[Characters] Pisst! Who'r you?

[Silk]

The Application Thread is here. And you can Insert your Character Dossiers right below this post!

The beginning of this explains character building better than the book in my opinion. This is also listed at the bottom of the non-dice 'Mechanics Thread'.

[Roekahs]

Cinch Application Street Name: Cinch Real Name: Alicia Tillsley Metatype(Sex): Human (f) Intended Role: Shamanistic type magic (aspected magician) with a fire-bringer mentor spirit and above average combat abilitiesHealer that kicks like a troll Appearance: Lissy is a fairly plain, average size young woman of 22. In the two years since 'that night' she has tried a variety of options to hide the scar running across her face, but none have done a lick of good. Finally she gave up and embraced it, which is much easier to do in the barrens than in the shackles of high society. She wears her dark hair short and no jewelry - except a recent addition of a nose ring (Neene said it might help with the headaches). Her clothes are always plain, usually a white t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up and ragged jeans. She refuses to do any enhancements to her body - tattoos included. Her build is slim, but a few unlucky degenerates mistook that for weakness and learned the hard way that her strength is far greater than her frame would suggest. Backstory:   <crackles>Y<ch> there? <crackles> Yeah. I-<ch> done. <pause> Yes. All of them. What kind of drekhead do you think you hired? <pause> N-no Ma’am. Sorry Ma’am. I forgot. Its done and I want what is owed. <pause> After you verify? What in the dre- Err … what does that mean? <pause> Fine, verify it! Then pay me!<crackles> Lissy sets her commlink down. It is only a voice. No video. No name - for either party. Not even the other side of the conversation. She has spent two years and nearly every last cred just to get this. Not much to go on, but at least it is something. Now the bigger problem arises: they are broke. They are already squatting in the fraggin' barrens and the only jobs she dares to get barely cover that. She collapses back onto what she is currently calling a bed. Her eyes close. At least she has this. Finally. --------------------------- The cigar smoke circles the bright overhead light as a middle aged troll leans over a table, commlink still resting in his palm. Alicia had just gotten her hands on this. Fortunately, Khalan has contacts of his own and the recording was in his hands before it landed in Alicia’s. Khalan sighs. This abated his worst fears: the girls' secret is his, and his alone. A green hand stretches out to thumb a small file sitting on the table. He needs to review the documents. There is no doubt that Alicia will be taking things to a new level, and if he expects to be of any help all the details need to be fresh in his mind. Not that either of them can risk meeting anymore. But just in case. Things had been so promising for the Tillsley’s. That is until the world did what it does. He shakes his head. That is getting too far ahead. Where to start? Maybe the first time he met the girls? Nah, nothing to tell there. They were an ordinary Corp family. Both Elizabeth and Sebastian were rising stars within Ares. Khalan had no idea what they did, but that was not uncommon. Despite their blooming wealth, the girls were fairly grounded. Almost unremarkable, except for their friendly and kind demeanor. That was hard to miss. Khalan smiles as he remembers. Perhaps that is the place to start. If nothing else, it is at least happy. Anyway, what is the next important stop in the timeline? Ah! Alicia’s internship! She had been such a promising young woman. Ares identified her early and made certain to enroll her in early internships within the Corp. Her interests quickly led her to the medical field. And she was good! Nimble but strong fingers, a lazer-like focus, and a physical and mental fortitude that were beyond her years. Her transition to medical school was a foregone conclusion, and she didn’t disappoint. Khalan frowns. He reaches out and grasps the file, flipping to a photograph. This had been when everything changed. He pours over the documents for long, silent minutes. The details in the documents. He needs to stick to those. The girls’ story is a bit different, but they were traumatized. He needs just the facts right now. Four bodies found. The house burned to the ground. Ruling on cause of death was inconclusive due to the poor condition of the remains. The entire Tillsley family had been pronounced dead by way of arson. Khalan leans back. There is nothing new, nor helpful in those documents. He knows more of the story. It had been an assassination. The assassin had killed Elizabeth and Sebastian. No question. Khalan had seen the bodies himself. But Alicia and Mira had survived. Not unscathed. Definitely not unscathed. The assassin