunsmithing tools unfurled and half the tools were strewn about in a mess. Without looking up she said, "Can I help you, Buzz?" "I need a status report" The ork lording over her was rapidly aging but still an impressive figure. He stood ram-rod straight, not a white hair on his flat top out of place. "It's been twenty minutes," she glanced up, the jeweler's loupe made her left eye look like a giant squid's. She threw back her head and the loupe swiveled on top of her dreds. "I'm not a miracle worker." She flashed her most winning closed-lipped smile, and then, after a few seconds of silence, the full alpha strike of her pearly white teeth and dimples. Buzzsaw had known her too long for that sort of charm to have an effect. Cass dropped the smile and pointed at the pile of gun parts with a needle file, "Listen, that mage did--" "Geek the mage!" came a chorus from the rest of the team lounging on the two ratty couches in their safe house. They all took a shot of some nasty, 19 nuyen per fifth tequila. "--a number on it. Half the springs have to be replaced and I have to file down these melted parts. It would be a whole lot easier if I had a dedicated workshop..." The old argument. Cass was used to a certain level of tools from her job at Ares all those years ago and never gave up hope that she would have a shop again one day. She had so many ideas for guns that it would take years to prototype them all. But the ork kept them moving, rarely in the same place for more than it took to do a job or two. She couldn't really question his methods; they had kept them a step ahead so far. "Not possible, Payload. But I have all the faith in the world in you." "Well, I can get it going for now but it might misfire until I can get a few hours more work and some fresh parts. It would be easier to just get a new one. I could try and see if Blitz knows a dealer---" "No can do. There are many guns like it but this one is mine. You know the drill." He spun on his heel and went back to his spot by the window. Cass shrugged and looked back at the wreckage of the assault rifle in front of her. She sighed. Spinning in her seat to face the crew on the couches, she leaned forward with her hands on her knees and her arms pushing her assets together. "Wolfie? Oh Wolfgang, would you be a doll and bring that lamp over here? And can I bum a cig? I'm all zeros." Showtime Payload collected the spilled contents of her purse off the security station counter and closed the pearlescent-scaled clutch with a satisfying snap. "Oh, I completely understand, love." she replied to the young dwarf who was watching every move she made. The other guard, an elf woman, was already back to the monitors. The security here was not the best, but they weren't slouches either. She couldn't make a mistake. "You are the true heroes," she added as she turned her body to the elevators, noting the blush form on his cheeks. "This way?" she asked coquettishly, pointing with her purse to the fifth bank of elevators labeled "106-135". He nodded excitedly. Payload gave him one more smile as she walked that way. She approached a door that had just opened. Wait. came Digital Fade's voice in her ear. She stopped and leaned against the wall, pretending to fix a painful strap on her high heel as a couple, a striking orc woman and a human man also dressed in black tie, walked past her whispering conspiratorially to each other and took the elevator. A few seconds after that one closed, another opened. This one. She stepped in and watched as the elevator closed. The mirrored doors showed her a vision that didn't match up with her normal look and it caught her off guard. A sparkling white, spaghetti-strapped cocktail dress showed off her curves and made her skin look even healthier and more radiant than usual. She would have preferred a backless, but the form fitting armor underneath required a full torso cover. Not bad for a mom. She grinned. The car hadn't started its ascent yet and she adjusted her bra, using it as a bashful excuse to turn off the wireless image link on her cybereyes in case any Decker out there was paranoid enough to be scanning the signals. She then stood in place, perfectly still for a few seconds, long enough for Digital Fade to get a video loop to play with on the building's security system. She knew it would take maybe a second for him to replace the feed with a fake. Proceed. The car lurched upward, rocketing up the 100+ stories toward the penthouse. She quickly pulled out a metal nail file and unscrewed the access panel for the buttons. Inside were two magazines of ammo, placed there a week ago by the elevator repair man they had bribed. Working quickly, she stuffed them in her purse and secured the panel again. Places. Payload planted her feet on the carpet as close as she could as before and resumed position. Shoulders back a bit...too far...good. Digital Fade lined up her image and released the feed. The doors opened on the 111th floor to a dark and empty lobby. They had planned this stop to give her time for the next task. The last few days she had practiced assembling the Shiawase Puzzler until she had it down under the 33 seconds she was going to have between the time the doors closed and when they opened on the 135th floor. They closed. Have fun. She moved like lightning, dumping the contents of the clutch on the ground and quickly began assembling the pistol from seemingly random parts. Her heart was jack hammering in her chest. The rush of running that she hadn't felt for too long flooded her with adrenaline. This was not her modus operandi. Their Face was up in the penthouse now, distracting the CEO with the cunning only Faces had, but someone had to get in after and get his terminal on wireless for DF to do his biz. It wasn't going to be their 'wared-out samurai or their insane mage. It fell on Payload this time. And she was having fun. She finished assembly with one of her fastest times, sliding a clip softly into place putting it back in the clutch. Taking a few spare leisurely seconds to straighten a few loose dreds, she flipped back on the cybereyes and smiled at her image in the doors. You're not doing this for Adriana anymore, are you? The doors opened to the excited murmur of the executive party. Character Sheet:   Shadowrun 5e Sheet Name: Cassidy Sanders Metatype: Human Player: Ungainlyfool Movement: 12/24 Age: 29 Height: 168cm Weight: 59kg Hair: Brown Karma: 0 Total Karma: 0: Street Cred:0 Notoriety: 0 Composure: 5 Judge Intentions: 8 Lift/Carry: 5 Lift Carry Weight: 30kg/20kg Limits: Physical 4: Chameleon suit [+2] sneaking must be visible Mental 5: Vision enhancement [+2] only visual Social 5 Berwick dress [+1] must be visible Attributes: Body:3 Charisma: 4 Edge: 5 Initiative: 9 +2d6 Agility: 6 Intuition: 4 Current Edge Points: 3 Astral Init: 0 Reaction: 4(5) Logic: 4 Essence: 3.15 Rigger Int: 9 + 1d6 Strength: 2 Willpower: 1 Magic: - [B] SKILLS: Active Skills     Active Skills         Knowledge Skills       SKILL NAME POOL RTG ATT MOD SKILL NAME POOL RTG ATT MOD SKILL NAME POOL RTG ATT Aeronautics Mech 6 2 4 (LOG) 0 Impersonation 3 0 4 (CHA) 0 Thai 7 3 4 (LOG) Animal Handling 3 0 4 (CHA) 0 Industrial Mech 6 2 4 (LOG) 0 Japanese 5 1 4 (LOG) Archery 5 0 6 (AGI) 0 Instruction 3 0 4 (CHA) 0 Pop music 5 1 4 (LOG) Armorer(Firearms) 10(12) 6 4 (LOG) 0 Intimidation 5 1 4 (CHA) 0 Pop culture 5 1 4 (LOG) Automatics 12 6 6 (AGI) 0 Leadership 3 0 4 (CHA) 0 Corporation (ARES) 8 4 4 (LOG) Automotive Mech 6 2 4 (LOG) 0 Locksmith(Tumbler) 8(10) 2 6 (AGI) 0 Firearms 7 3 4 (LOG) Blades 8 2 6 (AGI) 0 Longarms 12 6 6 (AGI) 0 Gangs 6 2 4 (LOG) Clubs 8 2 6 (AGI) 0 Nautical Mech 6 2 4 (LOG) 0 Smuggler Routes 6 2 4 (LOG) Computer 5 1 4 (LOG) 0 Navigation 5 1 4 (INT) 0 Security Tactics 6 2 4 (LOG) Con 6 2 4 (CHA) 0 Negotiation(Bargaining) 6(8) 2 4 (CHA) 0         Cybercombat 3 0 4 (LOG) 0 Perception 9/11 5 4 (INT) 2         Demolitions 3 0 4 (LOG) 0 Performance 3 0 4 (CHA) 0         Disguise 3 0 4 (INT) 0 Pilot Ground 7 2 5 (REA) 0         Diving 2 0 3 (BOD) 0 Pistols(Semis) 12(14) 6 6 (AGI) 0         Escape Artist 5 0 6 (AGI) 0 Running 4 2 2 (STR) 0         Etiquette(Corp) 6(8) 2 4 (CHA) 0 Sneaking(Urban) 8(10) 2 6 (AGI) 2         First Aid(Gun Wnds) 8(10) 4 4 (LOG) 0 Survival 2 1 1 (WIL) 0         Forgery 3 0 4 (LOG) 0 Swimming 1 0 2 (STR) 0         Free-Fall 2 0 3 (BOD) 0 Throwing Weapons(nonaero) 8(10) 2 6 (AGI) 0         Gunnery 8 2 6 (AGI) 0 Tracking 3 0 4 (INT) 0         Gymnastics(Dodge) 8(10) 2 6 (AGI) 0 0 0 0 (AGI) 0         Hacking 3 0 4 (LOG) 0 Unarmed Combat 8 2 6 (AGI) 0         Heavy Weapons(GL) 8(10) 2 6 (AGI) 0 Pilot Water 4 0 5 (REA) 0                                     Qualities: Dependent (Demanding) BONUS: 9 KARMA SIN Corp limited ARES BONUS: 15 KARMA Ambidextrous COST: 3 KARMA Juryrigger COST: 9 KARMA Weapon/Attacks WEAPON POOL ACC DMG AP MODE RC AMMO HOLSTER SHORT MED LONG EXTENDED   Streetline Special (SG) 14 4(6) 6P   SA   6(c) conc/quick 0-5 6-15 16-30 31-50   Ares Light fire 75 14 6(8) 6P   SA   16(c) conc/quick 0-5 6-15 16-30 31-50   Ares Predator V (Sound Suppressor) 14 5(7) 8P -1 SA   15(c) conc/quick 0-5 6-20 21-40 41-60   Ares Crusader II 12 5(7) 7P   SA/BF 2 40(c)   0-5 6-15 16-30 31-50   Ares Alpha (Shock Pad, Periscope, Sound Suppressor) 12 5(7) 11P -2 SA/BF/FA 3 42(c) sling/lanyard 0-25 26-150 151-350 351-550   -grenade launcher 10 4(6) by grenade   SS   6(c)   5-50 51-100 101-150 151-500   Enfield AS 7 (SG) 12 4(5)(6) 13P -1 SA/BF   24(d)   0-10 11-40 41-80 81-150   Ares Desert Strike (Shock Pad, Bipod, Silencer) 12 7 13P -4 SA 1(3) 14(c)   0-50 51-350 351-800 801-1500                               WEAPON POOL ACCURACY DAMAGE AP REACH                 Combat Knife 8 6 4P -3 -                 Stun Baton 8 4 9S -5 1                 Ammo: Gun Type: Spare Clips: Normal: APDS: Flechette: Gel: SticknShock: Reference: Holdout Pistol 2 50 20 0 0 0   Light Pistol 3 100 30 0 0 0   Heavy Pistol 4 100 80 0 0 99   Machine Pistol 2 300 0 0 0 0   Assault Rifle 5 500 100 0 0 0   Sniper Rifle 2 50 50 0 0 20   Shotgun 4 200 0 100 100 0   Grenades: Type: Frag: Flashbang: Flashpack Gas: High Explosive: Smoke: ThermalSmoke: Reference: Non-aero 3 5 5 3 0 2 2   Grenade Launcher 10 3 0 0 5 0     Cyberware: Name: Essence: Grade: Reference: Cybereye Rating 3 Image link; Flare Comp; Lowlight; Thermo; Smartlink; Vision Mag; Vision Enhance 2 .4 Standard SR5 453 Subdermal smartgun datalinks x2 .2 Standard SR5 455 Internal Air Tank Rating 1 .25 Standard SR5 455 Wired Reflexes Rating 1 2 Standard SR5 455 Total: 2.85     Armor: Name: Value: Worn: Reference: Armor Jacket: Electrochromic;Fire resistance 4; Nonconductivity 4 12 Y SR5 437 Lined Coat: Electrochromic;Fire resistance 5; Thermal Dampening 4 9 N SR5 437 Chameleon Suit: Chemical Prot 5;Nonconductivity 5 9 N SR5 437 Mortimer of London Berwick Dress 8 N SR5:R&G Helmet +2 N SR5 437 Contacts: Type: Connection: Loyalty: Location: Fixer "Blitz" 4 2 Seattle Corporate Scientist Ares "Henri DeLeon" 1 3 Detroit Ganger "Krug" 1 1 Detroit Fixer "The Seraph" 10 2 Everywhere Gear: NAME RTG. QTY.   NAME RTG. QTY.   NAME RTG. QTY.     Hermes Ikon   1   Bug Scanner 6 1   Microtranciever   1     Jammer (Area) 4 1   White Noise Generator 6 1   Survival Kit   1     Fake SIN (Charlie Thonc) 4 1   Fake Lic. Firearms(Predator) 4 1   Restraint(plastic)   20     Fake SIN (Addy Thonc) 1 1   Fake Lic. conceal carry(Predator) 4 1   Restraint(metal)   1     Fake SIN (Sierra Jones) 2 1   Infrared Flashlight   1   Rapelling gloves   1     Tool Kit(Armorer)   1   lockpicks   1   medkit supplies   1     Gyro Mount   1                     Lifestyle: NAME RTG. QTY.   NAME RTG. QTY.   NAME RTG. QTY.     Caravanner Van       Maglock 6 1   trauma patch 6 1     Docwagon (Basic) 1 yr     Silver Credstick 3040nuyen               Stimpatch 6 3   Stimpatch 4 3   Boarding School 1mo 2000/mo