had meant to take them all out. Alicia had received a vicious knife wound across her face as well as several stab wounds. Mira had been stabbed multiple times as well. The only account of those events, however, is from Alicia herself. That is around here somewhere. Khalan looks around distractedly, but his mind quickly falls back into the most dreadful experience of his life. He still cannot place what brought him to that street on that night. He had found twenty-year-old Alicia, covered in blood, clinging to her sister in the front yard, crying. He had rushed inside and found the telltale scene. Corporate cleaners were a nasty business. His next actions probably saved the girls’ lives. He had acquired a pair of bodies from a street doc he knew and they had staged them in the house before setting it ablaze. The investigation had been short and direct. Clearly arson, but any evidence had been destroyed. The family was pronounced dead. Khalan knew where the girls were though, and he had always wondered if the assassin knew that the job had not been finished. This new recording that Alicia - no, Khalan corrects himself, not Alicia anymore, ever since that night she has gone by Lissy. Khalan smiles, very likely an homage to her mother, Lizzy. He needs to remember that if he gets to see her again: Lissy. Anyway, the new recording that Lissy has managed to dredge up is a relief. Khalan sighs and takes a long drag on the cigar. Then he reaches for a stained notepad. He doesn’t really need the notes. He has read it enough to remember every word. He exhales and smoke billows up to swirl around the light. But maybe, just maybe, he will see something different this time. He had transcribed Lissy’s account during one of his visits months after the events. Her story hadn’t wavered in all that time. The way she tells it, she had been woken by something and heard muffled screams. She went to investigate and as she was walking toward her parent’s room, a burly shape appeared. An instant later, her eyesight was gone as blood splattered everywhere. Khalan takes a moment to read the words very carefully here. She claims that she felt like the knife was cutting through something before it could strike her and that the wound should have been a kill shot but for that resistance. She felt the same way about the stab wounds to her torso - Neene had said they weren’t very deep, especially compared to Mira’s. Then Lissy had heard the muffled scream from her sister’s room, but she hadn’t been able to move at first. Footsteps had come nearer then faded away. She had finally willed herself to move and had rushed to her sister, dragging both of them out of the house. As she dragged them out, she had felt her sister’s pulse slow and her breathing become labored - bad signs for anyone that knows as much about medicine as Lissy. Then, a feeling - a draining feeling – and Mira’s pulse strengthened and her breathing evened. Khalan pulls the cigar from his lips and stares at the fiery sizzling at the end. Lissy had talked about some Fire… spirit … or was it stealer … or … giver? … Khalan shakes his head. That spiritual crap always hurts his head. Regardless, Lissy still believes there was something else there that night. Who is he to argue? He had never been on that street before that night and hasn’t been since. He helped the girls disappear as best he could, gathering savings from inside the house and sending them off to the street with Neene. The funeral had been ‘expensive’. He had seen to that. Except he had funneled most of the money to credsticks and delivered them to the girls. He gets updates sometimes, but he doesn't know them anymore. He just knows their story. And it keeps him up some nights.   A long road Things have always changed quickly for - or from the view on her more bitter days, against - Lissy. Seattle was no different. Suddenly the crew clicked and the jobs and cash flowed. Suddenly one was gone. Then another. Now, she is suddenly in Chicago. Seattle hadn't ended badly. On the contrary, in fact. It had just ended too quickly. The friendship of more than one of the crew had healed some wounds that Lissy lost negative quality: Insomniadidn't even realize she had. Those friendships had directly led to some reconciliation with Khalan. Even a bit of an apology. The old troll had never done anything but be kind to her and her sister and she had treated him like drek. Reconciling with Khalan had directly led to some fresh leads in Seattle. The hunt was on once again. Oh, and Mira? Lissy had reconciled with her, too. To a degree at least. The bitterness being wrenched out of Lissy's every thought had certainly helped. Then discussions actually became civil more often than not, until they were always civil. That change had changed Mira. The old, dead weight had suddenly turned lively. They moved out of the awful confines of the drekhole they called home, funded by Cinch's exploits, but it didn't take long before lost negative quality: dependentMira became productive and got herself her own place. Lissy had kept her investigations quiet, though. There was no need to dredge up the past. The absence of the all-consuming bitterness had also revealed Cinch's personable side. She had been well-liked and even, to some extent, respected in her former life. Learning to be a friend again had resulted in renewed vigor. It had taken some doing, but she had overcome her crush on Xoch and started spending time with him to learn his craft. Things aren't nearly as easy for her as they were for him, but she CHA and skill increaseslearned a few tricks nonetheless. And then the word had come from one of the leads that the person she was looking for had left Seattle and gone to Detroit. Lissy had said goodbye to everyone left in Seattle, bought a bike, and hit the road. She wasn't in Detroit for long, though, as it seemed that her quarry hadn't stayed long either. She had heard rumors, but finally got a solid lead. Chicago called. RP Sample:   Lissy hurries through the alley. It is always the worst part of the days when Neene throws her a job. The stench of blood and flesh overwhelms her senses. Suddenly her eyes grow large and she keels over at the waist, retching beside a dumpster. Frag. It is going to be one of those days. Wiping her mouth on the back of her hand, Lissy quickly closes the distance to the propped door. Neene had sounded rushed on the comm. No time to dawdle. One foot in the door, Lissy hesitates as three somber faces turn toward her. She squeezes through the door with a very quiet, "Um, hi?", and nearly sprints across the few meters to another door without looking at any of them again. Lissy's throat is burning and her head is swimming. Not a good way to start a surgery. Neene is always so careful that no one sees her. Lissy hurries to the nearest suite and pops her head in. The squat form of Neene is hunched over a still figure. "Neene? I thought you called for me but ..." The young woman stops mid sentence as a blood stained hand pops up from the work, beckoning her over. Neene without a glove? The scene strikes another blow to Lissy’s rapidly deteriorating mental state. "I need to wash up, Neene. Be right b-" "Get over here girl! This is important." A singsong female voice interrupts Lissy. Neene’s tone is not angry, but it is firm. Cautiously, Lissy enters the sterile area. What is happening? First, the fragging welcoming convention at the back door and now breaking protocol? Lissy closes the door behind her and carefully approaches the table. Its an Orc. An ugly tusker and Neene is wrist deep in his chest. "Get in here and help me stop the bleeding, girl." Before Lissy can object, Neene's steel grey eyes lock onto hers, "He’s gonna die girl. Now." Lissy is stunned for just an instant. Then she springs into action. She had already made a preliminary assessment, but … protocol ... The room is silent for several moments as the two women work side by side, more like an extension of each other than individuals. Finally, Neene pauses. "That's it! Hoo-ee! That was close, but I think we got him." Neene breaks her eyes from the wounded Orc and faces Lissy, wiping her brow with a sweaty forearm that does little more than smear the perspiration on both surfaces. "Alright girl, clean up. And thank you." Lissy hurries over to the sink and Neene turns back to the Orc. Lissy feels dirty. Surgery is for sterile environments. There are protocols. You don't just dig in with your bare hands! Besides, Neene had never hosed a chrome job before so why the hell was that Orc dying on her table? Even after scrubbing everything twice, Lissy finishes cleaning her hands before Neene has finished closing the Orc up. Lissy crosses back to the table. "Neene, what is going on? They saw me! You are always so careful to not let anyone see me. ...And I wasn't clean! … and why is he dying?" Neene's hands pause and her head turns to Lissy. Her voice is stern, almost reprimanding, "This is no chrome install, girl. There is no time to get everything perfect. This is life and death." Neene turns back to the job at hand, closing another puncture wound in the flesh and applying a salve. Her more carefree, singsong voice returns, "This, girl, is the Shadows. I brought you here because it is your best chance to survive and, more importantly, work toward your revenge." Neene's voice softens, "You know I love you, girl, but it is risky to keep doing what we are doing. Sure, your help has been nice for me to bring in some extra nuyen, but if I get caught letting you do chrome installs my reputation will be shot. You need a path for making some real nuyen, not the scraps of what I can pay you. This tusker is gonna be out of the game for a bit and his crew needs a fill-in. You game?" Lissy hears