Armor

• Armor Jacket (12) Non-con 4, fire resistance 4
• Lined Coat(8) fire resist 5, thermal dampening 4

Weapons

• Ares Predator 1sticknshock (13/14 loaded) 1 normal 1 apds
• Ares Alpha 1apds(loaded) 1normal
• -grenade launcher 1 high explosive, 5 frag (loaded in that order)
• Combat knife
• Stun baton
• Grenades: 2 smoke, 1 thermal smoke, 2 flashbang

Other

• Hermes Ikon
• Microtranceiver
• Area jammer
• Infrared flashlight
• Lockpicking tools
• 10 plastic restraints
• Metal restraints
• 3 stim patches
• 1 trauma patch
• Essential medkit supplies

[Avner]

Application Character Name: Carver Dawson Street Handle: Bloodhound or simply the Hound Metatype: Human Archetype: Occult Investigator/Street Shaman Appearance: Carver is a former Lone Star employee and dresses to match the detective facade he created there tracking down Runners for his employer. Most often he is seen with a long brown trenchcoat, button down shirt and a loose fit tie. He had a distinct fedora he is never seen with out and has been known to say a man is not fully dressed without a hat. Since departing Lone Star he has had a bit of a rougher look with a stubble on his chin more often then not. Personality: Carver is a wise-alec with an affinity for scotch. He has a quite sarcastic with a dry wit and generally doesn't let anyone get too close due to his conflicted past. He knows The Sixth World has a tendency to kill those who aren't cautions and discrete and Carver has made sure he is plenty of both, not to mention most of the Runners would turn on him if they knew about where he came from. He always has a habit of keeping his ear to the ground for trouble and doesn't trust anyone unless he is forced to. Background: Carver wasn't always a runner, in fact he comes from just the opposite. His family had a legacy of working for the company. His father worked his way up becoming a major figure head for the company along with two of his brothers. They believed they were doing the good in a world full of bad and when Carver was brought in it was usually to track down someone who had done a whole lot of bad. Things were not grey Justice was black and white and when he was called in he always found his man, or metahuman. Carver's partner Reeve was brought down when they ran across a group of street thugs who got their hands on their hardware they shouldn't have been able to afford. Something wasn't right and the two of them knew it, when they followed a lead to an old business complex they soon found out they had been setup. Reeve sacrificed himself so Carver could get out. Then he went back to Lone Star to report the incident and get some assistance in following the trail of the guns. Strangely the refused him any of their resources and when he went to his brothers for assistance they warned him to back off of his investigation before he got himself in the kind of trouble he couldn't take back. Carver had caught the sent however and he followed it like a dog on the scent. While he was following up leads from a couple gang bangers he had taken down he got a call that his place had been broken into and that he had to return at once. When he got there he found out that not only had his apartment been ransacked but his wife and daughter were gone. Lone Star refused to do anything to help and when he pushed they released him. Not even his family would support them in his hunt, he had no options but to go off the grid. The trail for his family went cold in California and his money went dry. He was forced to take up various jobs tracking things down to keep afloat. One became two, two became ten and before he knew it he was completely submerged as a Shadowrunner. He had no love for his family or Lone Star having long given up the idea that their motives were pure. When he heard word of the Bombers getting their hands on guns they shouldn't he took off there like a bat out of hell. There was no such thing as a coincidence and he was going to get to the bottom of it. RP Sample: Taman   Originally Posted by Avner Taman steps up in front of the group and bows deeply and illustriously over-exaggerating every bit of the maneuver. "Taman Windraven at your service! Former resident of the Queens Fool I am now comrade in arms with these fine folks before you. If there is a song to be song or a tale to be told I am in fact your elf, or at least half as much so for it is best not to be too much of any one thing as they say!" Taman looked over toward Lugo and smiled. "If is a tale they require then it is a tale they should have!" the bard pulled out his lute and started to play. "It was a fine day when we chanced upon a Frog, The frog was giant living in that bog, but that was not the trouble no not the bog, for it was the man we had to save in the frog in the bog. So that is where Lugo and I would go, as we assisted the others both to and fro, we found the man in the frog in the bog. It was then that we entered to Moathouse of note, there is which the story to be wrote for there were smells in there that should never be smelt and dwarves who smelt of it, that should never be dealt such an awful smell from a heinous lizard, we slayed the thing... we buzzed its gizzard! There was the slime and the muck... and a few men who were out of their luck. So there was the Frogs in the bogs, and the muck, and the luck. There was the slime, and the lizard who lost his gizzard, But none of it compared to the Ogre with the spots, For Ogres with spots have minds that rot. But Spots and rots are not match for a group like us winners, we slayed that smelly stench and saved some prisoners. Now here we are with questions to be answered, for there is more to the this than has been delivered. The Elements of Evil existed in the Moathouse of Old, a cult which was completely slain or so we've been told. So there is our tale that's not of a whale but of a tale so old, what we've been told, a frog in a bog and smell worse than a spell that was on an Ogre with Spots who didn't do so well." Taman finished his tale with a subtle melody and then bowed to the newcomers in a grand gesture as he mad a smirk to his fellow allies for his grand new song about their adventure. "I know, I know, its a work in progress..."   Shadowrun 5e Sheet Name: Carver Dawson Metatye: Human Player:Avner Movement: 6/12 Age: 33 Hieght: Arrogant Weight: TBD Hair: Brown Karma: 0 Total Karma: 0: Street Cred:0 Notoriety: 3 Composure: 10 Judge Intentions: 11 Lift/Carry: 6 Lift Carry Weight: 45kg/30kg Attributes: Body:3 Charisma: 5 Edge: 3 Inituative: 10 +1d6 Agility: 3 Intuition: 6 Current Edge Points: 3 Astral Init: 12 + 2d6 Reaction: 4 Logic: 3 Essence: 6 Rigger Int: 10 + 1d6 Strength: 3 Willpower: 5 Magic: 6 Martix AR: 10 + 1d6 Martix Cold: 6 + DP + 3d6 Martix Heat: 6 + DP + 4d6 SKILLS: Active Skills     Active Skills         Knowledge Skills       SKILL NAME POOL RTG ATT MOD SKILL NAME POOL RTG ATT MOD SKILL NAME POOL RTG ATT Alchemy 10 4 6 (MAG) 0 Hacking 2 0 3 (LOG) 0 Bars and Clubs 9 3 6 (INT) Animal Handling 4 0 5 (CHA) 0 Heavy Weapons 2 0 3 (AGI) 0 Magical Community 5 2 3 (LOG) Arcana 9 4 3 (LOG) 2 Impersonation (Human) 8 (10) 3 5 (CHA) 0 Magical Forensics 7 4 3 (LOG) Archery 2 0 3 (AGI) 0 Instruction 4 0 5 (CHA) 0 Police Procedures 7 4 3 (LOG) Armorer 2 0 3 (LOG) 0 Intimidation 6 1 5 (CHA) 0 Security Companies (Lone Star) 7 (9) 4 3 (LOG) Automatics 2 0 3 (AGI) 0 Leadership 6 1 5 (CHA) 0         Banishing 8 2 6 (MAG) 0 Longarms 2 0 3 (AGI) 0         Binding 8 2 6 (MAG) 0 Navigation 7 1 6 (INT) 0         Blades 5 2 3 (AGI) 0 Negotiation 6 1 5 (CHA) 0         Clubs 2 0 3 (AGI) 0 Perception 11 5 6 (INT) 0         Computer 2 0 3 (LOG) 0 Performance 4 0 5 (CHA) 0         Con 4 0 5 (CHA) 0 Pilot Ground Craft 3 0 4 (REA) 0         Counterspelling 7 1 6 (MAG) 0 Pilot Watercraft 3 0 4 (REA) 0         Cybercombat 2 0 3 (LOG) 0 Pistols 2 0 3 (AGI) 0         Demolitions 2 0 3 (LOG) 0 Ritual Spellcasting 7 1 6 (MAG) 0         Disguise 5 0 6 (INT) 0 Running 2 0 3 (STR) 0         Diving 2 0 3 (BOD) 0 Sneaking 2 0 3 (AGI) 0         Escape Artist 2 0 3 (AGI) 0 Spellcasting 12 6 6 (MAG) 0         Etiquette 6 1 5 (CHA) 0 Summoning 11 5 6 (MAG) 0         First Aid 5 2 3 (LOG) 0 Survival 7 2 5 (WIL) 0         Forgery 2 0 3 (LOG) 0 Swimming 2 0 3 (STR) 0         Free-Fall 2 0 3 (BOD) 0 Throwing Weapons 2 0 3 (AGI) 0         Gunnery 2 0 3 (AGI) 0 Tracking 11 5 6 (INT) 0         Gymnastics 2 0 3 (AGI) 0 Unarmed Combat 2 0 3 (AGI) 0                                     Qualities: Bad Rep BONUS: 7 KARMA Whatever the reason, the character starts play with 3 points of Notoriety (p. 372) that can only be removed or decreased by confronting and resolving the source of the bad reputation. Only then may the Bad Rep quality be bought off with Karma. Code of Honor (children) BONUS: 15 KARMA, Will not harm women and children Distinctive Style: +5 Karma Always wears a specific hat and trench coat.   First Impression COST: 11 KARMA, the character gains a temporary +2 dice pool modifier for relevant Social Tests such as Negotiation and Con during the first meeting. This modifier does not apply to second and subsequent encounters Magician Shaman Mentor Spirit (Snake) COST: 5 KARMA Spirit Affinity (BEASTS) COST: 7 KARMA These spirits find the character interesting, are drawn to her, and are more inclined to assist her. They may be reluctant to attack the character, and if forced to do so they are likely to use nonlethal power. Watchers and minions do not count for this quality as they are constructed and are not summoned like normal spirits. Spirit Affinity provides magicians with 1 additional spirit service for each spirit of that type, and it also provides a +1 dice pool modifier for Binding Tests. Weapon/Attacks WEAPON POOL ACCURACY DAMAGE AP MODE RC AMMO           Ares Viper Slivergun 2 4 9P(f) 4 SA/BF 2 30(c) SR5 426         Sound Suppressor                           S: 0-5 M: 6-20 L: 21-40 E: 41-60                 Remington Roomsweeper 2 4 7P -1 SA 2 8(m) SR5 426           S: 0-5 M: 6-20 L: 21-40 E: 41-60                 SA Retarius Net Gun 0 5 0 - SA 2 4(b) RG 28           S: 0-5 M: 6-15 L: 16-30 E: 31-50                 RANGED WEAPONS                         WEAPON POOL ACCURACY DAMAGE AP REACH               Forearm Snap-Blades 5 4 5P -2 0   SR5 422           Unarmed Attack 2 5 3S - 0   SR5 132           Armor: Name: Value: Actioneer Business Clothes 8 Lined Coat 9 Total 9 SPELLS: Spell Type Range Damage Duration DV Reference Powerbolt P LOS P I F-3 SR5 284 Stunball M LOS (A) S I F SR5 284 Stunbolt M LOS S I F-3 SR5 284 Analyze Truth M T S F-2 SR5 286 Detect Individual M T S F-3 SR5 286 Cure Disease M T P F-4 SR5 288 Heal M T P F-4 SR5 288 Stealth P LOS S F-2 SR5 284 Armor P LOS S F-2 SR5 292 Influence M LOS P F-1 SR5 293 Contacts: Type: Connection: Loyalty: Location: Lone Star "Galahad" 2 1 Texas Magician Contact "Artemis" 2 2 San Francisco Fixer Bartender "The Celt" 3 1 San Francisco Talismonger "Black Kat" 3 1 San Francisco Devices: DEVICE DEVICE RATING ATTACK SLEAZE DATA PROC. FIREWALL             Spirits: SPIRIT FORCE SERVICES BOUND/UNBOUND Spirit of Beasts 6 1 Bound Spirit of Water 6 1 Bound Gear: NAME RTG. QTY.   NAME RTG. QTY.   NAME RTG. QTY.                               Ammo: APDS (Heavy Pistols) - 20 SR5 434 Ammo: Tracker Rounds, Security Tag (Heavy Pistols) - 10 RG 55 Magical Lodge Materials 1 1 SR5 326   Ammo: Regular Ammo (Heavy Pistols) - 20 SR5 434 Fake SIN (1) 1 1 SR5 442 Net Gun Reload (Standard) - 4 RG 28                   Restraint, Metal - 1 SR5 447

[KKristophDavion]

Man, I step away from this forum for a week and a good Shadowrun game pops up. Expect an application from me soon, perhaps a re-attempt at a character that could never get that far.

Mhm. Redoing an old character that never got off the ground because I like him lots.

Theo Character Name: Satō Ryō. Theodore, for anyone else. Street Handle: Bobcat Metatype: Little Elf Boy Archetype: Infiltrator, B&E Specialist. Emergency/Secondary Face Appearance: Barely making it to 1.5m and weighing in at an earthshattering 47 kilos, Theo is the definition of lithe. Should one look up lithe in the dictionary, Theo's face would be plastered on that page. Short hair that is easily hidden away in a hood, one may look at his friendly smile and dark coal coloured eyes and implicitly trust in his safety. He had always been raised to show himself to look impecable in any situation and that continues to translate into his garb and gear. While not running the streets he cleans up quite nicely in an armored suit that is tailored to his proportions, dark navy jacket and pants with a black shirt and wine tie are the mainstay when he must be presentable to those around him. Otherwise, you'll find Theo in a much more comfortable suit that hugs close and leaves little trailing away, giving ease in running the rooftops and going about unseen. Personality: Theo is a product of his corporate upbringing, humble to a fault and always cordial to everyone he meets. To an end, this works well for him and his career as his steely gaze and cool demeanor translates to simple reliability to those who hire him. Should he need to be described in one word, Reliable might be a good fit for him as he sticks to what he does best and what he knows. On the seldom chance he is able to relax, he finds himself with a bottle of sake in one hand, a book in the other, and his lovely cat Ryūnosuke napping on his lap. While not the best people person, he simply knows how to pull a few strings and direct a few waves in the right directions to get what he wants. In groups however, he finds the ability to rely on others to shore up his weaknesses comforting, and is and always will be fiercely loyal to the end. Background:Satō Ryō comes from a family heavily integrated into the Japanese Renraku corporation, his father being the head of a Red Samurai task force internal to the company. He himself was born a small, sickly child in the Neo-Tokyo ward Yokohama, close off of the headquarters of the Renraku corporation. Throughout his entire life he was raised to be his father's child, schooled in the martial ways and instructed by his tutor in how to take advantage of his diminutive size. While he was never as strong as his younger brother nor as intelligent as his older sister, he had an uncanny speed and easy dexterity on his side that helped him leverage every opportunity he had. Always the one that was never caught sneaking about, his father caught onto his skills and further pushed Ryō to improve and succeed in his position amongst the corporation. Between the competition amongst his siblings, the pressure from his parents, and the intimidating presence of Renraku in their lives Ryō almost felt that he would end up breaking and disappointing all of those who looked to him to do better. Running outside was an escape for that. No one could catch him, nor tell him what was truly expected of him when he was dashing across roofs and in and out of alleys. He caught the attention of his first ally and shadowrunner in the alley close to his family home. Impressed by his aptitude in navigating the urban jungle quickly and safely, Ryō was offered a chance at something he couldn't refuse: friends who expected only what he wanted them to expect of him. The test was simple enough, and in a group where no one knew his background and expected nothing of him due to it, Ryō flourished and grew (metaphorically) into his abilities into his late teens and early twenties. The unfortunate eventuality came then, that Ryō was caught after being sold out by a Mr. Johnson that didn't want to leave any loose ends. The group he was running with got off hard, but his family status gave Ryō some amnesty in the court, leading to a silent exile from the mainland, away from any public cry that could marr his family's standing. He was sent across the ocean to the North American continent, to San Francisco with little more than a change of clothing and his cat Ryunosuke. The following years were harsh and difficult; the society across the lake was such different than the familiar hustle of Neo-Tokyo, and while the runners here were more numerous they were far less trusting and used far different tactics. Evidently he had much to learn, and after finding himself off of the streets in this city Ryō migrated northward, through Portland and into Seattle, eventually moving east and then back around over the next decade of work. It was grueling, difficult, and did little to eventually change his outlook and own code of honor while working, even when making his own name for himself.   Born of a Megacorp family on Mainland Japan Raised by his family to be honorable, take a high position in the company Brother is a Red Samurai, sister is a Biotechnology Engineer at Shiawase Started Running as a means to escape Disgraced by his family ([TT="reason unknown"]This one's malleable, discussable with DM[/TT) Moved off the island to the Americas, starting in SF and moving from city to city Recently re-entered the Bay Area to lay low, get some R&R RP Sample: This is one I'll toss out for now, going to look to see if I find one that I like better Extra Sources: Probably Run & Gun, probably Assassin's Primer Sheets:PDF and the Chummer5 file   Shadowrun 5e Sheet Name: Satō Ryō "Theodore" Metatye: Elf Player:KKDavion Movement: 20/40 Age: 27 Height: 1.5m Weight: 47 kg Hair: Black Karma: 0 Total Karma: 0: Street Cred:0 Notoriety: -2 Composure: 7 Judge Intentions: 7 Lift/Carry: 5 Lift Carry Weight: 30kg/20kg Attributes: Body:3 Charisma: 4 Edge: 1 Inituative: 6 +1d6 Agility: 7(10) Intuition: 3 Current Edge Points: 0 Astral Init: 0 Reaction: 3 Logic: 2(3) Essence: 3.15 Rigger Int: 6 + 1d6 Strength: 2 Willpower: 3 Magic: 0 Martix AR: 6 + 1d6 Martix Cold: 3 + DP + 3d6 Martix Heat: 3 + DP + 4d6 Limits: Physical Limit: 4 Mental Limit: 4 Social Limit: 5 Astral Limit: 8 Chameleon Suit [+2] (Only for Sneaking, Must be visible) Audio Enhancement [+3] (Only for audio Perception) Zoé: Executive Suite [+1] (Must be visible) Enhanced Articulation [+1] Spatial Recognizer [+2] (Only for Perception to find source of a sound) Tailored Pheremones [+3] (Acting or Influence Skill Groups) Vision Enhancement [+2] (Only for visual Perception)   SKILLS: Active Skills     Active Skills         Knowledge Skills       SKILL NAME POOL RTG ATT MOD SKILL NAME POOL RTG ATT MOD SKILL NAME POOL RTG ATT Animal Handling 3 0 4 (CHA) 0 Heavy Weapons 9 0 7(10) (AGI) 0 Japanese 7 4 3 (INT) Archery 11 1 7(10) (AGI) 0 Impersonation 10 6 4 (CHA) 0 Corps: Renraku Computer Systems 5 2 2(3) (LOG) Armorer 2 0 2(3) (LOG) 0 Instruction 3 0 4 (CHA) 0 Security Companies 5 2 3 (INT) Automatics 9 0 7(10) (AGI) 0 Intimidation 3 0 4 (CHA) 0 Security Procedures 6 3 2(3) (LOG) Blades 11 1 7(10) (AGI) 0 Leadership 8 4 4 (CHA) 0 Security Tactics 5 2 2(3) (LOG) Clubs 9 0 7(10) (AGI) 0 Locksmithing 12 2 7(10) (AGI) 0 Computer 7 4 2(3) (LOG) 0 Longarms 12 2 7(10) (AGI) 0 Con 10 6 4 (CHA) 0 Navigation 2 0 3 (INT) 0 Cybercombat 2 0 2(3) (LOG) 0 Negotiation 8 4 4 (CHA) 0 Demolitions 2 0 2(3) (LOG) 0 Palming 16 6 7(10) (AGI) 0 Disguise 7 4 3 (INT) 0 Perception 9 6 3 (INT) 0 Diving 2 0 3 (BOD) 0 Performance 10 6 4 (CHA) 0 Electronic Warfare 7 4 2(3) (LOG) 0 Pilot Ground Craft 2 0 3 (REA) 0 Escape Artist 15 4 7(10) (AGI) +1 Pilot Watercraft 2 0 3 (REA) 0 Etiquette 8 4 4 (CHA) 0 Pistols 9 0 7(10) (AGI) 0 First Aid 2 0 2(3) (LOG) 0 Running 1 0 2 (STR) 0 Forgery 2 0 2(3) (LOG) 0 Sneaking 16 6 7(10) (AGI) 0 Free-Fall 2 0 3 (BOD) 0 Survival 2 0 3 (WIL) 0 Gunnery 9 0 7(10) (AGI) 0 Swimming 1 0 2 (STR) 0 Gymnastics 16 6 7(10) (AGI) 0 Throwing Weapons 10 0 7(10) (AGI) 0 Hacking 2 0 2(3) (LOG) 0 Tracking 2 0 3 (INT) 0 Hardware 9 6 2(3) (LOG) 0 Unarmed Combat 12 2 7(10) (AGI) 0   Qualities: Agile Defender COST: 3 KARMA, Speed kills, but quickness and agility can be the key to avoiding a speedy death. This quality allows the character to use their Agility in place of their Willpower attribute while using Full Defense. Blandness COST: 8 KARMA, Increase the threshold for anyone to recall specific details about the character by 1. Attempting to shadow or physically locate a character with the Blandness quality in a populated setting receive a –2 dice pool modifier on all tests related to their search. The same penalty applies if they’re asking around about the person based on the individual’s physical appearance. The modifier does not, however, apply to magical or Matrix searches. Code of Honor (Assassin's Creed) BONUS: 15 KARMA, A character never kills anyone that they are not paid to kill. Being precise as an assassin, not leaving collateral damage, and being invisible are important hallmarks of those who believe in the Assassin’s Creed. Characters who take this version of Code of Honor lose 1 point of Karma for every unintentional and/or unpaid murder they commit, and their Public Awareness goes up by 1 for each such death. Consmmate Professional BONUS: 3 KARMA, Advantages: The consummate professional has proven he’s worthy of being treated better than a typical assassin. Gain a +2 Dice Pool bonus to social interaction rolls when interacting with employers. Disadvantages: The flip side to having as much discretion as the consummate professional does is that it’s much harder to be known for your work. Divide total Karma by 20 (instead of 10 as normal) and round down in order to determine Street Cred. First Impression COST: 11 KARMA, the character gains a temporary +2 dice pool modifier for relevant Social Tests such as Negotiation and Con during the first meeting. This modifier does not apply to second and subsequent encounters Low-Light Vision COST: 4 KARMA, The character possesses eyes that provide natural lowlight vision and enable her to see normally in light levels as low as starlight. Low-light vision cannot be combined with eye replacement. Prejudiced (Specific, Outspoken): Kuwarohito COST: 5 KARMA, When dealing with the target of their prejudice, a character receives a –4 dice pool modifier. If negotiations are a part of the encounter, the target receives a +4 modifier   Cyberware/Bioware: Implant Essence Grade Quality Cerebral Booster 1 0.2 Standard +Logic attribute by its Rating Datajack 0.1 Standard A datajack gives you a direct neural interface (p. 222). It also comes with a retractable spool of micro-cable (about a meter long) that lets you directly interface with any electronic device via a universal access cable Enhanced Articulation 0.3 Standard +Escape Artist and +Physical limit by its Rating Muscle Toner 3 0.75 Used +Agility by its Rating Shock Hands 0.25 Standard Grants a Shock Hand implanted within the body Smartlink 0.2 Standard Allows use of Smartlink systems in weapons Spurs 0.3 Standard Retractable Spurs that come out through the knuckles Tailored Pheremones 3 0.75 Used +Dice Pool on Acting and Influence skill groups by its rating. Only if the target is within physical distance, must be able to smell you. +Social Limit by Rating.   Armor: Name: Add-ons Qualities Value: Chameleon Suit Wireless: +2 to Sneaking Tests for hiding 9 Thermal Damping 6 +6 to Sneaking against heat-based detection Tag Eraser When the eraser is activated within 5mm of a device, the device takes 10 boxes of matrix damage. Charge at power point. Trid Projector Hologram projecter, up to 5m cube. Zoé: Executive Suite +1 to Social limit; Wireless: +2 to Social Limit 12 Custom Fit Must be fit to wearer, any change to Physical Attributes require refitting. Newest Model Lose more when purchased lightly worn (20% loss of Armor Rating) Other Modifiers -9 Total 12   Weapons/Attacks Ranged WEAPON POOL ACCURACY DAMAGE AP MODE RC AMMO Ranger Silver Pistol Crossbow 12 9 4P - SS 2 5(m) S: 0-5 M: 6-20 L: 21-40         Concealed Quick-Draw Holster Reduce Concealability and Quick-Draw threshold by 1           Smartgun System, Internal Allows Smartlink connection with gun; bonus to all attacks by +2           Laser Range Finder Calculates distance to target         Camera, Micro Captures still photos, video, and trideo, including sound         SVD 12 8 10P -2 SA 4 (5) 10(c) S: 0-50 M: 51-350 L: 351-1500 E: 801-1500       Bipod Simple Action, 2 points of recoil compensation when used           Easy Breakdown (Unpowered) Weapon can be broken down to fit in a briefcase. 3 Complex actions           Imaging Scope           Camera, Micro Captures still photos, video, and trideo, including sound         Vision Magnification Magnification of up to 50x         Thermographic Vision Allows vision into the infrared spectrum         Flare Compensation Helps mitigate vision modifiers for glare and flashing lights         Shock Pad Adds 1 point of recoil compensation           Silencer -4 dice pool modifier on Perception Tests to notice the weapon's use or locate the weapon's firer           Smartgun System, Internal Allows Smartlink connection with gun; bonus to all attacks by +2           Laser Range Finder Calculates distance to target         Camera, Micro Captures still photos, video, and trideo, including sound         Melee Weapon Pool Accuracy Damage AP Reach Combat Knife 11 6 4P -3 0 Concealable Holster Reduce Concealability by 1       Shock Hand 12 4 9S(e) -5 0 Spurs 12 4 5P -2 0 Unarmed Attack 12 4 2S - 0   Devices: DEVICE CATEGORY DEVICE RATING ATTACK SLEAZE DATA PROC. FIREWALL Transys Avalon Commlinks 6 0 0 6 6 \ Vehicle: VEHICLE HANDLING ACCEL SPEED PILOT BODY ARMOR SENSOR CM SEATS DEVICE Susuki Mirage (Racing Bike) 5/3 3 6 1 5 6 2 15 1 1 Sensor Array Rating 2 Have 2 sensors. I don't know which I want.                 GEAR: Ammo B&E Toolbox NAME Rating QTY NAME Rating QTY NAME Rating QTY Ammo: APDS (Sniper) - 50 Cellular Glove Molder 4 1 Bug Scanner 6 1 Ammo: Gell Rounds (Sniper) - 50 Chisel - 1 Data Tap - 1 Ammo: Subsonic (Sniper) - 50 Crowbar - 1 Glue Solvent - 5 Ammo: Tracker Rounds, Security Tag (Sniper) - 10 Gecko Tape Gloves - 1 Glue Sprayer - 5 Ammo: Tracker Rounds, Stealth Tag (Sniper) - 10 Keycard Copier 6 1 Jammer, Area 4 1 Bolt: Injection (Crossbows) - 10 Lockpick Set 6 1 Jammer, Directional 6 1 Bolt: Stick-n-Shock w/ Static Shaft (Crossbows) - 20 Miniwelder - 1 Micro-Tranceiver - 1 Miniwelder Fuel Canister - 3 Satellite Link - 1 Tool Kit (Hardware) - 1 Security Tags - 10 Tool Kit (Disguise) - 1 Sequencer 6 1 Slap Patch, Stim Patch 6 5 Stealth Tags - 10 Tag Eraser - 1 White Noise Generator 6 1 Audio Visual Misc. NAME Rating QTY NAME Rating QTY NAME Rating QTY Earbuds 3 1 Goggles 6 1 Fake SIN (Theodore Koyama) 4 1 Audio Enhancement 3 +3 to Audio Perception Tests Image Link Display Visual information in field of view Transys Avalon - 1 Headphones 4 1 Thermographic Vision See in infrared spectrum Narco Jet - 10 Select Sound Filter 2 Select Up to 2 sound groups to focus on Vision Enhancement 2 +2 to Visual perception test limit Neuro-Stun VIII - 10 Spatial Recognizer +2 bonus to Perception to find specific sound Vision Magnification 50x zoom       Subvocal Mic