it all, but nothing registers right away. Slowly, piece by piece, Neene’s words strike home. The first bit to land is that fact that her friend and, frankly, savior is kicking her to the Shadows. That pain stings for a moment before other bits begin to register. There is a long silence as Neene works and Lissy reconciles. Finally, Neene finishes her work and steps back before sliding around the stunned girl. Neene washes up without a word. It is not until she is standing beside Lissy once more that she speaks again. "I am sorry, girl. The Shadows are a scary place, but you are stronger than I think even you know. You may just be able to save some decent Runners out there." Lissy finally turns to Neene and smiles, her eyes soft and full of understanding. "No, Neene, I am not scared of the Shadows. I just ... just never considered it." Lissy pauses and Neene waits. "I never considered the risk you were taking ... until now. I was so focused. But you’re right. Now?" the smile fades and Lissy's face hardens, "Now I need information and nuyen … and skills. I have some ... hardware ... stashed away, but I don't know what I need for running the Shadows." Neene smiles, "Don't worry girl, these are good chummers. We'll get you straight." Contacts: Khalan Mathis (Loyalty 3, Connection 3) – [See backstory for brief glimpse] High ranking security at Ares Macrotechnology. Khalan is a veteran member of the security team for Ares in Seattle. Of course one does not spend their life guarding one of the major corporations without seeing – and doing – some things. Khalan is viciously scarred from many encounters including one that took the sight from his right eye. He always has his ear to the ground and is quick to address any relevant situation - usually head-on with spittle, profanities, and lead flying. Somehow a professional relationship with Sebastian and Elizabeth turned friendly and the troll became superficially involved in the girls’ lives. Then, he became their guardian angel. The relationship is tense because of the repercussions for Khalan, but he looks out for them when he can. Joeli "Joey" Gibson (Connection 4/Loyalty 1) - Fixer (Female Dwarf, Smuggler - Shadow Services) Joey is a fan of Trid's and Simsense and works out of her Yacht. While cold seaming at first Joey can warm up to you given enough time or the right circumstances. Most of her contacts are in the smuggling racket around the Seattle Metroplex area. Though she does have contacts in the other countries port's that surround Seattle. Elisha Chuffey (Loyalty 1, Connection 4) - Grifter (Male Orc) Cinch has only been in Chicago for a short time, but it doesn't take long to run into the shady people. How exactly the two met is not something that Cinch is particularly forthcoming about... which does not seem to indicate an amicable introduction. However, there is no hint of animosity between them now. In fact, there is a working relationship. Information flows back and forth between the two. Who better to have feeding you juicy rumors than someone who sees all the dark corners of the city? "Bones" (Loyalty 3, Connection 2) - Ganger (Female Human) The ganger life is a pile of drek heaped on an even larger, stinkier pile of drek. Sometimes, those 'friends' turn on leadership. Cinch found Bones on fire in an alley. With quick work and a level head Cinch managed to save her life, and then slowly over weeks put her back together. Turns out the gang turned on Bones for what was actually nothing. She wants revenge and is busy working to get it. Cinch can relate since she is in Chicago for exactly the same reason. The two bonded a bit over shared goals.   Neene Henzen (bought with karmaLoyalty 2, Connection 2) – Street Doc. Neene is a young female dwarf still trying to carve out a Street Doc life for herself. She was a Runner for a little bit - mostly to make connections – and now has retired from that lifestyle after building a small network. Generally a very happy dwarf, Neene is pleasant to be around and does excellent work for all her clients, which has provided consistent network growth. She has a soft spot for Alicia – partly due to her own nature and partly due to her involvement in ‘the night’. She uses the term ‘girl’ interchangeably with ‘omae’ when speaking of Alicia. Everyone knows who ‘girl’ is to Neene.   : I have played all the which I believe was spearheaded by one of the original creators of the tabletopHarebrained Schemes video game versions. Dragonfall was my introduction to Shadowrun and still remains one of the best gaming experiences I have ever had. I have … it’s a lot …*cough* hours in that game, so I am pretty familiar with the flavor (setting/lingo/etc) and a reasonable subset of the mechanics, although I have never tried to write within the setting myself. I do not know the 5E rules in any detail, but I have read through most of the core book.