[Dooliwong]

Seeing as how once the character sheet is done everyone will be aware, I've removed the secret text from the archetype. Sabrina's actually a technomancer posing as a decker, though it's unlikely anyone else in the party is actually aware yet.

I've also been building her in Chummer (first time using it), but think I might be stealing Avner's sheet format as I really dig it. Will update this post when the sheet is completed.

Source code and commit history for the character sheet can be found here.

Application Information Character Name: Sabrina Watson Street Handle: Winter Metatype: Human Archetype: Decker Appearance: Standing at 1.6m and weighing just around 49kg, Sabrina's build belies the malnutrition and difficulty of her childhood. Her blonde hair frequently features varying highlight colors and is kept up out of her face at most times. Her style is best described as subdued casual, mostly dressing to blend into the background of any location. Personality: Growing up was tough for Sabrina, and as a result, she tends to be standoffish and reserved, generally preferring to observe rather than engage in conversation. Despite her quiet nature, she is unafraid to speak up and stand her ground on issues she feels strongly about, and when she feels comfortable, is willing to open up and converse. When that happens, it is sometimes difficult for her to curb the rambling, sarcastic spew. A lover of cigars, fast bikes, and pretty women, intrigued by bioware and cybernetics, and a hatred for bullies, Sabrina is usually able to fit in well with most crews despite her long stretches of silence.   Sabrina never knew her parents; her memories of early childhood are a slideshow of constantly changing foster homes and never understanding why she was unable to find a permanent home. She always assumed it was due in no small part to the trouble she got into whenever Sabrina got her hands on Matrix tech, even as a young child. She couldn’t help it, something tugged at her to continue delving in and learning more. Fed up with the system, Sabrina ran away in her early teens, choosing a life in the shadows of Seattle proper over the constant cycle of disappointment. It was rough, but ultimately proved the better decision. She was able to find a waitress job for the first few years at a cyber café, giving her easy access to tech and a small source of income. Gradually, her career path shifted to match her life, taking a turn into the shadows providing matrix support for runners. In the years since, she has made a name for herself as a freelance decker, outshining most of her so-called “peers” in raw talent and unique perspective. Despite her rough life, Sabrina has been able to carve out a good life for herself in Seattle. While she certainly isn’t the richest or most powerful decker around, her reputation is solid, the income enough to cover her needs and desires, and the risk minimal enough that she is not constantly on the lookout for threats.   Taillights flew by in a blur of crimson as the high displacement Japanese motorcycle careened down the 405, weaving through traffic prompted by the smallest urgings of its rider. Taking advantage of a brief window of open road on the busy interstate, the slim figure atop the roaring machine turned to look over their shoulder. The red leather suit with black highlights flashing with rapid bursts of illumination as headlights passed over the rider, glaring off golden mirror of their helmet. There. A few hundred meters back, but plain as day, was another single headlight flitting across the road, carefully choosing a path to put itself on an intercept course with the lead rider. Ground was being gained, and fast. Returning their attention to the path in front of them, the rider quickly engages the clutch and drops a gear down. Most bikes these days ran on autopilot, connected to sophisticated programs that controlled the optimal gear selections for any given time, but for this rider that was surprisingly too digital. She loved the feel of rolling her own gears, the momentary pause in the engine like the still silence between heartbeats, and the roar of the best below as the higher torque of the lower gear took hold, dumping raw power to the rear wheel and accelerating the modern steed down the pavement. The augmented reality overlay in the rider’s helmet plotted the best course to the destination, mileage racing down like a clock signaling the danger at the rear. Tearing across several lanes of traffic, onto an exit ramp like a rocket the ebony machine groans as the down shifting rapidly slows, allowing the corner to be taken without completely losing the rider. 500 meters ahead flickered the matrix icon of the destination, a slowly burning cigar, smoke slowly pouring from its tip. Barely two heartbeats later the distance to the end was covered, and the rider slowly coasted in, dropping the kickstand and throwing a glance over their shoulder. Nothing. Easy. Reaching up, she removes her helmet to reveal long blonde hair with purple highlights and runs a hand through it to shake out the helmet hair. The sounds of a high revving engine in the distance provoke a deep sigh from Sabrina as she balanced the helmet on the fuel tank, retrieving a small deck from inside her jacket. The other rider pulls up to a hard stop next to her, flipping up the visor roughly to reveal a delicate but furrowed brow. "You cheated!" the woman cries over the low hum of idle engines, "You rerouted my nav, I would have had you!" With a light chuckle, Sabrina doesn’t look up from her deck but offers a slight shrug in response. "It seems to me that we didn’t set any ground rules, I saw the opportunity and took it. I won, " she says coyly, finally looking up from the computer in her hands with a wry grin on her face, "And you know what that means." A sly wink causes the redhead, who had now removed her helmet to blush deeply under her freckles. "Come on, " Sabrina says as a peace offering, "I’ll buy you a drink and a smoke as a consolation prize." A few more rapid taps on the screen and a quick glance at its contents confirm Sabrina’s work was under way, as the deck began executing scripts and outputting their results to the screen. Tucking it safely back in her jacket, she walks over to her companion, embraces her in a deep kiss, then leads her into the bar. Just because she was working a job didn’t mean she couldn’t have some fun while she was at it, right?

[Maghnuis]

 

Demetrios Michalakakis   Name: Demetrios Michalakakis Street name usually mispronounced "Hercules"Herakles Has been known to go by the name Demo as, in Demolition. Height/Weight: Almost 74 cm/With his shirt on, he looks more like 20 Kilos.38 Kilos Hair/Skin: Black/Tanned Appearance: Depending on how he is kitted out, he can pass as a human child or a scrawny dwarf. He picks and choses according to the circumstances. Almost no one knows what a gnome is anyway. Sometimes, he uses a quick change, adding or losing a beard, and changing his stance to become someone other than the person that corp sec team is chasing. Without modifications, he looks much younger than his 24 years, more like a very short 12 year old. His voice dropped to a deep bass years ago, but he has cultivated a higher pitched speaking voice to go along with his apparent age. Personality: As a good chameleon, sometimes he is unnoticeable, sometimes he is full of swagger. He enjoys baiting bigger folks into picking a fight with him, or even challenging him to an arm wrestling contest, so he can put them in their place. He is trying to be better about such things, so he only does it if it advances a mission... or if someone really needs a lesson. As often as not, it is to take the pressure off of someone who is being picked on. He is a good son of the Church, but still a bit rough around the edges... not in a full Boondock Saints sort of way, but... Well, OK... exactly that way and those who are truly evil. Archetype: Physical Adept Metatype: Gnome A gang banger from the ...the good side of Redmond.wrong side of town, Demetrios Michalakakis had a lot going against him. He was short, and he had a funny name. Oh, yeah, he also has had no living relatives since the age of 6, and lived on the streets. What he had going for him was that he was cute, underestimated, a lot stronger than he looked, and he knew how to blow things up like a pro. Plus, he found some friends that fought really well and liked to blow things up. He became the mascot of the Atoms, soon after his parents died/disappeared. A gang of "normal" Dwarves, their leader was a Martial Adept and an explosives expert, having served in the Military until he left under questionable circumstances. Demetrios picked up the same skill sets. He was everyone's little brother, plus he could get into places his heftier brothers wouldn't fit. The Atoms took occasional security jobs for special events, as well as a few less legal commissions. They could get pretty brutal, but usually only against people that deserved it. The only thing Demetrios really remembers about his parents is attending church with them at the Cathedral. The music, incense, and ceremony centered him and helped him find himself when things got rocky -- that is, all the time. He attended Church at least weekly sometimes daily when things got too crazy. The Priests and the Archbishop noticed the small boy. Even at the age of 24, he still seems a very small boy of perhaps 8 to 12 years of age. Pretty much only those who have known him for 10 years or more know that he is significantly more mature. There are times when he will age himself through his disguise talents. He is not beyond adding facial hair, sometimes even up to full Dwarven Standards. Other times, mostly through a simple change of clothing, he can pass for a human youngster. He has good friends both in, and recently graduated from, the ganger scene, but he has other friends from the Church who have trained in more obscure arts including magic.   "Definitely a turf war..." says a surprisingly deep voice coming from a small figure you could mistake for someone's child. "The question is, who the players are and what their resources are." Now that you think of it, you did see a small figure over talking to the band members during their break. "Anyone who threatens to damage a cultural institution like this needs to be reeducated." "Demo." the diminutive figure adds with a nod - must be his street name. A place with free food and drink? Sounds like a plan. "The Orks want to control this turf. We will show them it is not in their best interests. Any survivors will think better of it." says the small mannikin in a matter of fact tone. "Friends take care of each other and this neighborhood will be protected. Even friends need to eat tho." he adds with a wink at the hostess. Sure it sounded like the bar owner was trying to recruit them for a turf war, but they were mostly good folks who were willing not only to pay them, but to feed them as well. That has to count for something. "To seal the deal, let's have a drink. Have you got any Retsina?" asks the little one. "Retsina? I'm thinkin no. I gotta hop wine from Seattle. Some dumdum tried it yesterday and said Tastes like paint thinnah The bar man replies to the short one, followed quickly with, "You sure I should be selling to ya. Teh cops might not do much, but they hard core on likkah laws, and I can't be having us loose dat." "Looks can be deceiving... as you well know." says the short one. "Tell you what, I'll arm wrestle you for it. I win, it is on you. You win, I'll buy you something better." His eyebrow lifts in a questioning expression. "After that, you can decide whether to sell me the next one."

[Erisir]

So here is my character sheet. Let me know if I should change anything.

Crius Character Name: Darvin Blackbrook Street Handle: Crius Metatype: Elf Archetype: Hermetic Mage Appearance: His snowy skin lies framed with copious amounts of black silky straight hair, well mostly black as for some reason he has a larger than normal accumulation of white strands at the front of his scalp. His eyes are incredibly pale and chilling being a perfect match to his pearly white smile. His skin is immaculate except for a series of tattoos that end right around his chin. He is of medium height to an elf although slightly bulkier than most of them. His hands are thin and his entire figure seems to indicate someone who never had to do real work all his life, a good feature when your goal is to have people underestimate you.   Personality: Crius is simply a double-faced snake. All smiles and flattery when it matters and all cold steel and vitriol when no one is looking. Having been raised in a corporate environment compounded with the years he spent climbing the ladder himself led him to develop a superiority complex towards SINless and other “lower” class citizens. The irony of his current situation doesn’t escape him however making him a particularly bitter and jaded individual when in the comfort of his own thoughts. Outside in public he is a sympathetic kindred soul harbouring as much disdain for the big man as any other shadowrunner or maybe more. He loves planning and executing his plans flawlessly, preferring to live under a heavy system of laws and backup escape routes. Being of a hermetic tradition he obviously dislikes chaos and variability, it is more of a liability than an asset in his eyes considering it just adds to the probability of his plans failing spectacularly. Finally, when faced with the not Awakened he may sometimes adopt a might makes right attitude especially when these peons fail or refuse to cooperate, free will is just wasted sometimes, you know? Background:   Crius was born Darvin Blackbrook to a couple of corporate born drones of some parents in the great elven nation of Tír na nÓg under the employ of the company Gaeatronics. He barely remembers them as his education was taken care exclusively by the company he belonged to. A company that stripped him of all individuality and purpose, sucked him dry of all he could give and then tossed him aside as soon as a new shinier toy was available. He resented them, he resented them all. No one should have to live like that, people need to rise and return to where they were before all this. This is what Crius would tell you, this is what he most likely needs you to hear but it’s not the whole story, it never is. Yes, he was born to corporate born parents, and yes, he barely remembers them. That never affected him. He delighted on his education once he was detected has having the potential for magic and started receiving the respect of his peers. He revelled in climbing the corporate ladder and the cutthroat relationships of the office. His ruthless mind instilled in his corporate education lied hidden behind a veneer of etiquette and proper manicure and this was a thing of beauty to him. He was happy in his place, as a senior magical researcher, charting star maps and experimenting on sentient subjects. SINless, no one of any importance. Of course, that in such an environment he should have realized he would himself be hoisted when the time came. It did, probably sooner than he expected. Another rising Awakened, just as ruthless as he was, climbed until he was serving under him at the magical lab. Cryus was certain the kid had fire in his eyes and murder on his mind, but hubris often speaks much louder than common sense and he knew he could contain that, harness it even. He was wrong. It was a regular night like so many others, the lab was still deserted when he clocked in and he began his preparations for the day in earnest, then it happened. Something destabilized the astral barriers and trapped spirits began pouring out of containment. Angry spirits, mistreated for years, flooded the facility and not just regular elemental ones either, bug spirits, toxic spirits. The chaos and destruction they caused was beyond horrific. Crius survived, shielded by his magical preparations for the day. When the company investigated what occurred he was found guilty of deliberately setting them all free in a miscalculated attempt at corporate sabotage. Crius was no fool though and so, as soon as the investigation started he prepared his possible escape, which included leaving the continent towards America and an early warning of his innocence status in the corporation’s investigation. As soon as he was considered guilty he activated his contingency plan and was out of there before anyone knew he was leaving. After seeing his accounts barred, he wanders trying to find work taking down the corporations that would destroy him and looking for a way to the kid with fire in his eyes in the prospect of enacting his grandest plan of vengeance yet. RP Sample:   Crius stared at the credstick on the table before him. He didn’t touch it, he didn’t even move as the seconds ticked by. He just sat there, breathing as the hired goons of his client shuffled uncomfortably around him. “That’s my final offer, Crius. Don’t think you’ll get a better one around here either.” He shifted his stare from the stick to the woman sitting across from him. Vanessa was her name, her real one at least, around here she was Iron Maiden the leader of a low-life band of thugs and thieves. A large Ork that usually wore bright green leather outfits that clashed horribly with her pink pastel hair and makeup. She was interested in some magical artefacts every now and again however and paid well… or so they said. His face broke into a smile as he answered back to her, his voice felt refreshing, musical even but carried with it the hint of a sharp blade. “I understand, Iron. I really do. Fallen on harder times? I’m sure we can work out a payment deal, nice and simple just like you like them. Maybe a monthly pay of smaller dividends? I’m sure that would be more suitable to your current financial position.” The woman had been smiling so far, a mocking grin that you could easily find on a mouse that had stolen all the cheese at the end of the maze and now escaped with it, but the smile died as Crius spoke. She spat on the table narrowly missing the credstick and forcing Crius to close his eyes in disgust. “Take. The. Stick.” The punctuated staccato of her words betrayed her impatience and wounded pride, her goons were beginning to glance around each other no doubt considering the truth of Crius’ words. Was she really broke? Could she pay them? If she wasn’t broke then why undercut the runner? Spite? Rivalry? Crius grinned as he pushed the stick towards her. “Double it, as we agreed, and I will… or…” His voice took a sudden sweet inflection as he neared the end of his sentence, almost like someone would if they caught themselves reprimanding a man that barged into them on the street only to find they were actually blind. The implied assumption didn’t escape both Vanessa and her goons. “You’ll consider your next words very carefully, SINner.” Crius flinched back at the mention of his SIN. How could she know? Immediately the atmosphere of the room changed, the goons tensed and barked muttered curses at him and the Iron Maiden relaxed, a new grin spreading across her face as he clenched his fists and bit his tongue. He couldn’t manipulate them now that they knew, they probably would rather she didn’t pay him at all now that he was another SINner to them. The smile he presented her was probably one of the hardest he had to maintain ever since he began working the shadows. He placed his fingers over the cred-stick sliding it back to him with enough strength to leave a scratch trail over the metal table. He pocketed it and stood up adjusting his trench coat laced with subtly glowing glyphs. “Always a pleasure, Vanessa.” The woman watched as the elf slowly made his way towards the door of the room. Once he was outside he waved at the fuming woman and watched the door begin to close. Once only a crack was open he manifested a glowing blue circle of runes in front of his hands, in seconds the incantation was complete and an energy wave originating from him hit everyone inside the room. The wave was of miniscule force but the elf smiled nonetheless. “Kill each other” he muttered, and when the first shot was heard he was already walking, this time towards the exit of the building. Character Sheet:   Shadowrun 5e Sheet Name: Darvin Blackbrook Metatype: Elf Player: Erisir Movement: 8/16 Age: 34 Height: 182cm Weight: 78kg Hair: Black Karma: 0 Total Karma: 0: Street Cred:0 Notoriety: 0 Composure: 10 Judge Intentions: 7 Lift/Carry: 3 Lift Carry Weight: 15kg Limits: Physical 2 Mental 6 Social 7 Attributes: Body:1 Charisma: 4 Edge: 4 Initiative: 4 +1d6 Agility: 4 Intuition: 3 Current Edge Points: 4 Astral Init: 6 + 2d6 Reaction: 1 Logic: 5 Essence: 6 Rigger Int: 0 Strength: 2 Willpower: 6 Magic: 6(7) Resonance: - SKILLS: Active Skills     Active Skills         Knowledge Skills       SKILL NAME POOL RTG ATT MOD SKILL NAME POOL RTG ATT MOD SKILL NAME POOL RTG ATT Aeronautics Mech 4 0 5 (LOG) 0 Gymnastics 6 2 4 (AGI) 0 Magic Theory 10 5 5 (LOG) Alchemy 10 3 7 (MAG) 0 Hacking 4 0 5 (LOG) 0 Corporation (Gaeatronics) 8 3 5 (LOG) Animal Handling 3 0 4 (CHA) 0 Hardware 4 0 5 (LOG) 0 Magical Research 10 5 5 (LOG) Arcana 4 0 5 (LOG) 0 Heavy Weapons 3 0 4 (AGI) 0 Literature 6 3 3 (INT) Archery 3 0 4 (AGI) 0 Industrial Mech 4 0 5 (LOG) 0 English N     Armorer 4 0 5 (LOG) 0 Impersonation 3 0 4 (CHA) 0 Sperethiel N     Artificing 11 4 7 (MAG) 0 Instruction 3 0 4 (CHA) 0         Artisan 2 0 3 (INT) 0 Intimidation 3 0 4 (CHA) 0         Assenssing 2 0 3 (INT) 0 Leadership 3 0 4 (CHA) 0         Astral Combat 5 0 6 (WIL) 0 Locksmith 3 0 4 (AGI) 0         Automatics 3 0 4 (AGI) 0 Longarms 3 0 4 (AGI) 0         Automotive Mech 4 0 5 (LOG) 0 Medicine 8 3 5 (LOG) 0         Banishing 8 1 7 (MAG) 0 Nautical Engineering 4 0 5 (LOG) 0         Binding 8 1 7 (MAG) 0 Navigation 2 0 3 (INT) 0         Biotechnology 4 0 5 (LOG) 0 Negotiation 3 0 4 (CHA) 0         Blades 9 5 4 (AGI) 0 Palming 3 0 4 (AGI) 0         Chemistry 4 0 5 (LOG) 0 Perception 2 0 3 (INT) 0         Clubs 3 0 4 (AGI) 0 Pilot Aero 0 0 1 (REA) 0         Compiling - - - (RES) 0 Pilot Air 0 0 1 (REA) 0         Computer 4 0 5 (LOG) 0 Pilot Walker 0 0 1 (REA) 0         Con 3 0 4 (CHA) 0 Pilot Exotic 0 0 1 (REA) 0         Counterspelling 12 5 7 (MAG) 0 Pilot Ground 0 0 1 (REA) 0         Cybercombat 4 0 5 (LOG) 0 Pilot Water 0 0 1 (REA) 0         Cybertechnology 8 3 5 (LOG) 0 Pistols 9 5 4 (AGI) 0         Decompiling - - - (RES) 0 Registering - - - (RES) 0         Demolitions 4 0 5 (LOG) 0 Ritual Spell 8 1 7 (MAG) 0         Disguise 2 0 3 (INT) 0 Running 1 0 2 (STR) 0         Disenchanting 8 1 7 (MAG) 0 Software 4 0 5 (LOG) 0         Diving 0 0 1 (BOD) 0 Sneaking 6 2 4 (AGI) 0         Electronic Warfare 4 0 5 (LOG) 0 Spellcasting 12 5 7 (MAG) 0         Escape Artist 3 0 4 (AGI) 0 Summoning 12 5 7 (MAG) 0         Etiquette 9 5 4 (CHA) 0 Survival 5 0 6 (WIL) 0         Exotic Ranged Weapons 3 0 4 (AGI) 0 Swimming 1 0 2 (STR) 0         First Aid 8 3 5 (LOG) 0 Throwing Weapons 3 0 4 (AGI) 0         Forgery 4 0 5 (LOG) 0 Tracking 2 0 3 (INT) 0         Free-fall 0 0 1 (BOD) 0 Unarmed Combat 3 0 4 (AGI) 0         Gunnery 3 0 4 (AGI) 0 Performance 3 0 4 (CHA) 0                                     SPELLS: Spell Type Range Damage Duration DV Reference Ice Spear P LOS P I F-3 SG: 103 Ice Storm P LOS (A) P I F+1 SG: 103 Ice Wall P LOS (A) S F+2 SG: 115 Shape Ice P LOS (A) S F-2 SG: 118 Manabolt M LOS P I F-3 SR5: 284 Heal M T P F-4 SR5: 288 Stabilize M T P F-4 SR5: 289 Control Thoughts M LOS S F-1 SR5: 293 Mob Mind M LOS (A) S F+1 SR5: 293 Mana Barrier M LOS (A) S F-2 SR5: 294 Physical Barrier P LOS (A) S F-1 SR5: 294 Qualities: SIN Corporate Born (Gaeatronics) BONUS: 25 KARMA Exceptional Attribute (Magic) Cost: 14 KARMA Focused Concentration (3 Levels) COST: 12 KARMA Bilingual COST: 5 KARMA Weapon/Attacks WEAPON POOL ACC DMG AP MODE RC AMMO HOLSTER SHORT MED LONG EXTENDED   Ares Predator V 9 5(7) 8P -1 SA   15(c) conc 0-5 6-20 21-40 41-60                               WEAPON POOL ACCURACY DAMAGE AP REACH                 Combat Knife (Weapon Focus 1F) 9 6 3P -3 -                 Ammo: Gun Type: Spare Clips: Normal: APDS: Flechette: Gel: SticknShock: Reference: Heavy Pistol 0 20 0 0 0 0   Grenades: Type: Frag: Flashbang: Flashpack Gas: High Explosive: Smoke: ThermalSmoke: Reference: Cyberware: Name: Essence: Grade: Reference:         Total:       Armor: Name: Value: Worn: Reference: Lined Coat 9 Y SR5 437 Armor Clothing 4 Y SR5 437 Contacts: Type: Connection: Loyalty: Location: Talismonger Eric "Devil" Fernandez 3 3 Chicago Corporate Drone Gaeatronics "Lesley Marivel" 2 3 Tír na nÓg Fencer "Drill" 1 1 Chicago Street Doc "Hack" 1 1 Chicago Gear: NAME RTG. QTY.   NAME RTG. QTY.   NAME RTG. QTY.     Sony Emperor 2 1   Concealable Holster - 1   Fake Lic. Firearms (Browning) 2 1     Fake SIN (Gregory Thron) 1 1   Fake Lic. (Spellcasting) 2 1   Fake License (Concealed Browning) 2 1     Contacts (Smartlink) 1 1   Flashlight - 1   Rapelling Gloves - 1     Biomonitor - 1   Magical Lodge Materials 2 1   Medkit 6 1     Medkit Supplies - 2                                               Lifestyle: NAME RTG. QTY.   NAME RTG. QTY.   NAME RTG. QTY.     Low Lifestyle 1 month     Credstick 1815 nuyen               Priorities chosen: A - Magic B - Skills C - Metatype (Elf) D - Attributes E - Nuyen

[MaximumUnicorn]