 

Chummer Output File

 

Priorities:
Metatype: D - Human(3)
Attributes: B - (20) A - (24)
Magic: C - Magician (3; 5 spells) B - Magician (4; 7 spells)
Skills: E - (18) C - (28/2)
Resources: E - 6,000Y

Cinch, aka Alicia "Lissy" Tillsley
Human	Shamanistic healer who that kicks like a troll has learned the way of the shadows
Lifestyle: Low (2000Y/month) - 1 months paid Attributes Body 4 Charisma 5 Edge 3 Agility 5 Intuition 3 Current: 3 Reaction 2 Logic 5 Essence 6 Strength 4 Willpower 4 Magic 6 Physical Limit Mental Limit Social Limit 5 6 7 Quality Other: Contact (4)Karma Mentor Spirit (Fire-bringer) 5 Guts 10 Quick Healing 3 Dependent; Mira(sister) -3 Distinctive Style (scar) -5 High Pain Tolerance 7 Insomnia -10 Unsteady Hands -7 Allergy (Uncommon, mild, pollen) -5	Initiative: 4+1d6 Spells: Health Stabilize Heal Antidote   Manipulation Armor Physical Barrier Levitate Lissy is not happy about having this spell in her repertoire, but her mentor spirit has imbued her with it anyway. The spirit insists that it is a viable means to reduce violenceControl Thoughts Active Skill Attribute Rating Knowledge Category Rating Pistols AGI 3/8 English Language N Artisan INT +2 from Mentor Spirit1/6 Dakota Language 1/3 Cybertechnology LOG 2/7 Aztlanian Spanish Language 1/3 First Aid LOG 2/7 Corporate Security Professional 2/7 Medicine LOG 3/8 Corporate Politics Professional 2/7 Counterspelling MAG 4/10 Biology Academic 3/8 Spellcasting MAG 4/10 Vices Professional 2/7 Astral Combat* WIL 2/6 Medicine Academic 4/9 Negotiation* CHA 6/11       Assensing* INT 5/8       Unarmed Combat* AGI 6/11       Biotechnology* LOG 2/7       Etiquette* INT 2/7       Perception* INT 5/8
Physical Track Stun Track -1 [ ][ ][ ][ ] -1 [ ][ ][ ][ ] -2 [ ][ ][ ] -2 [ ][ ][ ] [ ][ ][DOWN] [ ][ ][DOWN] Overflow [ ][ ][ ][ ][DEAD!]   Other Equipment Armor Rating   Renraku Emperor (comm)   3   Armor Vest 9     Armor Coat 12     Medkit   4   Respirator   4   Suzuki Mirage 6     Nuyen:17,060 Karma: 11	Melee Equipment Accuracy Reach Damage AP Shock Gloves 5 - 8S(e) -5 Defiance EX Shocker 3 - 8S -5 Ranged Equipment Accuracy Damage AP Defiance EX Shocker 4 9S -5 ...Hidden arm-slide ...Extra darts x10 Ruger Super Warhawk 5(6) 9 -2 ... Each bullet has initials etched into the tip - alternating between EMT and SGT, her parents' initials. This speed loader has 1 purpose and one purpose only: the deaths of anyone responsible for what happened to her parents.Speed loader +6 ammo (special) ...+4 ammo ...Laser sight Ares Light Fire 70 (s) 7 6   ...Silencer ...Concealable Holster ...+10 Ammo Browning Ultra-Power ...remains at home with sister...