Tarot Name: Mary O'Connell Handle: Tarot Metatype: Human Archetype: Occult Investigator Appearance: Tarot is a skinny and pale young thing in her 24th year. She dresses like your typical streetpunk goth; fishnets, heavy boots, a few piercings and a screen tee from some band who hasn’t been alive in fifty years. Her straight jetblack hair comes down to just past her chin and covers the left side of her face. Her one uncovered eye is a piercing jade orb that seems to look right into the soul of anyone stupid enough to look right into it. Personality: Tarot spends most of her free time digging around musty old occult shops or listening to the newest Celtic rock or fae-punk albums fresh off the Matrix. She’s fairly quiet when it comes to interacting with the living, but when she does speak the witch takes a very stoic outlook on things that sometimes comes across as sarcasm. She also loves blueberries and happens to be among that percentage of the population that thinks cilantro tastes like soap.   Background: Mary O’Connell was born in Salem, MA, to a mid-level manager at NeoNET. She was raised in a fairly run of the mill home. Things were fairly normal, running like one of those family sitcoms in a way, until she hit 12. That was when her Awakening happened. It was nothing big, nothing flashy really; just a few days in a row of Mary seeing dead spirits and a trip to the family shrink to prove it wasn’t something in her head. As the teen years rolled on, Mary and her fairly traditional family started to grow apart. Mary dived into the lore of the arcane and magic, something fairly simple to do in a town like Salem. Doing so lead her to hang out with a lot of people her parents didn’t think to highly of, with the final straw being Phoenix. Phoenix checked every box on the “I don’t want you dating our daughter” list: a street punk, too many face piercings, an elf, jobless, a woman. It only took so long for the wedge to be driven in deep enough, and when she was 16 Mary found herself dropping out of school and getting a crappy little apartment in Boston with her elf partner. She was finally able to let her hair down and really study and practice magic. But her parents had taught her to be more responsible than her lover, so after a while little things like drinking away all the rent money became increasingly frustrating. Tarot was born through this, a handle by which she could start picking up odd jobs to help pay the bills. Things like astral-scouting a place before a break-in or countering security wards were easy money, and tax free to boot. Eventually, frustration grew to anger and arguments, and screams of passion were replaced by screams of rage. The biggest fight between the couple was also the last one, as it ended up setting their apartment on fire. Tarot got out fine, but Phoenix was badly hurt, forcing her to move back in with her wealthy and connected parents, whom Tarot didn't even know existed. The family blamed Tarot for everything, even things Phoenix did before the pair met, and worst of all they had the clout to try and make their trumped up charges stick. So, with only a few nuyen in her pocket and some donated clothing, Tarot left Massachusetts for the first time in her young life. She hit Baltimore just in time to celebrate her 18th birthday, the irony of which was not lost on her. The next six years were spent bouncing around the Rust Belt and the Great Lakes region. As a freelance witch, she's been able to make ends meet by selling her services as needed, being careful not to draw too much attention to herself in the process. This however seems to have failed her, given her recent “invitation” to the West Coast.   RP Sample: 3am on a Tuesday, somewhere in Toledo Tarot poked her fork back into the pile of runny scrambled eggs that made up her evening meal. She was sitting in some rundown non-descript diner, just like a thousand thers she had been in. It was supposed to be just a simple pass-off going on, but then the young runner sent to make the pickup had to ask a favor. With another sigh, the young witch picked the amulet off the table with her free hand, running her thumb over the worn silver. It was an elaborate Celtic knot placed in a circle, with faded Gaelic ruins around the outside. The young troll said he had found it in his attic a couple years back, and it certainly looked old enough to be some hereloom that had laid dormant through the Fifth Age. Tech was easy to try and assess the value of, but artifacts were a little trickier. For all Tarot knew, this could be nothing but a waste of her time. The troll contact was sitting on the edge of his seat, waiting to hear her opinion on it. Really, what did she have to loose after all. "It's a protection ward..an old one..." She finally spoke up, her accent thick as she closed her eyes and focused. The auras of the amulet all sung on their own unique frequencies, like different intsurments in a band. "Spiritual ward not a physical one. Won't stop a cah but it might save you from getting a bug in ya head one day." Her assessment complete, she placed the amulet on top of the pilfered datacard she had been hired to get and slid them both across the table. A wide grin on his face, the troll thanked her and set down his menu, her payment stashed inside. As she collected the nuyen, Tarot took another bite of the eggs. It felt good to do a good deed once in a while that she didn't have to ask payment for, and that good feeling almost made these terrible eggs taste good. Almost.

 

Character Sheet

I had some issues with being unable to alter the default starting nuyen, so I just worked to 6000 (default) - 15,000 (your total for Priority E)-9000

[Ericg1s]

Runner Name: Agent 9-Gu.
Metatype: Human (Japanese.)
Magic Level: Mage (spiritual), Magic 4.
Theme: Sorcery and summoning.
Inspiration: The Tengu are not humanoid crows; they are human shamans.
Real Name: Long Moon (Sinless). Fake name: Mr. Dustmote (research assistant.)

Background: He and his mother traveled Japan when he was young. He doesn't remember when he was a baby, or who his father was, but he know there were on the move a lot. His mother didn't explain, but they might have been running or hiding from someone. One night, when he was 14, she never came back from a meeting she had to attend. He continued by himself to the next waypoint, which was one of the lodges of the mystics. The mystics said that his mother had possessed magic as a child, but lost it when her arms were removed and replaced by mechanical ones in an industrial accident. He had power as well, and they trained him to use it. He was not powerful enough magically to join their group, but he was able to learn a few spells.

When his training was finished (6 years later), he left Japan and headed for the Seattle Enclave, hoping to hide from whoever or whatever took his mother. Her name MIGHT have been 'Willow', or that might have been a running handle, or a password. He doesn't clearly remember much from that night, which was the only time he heard anyone call her by a name. The Crow tribe was suspicious, but he managed to convince them that he is marked by their spirit animal, so they let him pass.

Appearance: Thin, with a long nose. Rather distinctive.

Personality: Distant and somewhat mysterious. Tries to make it seem that he knows the true nature of magic, but doesn't actually know everything.
Jobs Preferred: He likes jobs with a lot of time to prepare or research the matter involved. Sudden tasks that drop in his lap are a problem, because he dislikes improvising.
Benefits/Flaws: His main mechanical flaw is that he is easily recognized. His main personality flaw is that he is reluctant to deviate from his plan. His biggest mechanical benefit would be that he is rather resilient and able to continue fighting even when injured. His mystical training has hardened his mind and body against pain.

Combat Style: Can use guns or knives, but mainly fights with magic spells.

Casting Style: He wields fire, acid, or lightning in his hands. He can also heal, turn invisible, or create magic barriers, and he can find other meta-humans hiding in ambush (or tell that someone isn't ACTUALLY metahuman at all because they don't detect as one.) Unlike a full tengu, he lacks the ability to fly/levitate. He CAN astral project and fight in astral form, but seldom does so. Summons spirits occasionally, but only binds spirits for aid in study.

Skills focused on: Parkour and athletic/acrobatic movement. Guns and knives. Motorcycle riding. Arcane knowledge and magic. Has some skill in deception.
Plans for advancement: Will probably take a circle to gain additional dice to resist drain.
Plans for future: He figures that once he overcomes the bad reputation of being easily recognized and gains the trust of the runner community, he will be able to move to being a fixer or Johnson. The shadows ARE your life, chummer, and you can't get away from them.

RP Sample:
Agen 9-Gu takes a moment to consider the situation...The main thing is to keep the hostage calm and safe...
"I think we should buy the boy a cheap second-hand synthesizer keyboard to play with. It will keep him busy and prevent him from trying to escape."
He then moves to a side room to rest...
"I need to sleep for a few hours to regain my magic power. After that, I will take watch."
He flips through the news, watching reports of their exploits recently...
"Someone is certain to recognize me if I go out. Can someone else handle shopping?"
He finds himself unable to sleep, as strange thoughts invade his mind...
'Will we be able to keep the boy safe? Will they be able to track us?'
This is a dangerous assignment. He tries not to let it show, but the emotional strain of hiding in a hostile city is wearing on him, and this is only the first day. He wonders what will be left of himself, mentally and emotionally, by the end of this.

 

Street Name:
Name: Long
Movement: 6/12 (2m/hit)
Swim: 2.5 (1m/hit)
Karma: 6
Street Cred: 0
Notoriety: 0
Public Awareness: 0
Human Male Age YA
Height Tall Weight Thin
Composure: 10
Judge Intentions: 8
Lift/Carry: 4 (30 kg/20 kg)
Memory: 7
Nuyen: 2,165¥

== Priorities ==
Metatype: E,0
Attributes: C,2
Special: B,3
Skills: A,4
Resources: D,1

== Attributes ==
BOD: 2
AGI: 3
REA: 2
STR: 2
CHA: 5
INT: 3
LOG: 2
WIL: 5
EDG: 3
MAG: 4

== Derived Attributes ==
Essence: 6.00
Initiative: 5 +1d6
Rigger Initiative: 5 +1d6
Astral Initiative: 6 +3d6
Matrix AR: 5 +1d6
Matrix Cold: 3 + DP +3d6
Matrix Hot: 3 + DP +4d6
Physical Damage Track: 9
Stun Damage Track: 11

== Limits ==
Physical: 3
Mental: 4
Medkit: +1, Only for First Aid and Medicine
Social: 7
Astral: 7

== Active Skills ==
Arcana Base: 2 Pool: 4
Artificing Base: 2 Pool: 6
Assensing Base: 2 Pool: 5
Astral Combat ([Weapon Focus Type]) Base: 2 Pool: 7 (9)
Automatics Base: 5 Pool: 8
Banishing Base: 4 Pool: 8
Binding Base: 4 Pool: 8
Blades (Knives) Base: 3 Pool: 6 (8)
Computer (Matrix Search) Base: 2 Pool: 4 (6)
Con Base: 3 Pool: 8
Counterspelling Base: 4 Pool: 8
First Aid Base: 2 Pool: 4
Forgery Base: 2 Pool: 4
Gymnastics Base: 5 Pool: 8
Longarms Base: 5 Pool: 8
Palming Base: 2 Pool: 5
Performance (Acting) Base: 2 Pool: 7 (9)
Pilot Ground Craft (Bike) Base: 3 Pool: 5 (7)
Pistols Base: 5 Pool: 8
Running Base: 5 Pool: 7
Spellcasting Base: 5 Pool: 9
Summoning Base: 5 Pool: 9
Swimming Base: 5 Pool: 7

== Knowledge Skills ==
Area Knowledge: Hong-KongBase: 2 Pool: 5
Magic Traditions Base: 4 Pool: 6
Magical Theory (Academic)Base: 4 Pool: 6

== Contacts ==
Bartender; (3, 1)
Fixer; (1, 1)
Johnson; (2, 1)
Talismonger; (1, 3)
Tribesman; (1, 1)

== Qualities ==
Bilingual
Distinctive Style
High Pain Tolerance
Magician
Quick Healer
Will to Live

== Tradition ==
Shamanic, Resist Drain with: WIL + CHA (10)

== Spells ==
Acid Stream DV: F-3
Ball Lightning DV: F-1
Detect [Life Form] (metahuman)DV: F-2
Heal DV: F-4
Ignite DV: F-1
Improved Invisibility DV: F-1
Magic Fingers DV: F-2
Physical Barrier DV: F-1

== Lifestyle ==
Basic (Medium) 3 Months
+ DocWagon Contract, Basic (DocWagon Contract, Basic [416.67¥]) [+416.67¥]

== Armor ==
Armor Jacket 12
Clothing 0
Helmet +2

== Weapons ==
Browning Ultra-Power
+ Laser Sight
Pool: 8 Accuracy: 6 DV: 8P AP: -1 RC: 2
Remington 950
+ Imaging Scope
Pool: 8 Accuracy: 7 DV: 12P AP: -4 RC: 2
Survival Knife
+ Survival Knife Bonuses
+ Survival Knife Wireless Bonuses
Pool: 6 (8) Accuracy: 5 DV: 4P AP: -1 RC: 2
Unarmed Attack
Pool: 2 Accuracy: 3 DV: 2S AP: - RC: 2

== Commlink ==
Erika Elite (ATT: 0, SLZ: 0, DP: 4, FWL: 4)
+ Commlink Functionality [Camera, Micro 1, Chip Player, Credstick Reader, Earbuds 3, GPS Guidance System, Micro Trid-Projector, Music Player, RFID Tag Scanner, Shock- and Water-Resistant Case, Touchscreen Display]

== Gear: Equipped ==
Ammo: Regular Ammo (Heavy Pistols) ×40
Ammo: Regular Ammo (Sniper Rifles) ×10
Certified Credstick, Standard
Encryption
Fake Permits
Fake SIN (Resercher) Rating 4
Helmet Add-Ons
Medkit Rating 1
Medkit Supplies
Satellite Link
Toolbox

== Vehicles ==
Harley-Davidson Scorpion (Chopper)
+ Metahuman Adjustment Rating 1
+ Sensor Array Rating 2

== Description ==
Has a very long nose, which makes him rather distinctive.

== Background ==
Oriental; lost his mother early and was raised by the spirit lodge.
Shamanic Tradition.

== Concept ==
The Tengu are not humanoid crows; they are human shamans wearing crow masks.

== Notes ==
Damper and Flare Compensator are in helmet, both at rating 1.
Rifle is stored back at house and seldom on person.
Permits are rating 4: Magic, Hunting (rifle), and Concealed Carry (pistol

[Alyfox]

Street Name: Eighty-Four (or 8-4)
Real (SIN) Name: Evaleigh Mattison-Ross
Metatype: Elf (Standard)
Archetype: Rigger (Drone-heavy)
Height: 5'7" Weight: 145 lbs
Appearance: Surprisingly plain for an elf, with mid-length dirty blonde hair and grey-blue eyes, 8-4's parentage seems to lean more towards that of her human father than elven mother - ears are not quite as pointed, features not quite as fine. If one could describe a 'half elf' in the Shadowrun universe, 8-4 would certainly be that. Indeed, even her figure would be considered bulky for an elf (although, fit and fairly average for a human).

8-4, who also goes by 'Evaleigh', favors muted colours, perhaps to match her muted personality: greys, blacks, darker hues of blue jeans and long-sleeved shirts primarily. When out on a mission 8-4 prefers lighter form-fit armor, usually covered by an over-sized hoodie to remain non-descript.