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Mortar Should be more tusky and less pointy, but you get the idea Street name: Mortar Real name: Duranté Williams Metatype: Orc Intended Role: Metahuman mobile assault unit (Body- and strength- enhancing chrome, lots of armortank with a lots of ranks in Automaticsmachine gun and Control rig with some mediocre pilot and mechanic skillssome gun-drones) Appearance: Mortar is on the short side for an orc. His family is of African-American descent (and have been heavily goblinized). He’s dark-complexioned and wears his hair in dreadlocks. He is build like a brick drekhouse, but generally has a friendly expression on his face. Most people assume he’s recently been hitting the deepweed. Often they’re correct.   Backstory: The Resistance (capital T capital R) has always been in Duranté’s blood. Many members of his family have been in the Orc Underground. A bunch of them got killed for it. That was never quite for Duranté. The methods always seemed a little trite. The goals were good, but they never seemed to go far enough. Duranté was one of those kids who was too busy reading to pay attention to school. He started out reading fantasy, but speculative “hard” sci fi is what really caught his interest. That Utopian techno-paradise stuff, with all the gleep-glop aliens sharing tech and living together. Without much of an education, but with an orc’s natural talents and with his nose in a book, Duranté was able to get himself a job working security for some dandelion-eaters who set up their own loopy Utopia on the edge of the Barrens. We was able to talk some of their talk, but walk the local walk. He was a great fit, and signed on for the long haul. They invested in him, paying for his chrome. They hoped he could serve as outreach to the local community. They taught them their philosophies, of the Next Age, and the great renewal to come in future millennia. He picked up the name Mortar. Sometimes he had to be the big guns, hopefully he’d be the glue to build up a new community. But orcs are impatient. Mortar wasn’t willing to wait centuries, as the elves were. The Underground wasn’t willing to give up their turf to a bunch of knife-ears. Only a few years into his gig, the Orc Underground raided the elfin colony. This put Mortar out of a job. On the plus side, he now had some drones, some Chrome, and a personal mission to seek the New Age. Soon. Five years would be nice. Corps need to fall. The Underground needs to find some enlightenment. The Barrens need to focus-fire a few million rounds of full-auto gyro-stabilized hell downtown. Once the buildings start to fall, surely the gleep-glops will be ready to come down from the heavens and trade some deepweed for a few cosmic hyperdrives, yeah?   Role Play Example: Mortar hops off the dilapidated bus, on the edge of downtown. He checks his commlink for the address, and walks to the place indicated. It’s an old brick walk-up. He enters and walks up. He walks past the offices – a massage parlor, some sort of discount vat-tech vendor, a place called “FRRX Industries” that just screams “it’s none of your business what’s going on behind this door”. Finally, he finds suite 314. He knocks and enters. “Hoi? Glyndwr? Is anyone…” Just then a man comes through a doorway. You’d call him “aging gracefully” except who knows if elves do that. And his wrinkled clothes suggest that any grace was more pronounced three days ago. But it’s the man Mortar was looking for. “HEY! Glyn! Good to see you my man!” They embrace in a way that is awkward for both, but authentic. “So, your new digs, huh? Not as much room as before.” Mortar decides not to pursue that route of conversation anymore. He can’t help but feel guilty, even if none of the Greenies blamed him, directly. To his face. Glyndwr leads him to a makeshift office. They sit at a couch and the elf lights a spliff. "Well Mortar. How are you recovering?" the rumpled elf asks, slouching and toking. He passes the duchie. Mortar grimaces. "Still outta work. I can't last much longer that way. I'm