Place of Origin: Chicago, UCAS
Date of Birth: February 18, 2043 (Current age: 32)
Parents: Jackson Mattison (Aged 61), April Ross (Presumed Deceased)
Siblings: Peter (deceased), Owen (deceased)

 

Backstory: Evaleigh was born in Chicago just a few years after the bombing of the Sears Tower by Alamos 20k; this devastating terrorist attack left a dark pall over her family, who lost 3 members in the resulting carnage. Things didn't get much better twelve years later when the bug spirit incident happened - Evaleigh's family lived just outside the CZ, by a few blocks. Sadly, tragedy further followed the family, as Evaleigh's mother was killed in the CZ although the exact cause of death has never been discovered.

Just a year after the CZ went up, Evaleigh's father moved the remaining family out of Chicago; first to Denver, where they only stayed for a year and a few weeks before moving on - their stay there had not been intended to be permanent, just a stopping point for Jackson to earn some extra nuyen to pay for the rest of their trip. Eventually, they ended up in Seattle.

Why Seattle? Like the days of the Roman empire, where its said that 'All roads lead to Rome', in some ways all roads lead to Seattle, and for Jackson it was effectively as far from Chicago that they could go without leaving the UCAS entirely. By this point, Evaleigh herself was 14, and entering one of the local high schools, while her brother was preparing to go to one of the technical colleges that can be found in the region. Jackson, meanwhile, took up work with the University as a Professor, teaching Economics.

Jump forward a decade: Evaleigh has been working with a Bright Hawk, a search and rescue organization as a Rigger, her memories of Chicago, of losing family and friends, leading her down this path. Why a Rigger? Unlike her brother, who went on to work for Franklin Associates in the cities Fire Services, she lacked a lot of the physical strength and stamina required for such a job. At 24, she was one of their youngest Riggers, primarily tasked with using eye-in-the-sky flying drones to find lost hikers out in the wilds or possible survivors during mass causality events while those on the ground did the actual physical rescuing.

So, that begs to wonder, why did Evaleigh leave such a promising job? Another tragedy, brought about by what Evaleigh felt was sheer corporate callousness. A major fire on the outskirts of Seattle, a Federated-Boeing warehouse and storage property that was also, unknown to most, a secret R&D facility. Although the corps own emergency services responded, they were insufficient and so Franklin also responded, sending several teams of fire-fighters and other rescue services, including Bright Hawk to aid in finding survivors and dangerous spots.

The fire was very, very slow to be brought under control; apparently the F-B had stored volatile chemicals there, against regulation it should be noted, and wasn't happy to have Franklin or Bright Hawk on the premise in the first place. Indeed, they were making efforts to have them removed, and only the sheer stubbornness of those on the ground kept them there.

Things seemed to be under control when things when pear-shaped, and rapidly. Something buried among wreckage went up, and a chain reaction of explosions occurred. Some speculate that the corporation who owned the facility had been hiding munitions, or an experimental new fuel. Rumors on the street even suggest that pros moved in during the chaos to destroy something. No one is really sure what caused it.. but one of the results was the collapse of a series of catwalks and gantries that trapped one of the Franklin teams - the team led by Evaleigh's brother, of course.

With the team trapped and in danger of burning to death, Evaleigh implored to her on-site team leader for help in freeing them, a request the team leader passed along to the the Franklin team lead in charge of the overall operation. Unfortunately, the F-B management on-site refused to allow them to call in additional support: Doc Wagon and CrashCart in particular were denied entrance to their corporate property. This had the result of the death of the trapped team, and serious injury among at least half a dozen others who attempted an unauthorized rescue. Indeed, this unauthorized rescue was followed up by corp security barring everyone else from the site, which ended up burning to the ground - Evaleigh witnessing it helplessly from above via her flying drones.

Ultimately, Evaleigh left Bright Hawk after several rather public rows with the several of the higher-ups in the organization, including but not limited to her supervisors; this public scathing also ended up falling on Federated-Boeing. Anger simmered barely checked beneath the surface, and therapy seemed to have little effect. Eventually, Bright Hawk was forced to release her from her contract. Unemployed.. and at this point somewhat unemployable due to her public feuds, Evaleigh found that she had to start taking freelance work, sometimes as an investigator, occasionally in an espionage role. The young woman's descent into the shadows was somewhat gradual, only after a few years did she end up more or less fully embracing it, much to her fathers dismay.

Originally, Evaleigh spent time in Seattle, pretty much the center of the Shadows in the North America region, but eventually returned to her home-town of Chicago where she spent two years working with the population there, sometimes legitimately sometimes not. However, after an unfortunate incident involving one of her drones and a low-level exec in the employ of F-B who happened to be leading a small project in the region, she was forced to leave the city of her birth once again.

Ultimately, Evaleigh ended up in the central region of California, first working with a smuggling group than ran between Seattle and Sacramento, then setting up shop and hanging her shingle as a 'Freelance Investigator' in San Francisco proper. Although she's only been in the area for about 6 months, she finds the region, and climate, to her liking, and she hopes to expand her Shadow contacts quickly.

Story behind her Street Handle: A bit convoluted, she was first nicknamed 'Orwell' while working with Bright Hawk, for her preference in using aerial camera drones in their S&R missions - named for George Orwell and his novel 1984, with the concept of 'Big Brother is Watching'. Eventually though, this was changed to 1984, for the novel in question, then later just 'Eighty Four'. Evaleigh further boiled it down to "Eight-Four", in hopes of obfuscating some of her tactics and skills.

 

Personality in Brief: 8-4 tends to be on the quiet side; after alienating many of her friends after the Federated-Boeing debacle, she found herself becoming somewhat introverted and isolated, particularly given her constant anger and frequent nightmares/flashbacks of the incident. Over the past few years, however, she has started to break out of that shell; now that she has settled in California, 8-4 has made an effort to connect with some new friends, primarily in the Shadows where few questions are asked. 8-4 works hard at burying negative emotions, in particular anger, and can sometimes come across as impassive. Despite that, she dislikes being alone and because of this can frequently be found hanging out in public places - even if she isn't directly interacting with other people, 8-4 feels more secure just having others around.

The loss of most of her family greatly saddens the young woman, though she has rather few memories of her mother and what would have been her youngest brother, both of whom perished in Chicago. The death of her brother Owen affects her the most, and her public actions after the incident has caused a bit of a rift with her father, whom she has not spoken with in several years.

Likes/Preferences/Interests and Hobbies in Brief: Late 20th century metal/grunge music (Thanks to her mentor, Hugh 'The Major' Montgomery, an older elf that worked with her at Bright Hawk, who himself grew up in the 80s and 90s), Photography (in particular urban landscapes), Astronomy (only a hobby after a semester of it at UW, links with her interest in photography), domesticated cats (has a flame-point Siamese as a pet), collectible card games (again, thanks to her time at UW), mechanics and mechanical engineering (fairly typical for a Rigger)

Dislikes in Brief: Birds (particularly predatory birds who occasionally attack her drones), software coding (is capable, but doesn't enjoy it and tends to procrastinate), elven culture (she wasn't really part of the elven in-crowd throughout her schooling, and her relative plainness that put off others of her species compounded her bitterness towards their culture), modern music (in particular techno/electronica and elven), Corporations in general (more of a distrust; not unusual among Shadowrunners, but her experiences with F-B and to a lesser extent Bright Hawk are the foundation for this), Fish (food, not the living animal) and poultry (admittedly these are rare, but she dislikes them regardless), insect-based protein (creeps her out!), cold and/or windy weather (not just the climate, but also because of the effects on drones).

Fears in Brief: Wildfires (leads to Flashbacks), insect spirits (probably not an uncommon fear in general), Deep water (greater than around 100 meters)

 

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== Personal Data ==
Name: Evaleigh Mattison-Ross Alias: Eight-Four
Elf, Female
Movement: 8/16 (2m/hit)
Swim: 3.5 (1m/hit)
145 lbs, 5'7" Composure: 6
Street Cred: 0 Judge Intentions: 7
Notoriety: 0 Lift/Carry: 6 (45 kg/30 kg)
Public Awareness: 0 Memory: 6
Karma: 5 Nuyen: 968¥
Age: 32 Skin: Caucasian
Eyes: Grey-Blue Hair: Dirty Blonde
Primary Arm: Right

== Priorities ==
Metatype: D,1
Attributes: C,2
Special: E,0
Skills: B,3
Resources: A,4

== Attributes ==
BOD: 3 CHA: 3
AGI: 4 INT: 4
REA: 4 LOG: 3
STR: 3 WIL: 3
EDG: 1

== Derived Attributes
Essence: 3.76 Initiative: 8 +1d6
Physical Damage Track: 10 Rigger Initiative: 8 +1d6
Stun Damage Track: 10 Astral Initiative:
Physical: 5 Matrix AR: 8 +1d6
Mental: 5 Matrix Cold: 8 +3d6
Attention Coprocessor: +1, Only for Perception
Audio Enhancement: +1, Only for Perception (Hearing)
Medkit: +4, Only for First Aid and Medicine
Orientation System: +2, Only for Navigation
Social: 5 Matrix Hot: 8 +4d6
Mortimer of London: Greatcoat Coat: +1, Must be visible
Astral: 5

== Active Skills ==
Aeronautics Mechanic Base: 5 + Karma: 0 = 5 Pool: 8
Armorer Base: 3 + Karma: 0 = 3 Pool: 6
Automotive Mechanic Base: 5 + Karma: 0 = 5 Pool: 8
Computer Base: 3 + Karma: 0 = 3 Pool: 6
Electronic Warfare Base: 3 + Karma: 0 = 3 Pool: 6
First Aid Base: 3 + Karma: 0 = 3 Pool: 6
Gunnery Base: 4 + Karma: 0 = 4 Pool: 8
Hardware Base: 3 + Karma: 1 = 4 Pool: 7
Industrial Mechanic Base: 5 + Karma: 0 = 5 Pool: 8
Nautical Mechanic Base: 5 + Karma: 0 = 5 Pool: 8
Navigation Base: 3 + Karma: 0 = 3 Pool: 7
Perception Base: 3 + Karma: 1 = 4 Pool: 11
Pilot Aircraft Base: 4 + Karma: 0 = 4 Pool: 8
Pilot Ground Craft Base: 4 + Karma: 0 = 4 Pool: 8
Pistols Base: 3 + Karma: 0 = 3 Pool: 7

== Knowledge Skills ==
English Native
Area Knowledge: Chicago Base: 2 + Karma: 0 = 2 Pool: 6
Area Knowledge: San Francisco Base: 1 + Karma: 0 = 1 Pool: 5
Area Knowledge: Seattle Base: 2 + Karma: 0 = 2 Pool: 6
Drones Base: 1 + Karma: 2 = 3 Pool: 6
Mechanics Base: 2 + Karma: 0 = 2 Pool: 5
Search and Rescue Procedures Base: 3 + Karma: 0 = 3 Pool: 6
Shadow Community Base: 2 + Karma: 0 = 2 Pool: 6
Smuggler Routes Base: 1 + Karma: 0 = 1 Pool: 5

== Qualities ==
Day Job (10 hrs) (Freelance Investigator)
Dealer Connection (Drones)
Driven (Bring down Charles Winchester V of F-B)
Flashbacks I (Wildfires)
Hawk Eye
Low-Light Vision
Perceptive ( 2)
Records on File (Ares Macrotechnology)
SINner (National) (UCAS)
Subtle Pilot (Drone)

== Lifestyle ==
Airstream (Low) 1 Month
+ Limited Building Space
+ Private Room
+ Grid Subscription (Local) [+50¥]
+ Mapping System Subscription, Silver [+150¥]
+ Soy Processing Unit [+20¥]
+

== Cyberware/Bioware ==
Attention Coprocessor
Audio EnhancementRating 1
Biomonitor
Clean Metabolism
Control RigRating 1
+ Datajack
Control Rig Optimization
Damper
Datajack
Orientation System
Sleep Regulator
Smartlink
Sound Link

== Armor ==
Form-Fitting Body Armor 8
+ Concealability
+ Custom Fit
+ Nonconductivity 3
Mortimer of London: Greatcoat Coat 10/+3
+ Concealability
+ Custom Fit (Stack)
+ Fire Resistance 3
+ Insulation 3
+ Nonconductivity 3

== Weapons ==
Grenade: Flash-Bang
Pool: 7 Accuracy: 5 DV: 10S (10m Radius)AP: -4 RC: 2
Grenade: Thermal Smoke
Pool: 3 Accuracy: 5 DV: (10m Radius)AP: - RC: 2
Knife (Survival Kit)
Pool: 3 Accuracy: 5 DV: 4P AP: -1 RC: 2
Minigrenade: High Explosive
Pool: 3 Accuracy: 0 DV: 16P (-2/m)AP: -2 RC: 2
Minigrenade: Thermal Smoke
Pool: 3 Accuracy: 0 DV: (10m Radius)AP: - RC: 2
Savalette Guardian
+ Concealed Quick-Draw Holster
+ Flashlight, Low Light
+ Personalized Grip
+ Silencer
+ Smartgun System, Internal
Pool: 7 Accuracy: 8 DV: 8P AP: -1 RC: 3
Savalette Guardian
+ Concealed Quick-Draw Holster
+ Flashlight, Infrared
+ Personalized Grip
+ Silencer
+ Smartgun System, Internal
Pool: 7 Accuracy: 8 DV: 8P AP: -1 RC: 3
Unarmed Attack
Pool: 3 Accuracy: 5 DV: 3S AP: - RC: 2

== Commlink ==
Hermes Ikon (ATT: 0, SLZ: 0, DP: 5, FWL: 5)
+ Commlink Functionality [Camera, Micro 1, Chip Player, Credstick Reader, Earbuds 3, GPS Guidance System, Micro Trid-Projector, Music Player, RFID Tag Scanner, Shock- and Water-Resistant Case, Touchscreen Display]
+ Subvocal Mic
Maersk Spider (ATT: 0, SLZ: 0, DP: 4, FWL: 5)
+ Commlink Functionality [Camera, Micro 1, Chip Player, Credstick Reader, Earbuds 3, GPS Guidance System, Micro Trid-Projector, Music Player, RFID Tag Scanner, Shock- and Water-Resistant Case, Touchscreen Display]
+ Diagnostics
+ P2.1
+ Browse
+ Edit
+ Encryption
+ Search
+ Signal Scrub
+ Mapsoft (Various UCAS city maps) x10
+ Datasoft (A variety of datasofts) x9
+ Subvocal Mic

== Gear: Equipped ==
Ammo: Frangible Rounds (Heavy Pistols) x100
Ammo: Gel Rounds (Heavy Pistols) x300
Ammo: Gel Rounds (Assault Rifles) x500
Ammo: Regular Ammo (Heavy Pistols) x500
Ammo: Regular Ammo (Assault Rifles)
Ammo: Stick-n-Shock (Heavy Pistols) x100
Backpack (Good)
Climbing Gear
Collapsible Shovel x3
Duffel Bag (Good) x2
Electronic Parts, Five-Pack x15
Fake SIN (McKenzie Roberts) Rating 4
+ Fake License (Driver's License) Rating 4
+ Fake License (Drone License) Rating 4
Flashlight x2
Flashlight, Infrared x2
Flashlight, Low-light x2
Gas Mask x2
Goggles Rating 5 x2
+ Flare Compensation
+ Image Link
+ Thermographic Vision
+ Vision Magnification
Grenade: Flash-Bang x10
Grenade: Thermal Smoke x10
Jammer, Area Rating 4
Jammer, Directional Rating 4
Medkit Rating 4
+ Medkit Supplies x5
Minigrenade: High Explosive x30
Minigrenade: Thermal Smoke x15
Respirator Rating 4 x2
Roll of Duct Tape x10
Slap Patch, Stim Patch Rating 4 x5
Spare Clip (Savalette Guardian) x8
Survival Kit x2
+ Lighter
+ Compass
+ Matches
+ Lightweight Thermal Blanket
+ Several Days' Worth of Ration Bars
+ Water Purification Unit
Tool Belt (Good) x2
Tool Kit (Automotive Mechanic)
Tool Kit (Armorer)
Tool Kit (Aeronautics Mechanic)
Tool Kit (Hardware)
White Noise Generator Rating 5

== Vehicles ==
Aerodesign Systems Condor LDSD-23 (Minidrone)
+ Acceleration (Drone) Rating 1
+ Pilot Program (Drone) Rating 3
+ Speed (Drone) Rating 2
+ Sensor ArrayRating 4
+ CameraRating 4
+ Directional MicrophoneRating 4
+ Laser MicrophoneRating 4
+ Omni-directional MicrophoneRating 4
+ Radio Signal ScannerRating 4
+ Vision Magnification
+ Atmosphere SensorRating 4
Airstream Traveller Preserve
+ Amenities (High)
+ Amenities (Squatter)
+ Anti-Theft System Rating 3
+ ECM Rating 4
+ Enhanced Image Screens
+ Extra Entry/Exit Points
+ GridLink
+ GridLink Override
+ Gun Port
+ Interior Cameras
+ Landing Drone Rack (Medium)
+ Mechanical Arm (Basic)
+ Morphing License Plate
+ Passenger Protection System Rating 3
+ Personal Armor Rating 4
+ Rigger Cocoon
+ Rigger Interface
+ Run-Flat Tires Rating 6
+ Satellite Link
+ Searchlight
+ Smuggling Compartment
+ Spoof Chips
+ Standard Drone Rack (Micro)
+ Standard Drone Rack (Mini)
+ Standard Drone Rack (Mini)
+ Standard Drone Rack (Small)
+ SunCell
+ Workshop
+ Workshop
+ Workshop
+ Sensor ArrayRating 3
+ CameraRating 1
+ Directional MicrophoneRating 3
+ Laser MicrophoneRating 3
+ Geiger CounterRating 3
+ Vision Magnification
Aztechnology Hedgehog (Minidrone) ("Lonestar Mockingbird")
+ Acceleration (Drone) Rating 2
+ Armor (Drone) Rating 3
+ Gecko Grips (Drone)
+ Speed (Drone) Rating 2
+ Sensor ArrayRating 3
+ CameraRating 3
+ Directional MicrophoneRating 3
+ Geiger CounterRating 3
+ Laser MicrophoneRating 3
+ Motion SensorRating 3
+ Vision Magnification
+ Motion SensorRating 3
+ X-RayRating 3
Evo Proletarian (Small)
+ Acceleration (Drone) Rating 2
+ Armor (Drone) Rating 2
+ Drone Arm
+ Gecko Grips (Drone)
+ Pilot Program (Drone) Rating 3
+ Speed (Drone) Rating 3
+ Sensor ArrayRating 2
+ CameraRating 2
+ Geiger CounterRating 2
+ Olfactory ScannerRating 2
+ Skill Autosoft (Automotive Mechanic)
+ Tool Kit (Automotive Mechanic)
Horizon CU^3 Professional (Minidrone)
+ Acceleration (Drone) Rating 2
+ Speed (Drone) Rating 2
+ Clearsight Autosoft
+ Sensor Array
Horizon Flying Eye (Minidrone) ("Alpha Eye")
+ Armor (Drone) Rating 1
+ Sensor ArrayRating 3
+ Atmosphere SensorRating 3
+ CameraRating 3
+ Directional MicrophoneRating 3
+ Geiger CounterRating 3
+ Laser MicrophoneRating 3
+ Laser Range FinderRating 3
+ Omni-directional MicrophoneRating 3
+ Vision Magnification
Horizon Flying Eye (Minidrone) ("Bravo Eye")
+ Armor (Drone) Rating 1
+ Sensor ArrayRating 3
+ CameraRating 3
+ Omni-directional MicrophoneRating 3
+ Vision Magnification
+ MAD ScannerRating 3
+ Olfactory ScannerRating 3
+ Radio Signal ScannerRating 3
+ X-RayRating 3
Horizon-Doble Revolution
+ Anti-Theft System Rating 2
+ ECM Rating 3
+ GridLink
+ GridLink Override
+ Gyro-Stabilization
+ Personal Armor Rating 4
+ Rigger Interface
+ Smart Tire
+ Smuggling Compartment
+ Standard Drone Rack (Medium)
+ Standard Drone Rack (Micro)
+ Standard Drone Rack (Mini)
+ Standard Drone Rack (Small)
+ Sensor ArrayRating 2
MCT-Nissan Roto-drone (Medium)
+ Armor (Drone) Rating 7
+ Large (Drone)
+ Sensor ArrayRating 3
Renraku Gerbil (Minidrone)
+ Acceleration (Drone) Rating 2
+ Armor (Drone) Rating 1
+ Pilot Program (Drone) Rating 2
+ Realistic Features (Drone) Rating 3
+ Speed (Drone) Rating 3
+ Spotlight (Drone)
+ Sensor ArrayRating 2
+ CameraRating 2
+ Laser MicrophoneRating 2
+ Motion SensorRating 2
+ Olfactory ScannerRating 2
+ Omni-directional MicrophoneRating 2
+ Radio Signal ScannerRating 2
+ Vision Magnification

== Contacts ==
Hamilton (Fixer), North American West Coast (Connection: 4, Loyalty: 2)

Harper Deerfoot (Smuggler), Pacific North-West (Connection: 4, Loyalty: 3)

[ShadowcatX]

Character Name: Wohali (woh-HAH-lee) Nishimura
Street Handle: Medicine Man (Med for short)
Metatype: Grade A Human
Archetype: Leader / Mystic Adept (Sioux tradition)

Appearance: 5'10 with a lithe frame and light brown skin (a result from his mixed Cherokee and Japanese ancestry), dark black hair down to the middle of his back. Clothing is viewed as a tool to help achieve results, and as such it changes to fit the needs of a given situation, preference is given to something to keep him alive.

Personality: Dominant. Work hard, play hard. Loves a good bowl of Ramen with a side of frybread. Hopefully subtly humorous.

Background: Born in the NAN to a Japanese father and a Cherokee mother and raised in a traditional (read: stifling) household, he left (amongst much shouting) to find himself and fell in with the mercenary company Combat Inc. He took to the military way of life surprisingly well (given he found the traditions of his parents so hard to endure) and climbed the ranks well enough, earning respect both for his capability in life as well as his magical prowess.

Eventually he found himself down in Amazonia on the wrong side of the conflict with Aztlan. Branded a terrorist by the nation/corp and with a price on his head and with no help coming from Combat Inc. (because no mercenary company wants to make bad blood with anyone as powerful as Aztlan / Aztechnology) he figured he'd strike off on his own and find his own way in the shadows.

Why Paradigm city? He got drunk, blind folded himself and threw a dart at a map. Don't ask how many tries it took, but when he woke up (and felt human again), he figured why not, he needed somewhere that Aztlan wouldn't immediately find him and that he could get a fresh start. He may not have ties there, but he didn't have any baggage there, either. Of course, getting there was another story.

RP Sample:Wohali scowled looking down at the paper and read aloud to himself.

Hello MotherOsiyo Etsi, Hello Fatherこんにちは お父さん,

Two hours and half a ream of real paper, and I have the salutation. I have such a gift for words. With a slight smirk at that thought he attempted to lubricate his words with another sip of the oh so lovely off brand soy beer and spat it out over his masterpiece. The normally fecal tasting beer had gotten warm and went flat. I guess that only goes to show no matter how bad things are, they can always get worse. That thought caused a chuckle and afterward he spoke.

"Yeah, I could be telling them in person. Hey, mom, dad, my comrades are dead, I'm labelled a terrorist by one of the most powerful megas in the world, I'm waiting in a bug infested motel room on a coyote to smuggle me into a city I picked off the map by throwing a dart, while drunk, so I can become a professional criminal and I'm drinking shitty beer. Warm, flat, shitty beer. And it is still better than having to deal with the two of you over dinner. Love, Wohali."

Outside tires screeched, a car door slammed. Wohali's hand darted over to his Enfield while his eyes checked the time on his HUD. 0300 hours. Late for the after bar crowd, early for the coyote. Could be trouble, it does seem to be that kind of morning.

 

I still have to run him through chummer for legality, and may make a couple minor changes before play starts, but this is at the very least, the vast majority of what he will look like.

Human Mystic Adept

A: Magic, B: Attributes, B: Skills, E: Resources, E: Meta

Bod 3
Agi 5 (6)
Rea 3 (5)
Str 2
Wil 6
Log 2
Int 5 (8*)
Cha 2

Init: 14 + 3d6
Edge: 3
Mag: 6

Skills:
Spellcasting 6 (manipulation), Counterspelling 6 (combat), Summoning 6 (guardian), Binding 6 (guardian), Automatics 6 (SMG), Perception 6, Assensing 1 (auras), Arcana 1, pilot ground craft 1, con 1 (fast talking)

Skill Groups:
Acting 2, Athletics 1, Stealth 2,

Knowledge Skills:
Small Unit Tactics 6 (urban), Japanese 1, Cherokee 1, English N, Magical Threats 2, Military Conflicts 1

Adept Powers 6 (30 karma):
Improved Reflexes 2 (2.5), Astral Perception (free), Combat Sense 1 (0.5), Improved ability: automatics 3 (1.5), enhanced accuracy: automatics (0.25), Improved Sense: Low Light Vision (0.25), improved agility 1 (1.0)

Positive Qualities:
Mentor Spirit (5) Oracle, Focused Concentration 5 (20)

Negative Qualities:
Wanted (Aztlan) 10, Code of Honor (Akichita Code) 15

Spells: Ball Lightning, Clout, Clairvoyance, Mind Probe, Heal, Increase Intuition, Trid Phantasm, Levitate, Mob control, Physical Barrier

Contacts:
Coyote (smuggler/coyote) 4/2

Equipment:

Hermes Ikon Comm Link (3,000)
Trodes (70)

Armored Jacket (1,000)
Non-conductivity 6 (1,500)
Fire-Resistant 6 (1,500)

Helmet (100)

Ingram Smartgun X (800)
Acc: 6 (8), 8P, AP — damage, BF/FA, 2 RC, 32 (c)
Personalized Grip (100)

Spare clip x 3 (15)

70x APDS rounds (840)
70x SnS rounds (560)

Fake SIN 1 (2,500) - Ufuk Chong

Dodge Scoot (3,000)

Stim Patch R6 (150)

Trauma Patch (500)

Contacts w/ smart link (2,200)

10 plastic restraints (5)

Flashlight (25)


17750 / 18,000
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Tradition:

Spirits: Beast, Plant, Fire, Air, Guardian

Willpower + Intuition

I believe the only books I used were run faster and street grimoire. Personalized Grip is hard targets, I think actually.

Notes:

*Currently sustaining increase intuition with 3 successes.

1 point of edge has been spent and 1 point of stun damage (drain) has been suffered.