gon have to find something new. Change has gotta come, you know." He takes a hefty drag, holds it, and exhales. "Hopefully I can find something that satisfies my interest, like y'all did." His arm shoots out with hyper-augmented speed, allowing Mortar to ash tastefully in a receptacle, rather than the floor. "But beggars can't be choosers. And I don't intend to be a beggar. If you don't mind my sayin, the problem you all had was being under-stocked on the offensive side. I don't plan on making that mistake again. Gotta respect the Underground on that account. Combine their approach with your mission, and ayyyy, you got something there." He takes another puff (a breach of protocol, suggesting he's more of a beggar than he'd like to admit) before passing it along. "I'll keep a lookout for a safer place, if you guys want to set up shop again in a better location. "Anyways, this is a social call, or what? You read the new Ulee Hyperion joint? Fantastic, fourth in the series, right? It's finally starting to pay off, that setup from book two where they terraformed the Lyyssene satellite. Now think about how long it took THEM to turn over the Federated Hierarch..."   Character Build Money: 3963 Karma: 0 unspent   Original Chummer Build (I plan on keeping the below up-to-date, rather than the Chummer sheet, so it's almost certainly already a bit out-of-date. I just want to verify that my original build was kosher ) Resource A - 450,000 nuyen Attributes C - 16 pts Meta C - ork(0) Skills C - 28/2 Magic E   Stat . . Stat . . Stat . . Stat Body 9 Will 2 Initiative 8+3d6 Astral Initiative - Agility 4 Logic 3 Essence 0.8 Matrix Initiative 6 + 4d6 Reaction 4 (6) Intuition 2 Magic - Edge 2 (0 spent) Strength 5 Charisma 2 Resonance - Composure 4 Judge Intent 4 Memory 5 Lift/Carry 14 Phys. Lim. 9 Ment. Lim. 4 Soc. Lim. 3 Movement 8/16 Street Cred 4 Notoriety 0 Public Awareness 0       Armor rating: 23 Damage resistance pool: 35   Physical track Stun track Notes -1 [ ][ ][ ] -1 [ ][ ][ ] -- -2 [ ][ ][ ] -2 [ ][ ][ ] -- -3 [ ][ ][ ] -3 [ ][ ][DOWN ] -- -4 [ ][ ][ ] -- -5 [ ][ ][ ] -- -6 [DOWN][ ][ ] -- -7 [ ][ ][ ] -- -8 [ ][ ][ ]     -9 [ ][DEAD] --   Active Skills Attribute Rating D. Pool Notes Aeronautics Mechanic LOG 3 6 -- Armorer LOG 1 4 -- Automotive Mechanic LOG 2 5 -- Automatics AGI 6 12 +2 from wireless smartlink Ettiquette CHA 1 3 -- Gunnery AGI 2 6 -- Heavy Weaopns AGI 4 10 +2 from wireless smartlink (grenade launcher) Industrial Mechanic LOG 2 5 -- Nautical Mechanic LOG 2 5 -- Pilot Aircraft REA 4 12 Control rig gives +2 always. Pilot Groundcraft REA 3 11 Control rig gives +2 always. Pistols AGI 3 9 +2 from wireless smartlink Perception INT 4(6) 6(8) +2 from helmet vision enhancement for visual only Unarmed Combat AGI 1 4 --   Active Skills Attribute Rating D. Pool Notes Street: Orcish solidarity movements INT 1 3 -- Interest knowledge: speculative fiction INT 2 4 -- Interest knowledge: apocalyptic movements INT 1 3 -- Politics LOG 2 5 -- Professional knowledge: security tactics LOG 2 5 -- English Language Native       Or'zet Language INT 2 4 --   Positive Qualities Toughness (add +1 to BOD dice pools for damage resistance) (-9 karma) Tough as Nails 3 (For every 5 karma, add one box of phys or stun track. p 150 RF.) (-15 karma) Negative Qualities Close dependent: Sister, Shamiya Williams, 19 year old student, tons of student loans and credit card debt (+9 Karma)     Control rig 2 (add rating to vehicle tests, handling, and speed, p. 453) Synaptic booster 2 (+2 REA) Aluminum Bone Lacing (+2 body, +2 armor) Muscle replacement 1 (+1 STR, +1 AGI) Platelet factories (-1 damage box, whenever I take 2 more more damage) RCC: Maersk Spider (rating 4; data process 4, Firewall 5)   Ranged Weapon ACC Damage AP Mode RC Ammunition Mods Ares Alpha (assault Rifle mode) (p 428) 5(7) 11P -2 SA/BF/FA 2 200 rounds regular, 100 stick n shock internal smartlink, gas vent 2 - - grendade launcher undermount 4(6) 16P -2 SS 2 two flash-bangs, five high explosives internal smartlink Salvette Guardian (p.33 R&G) 5(7) 8P -1 SA/BF 1 40 rounds, regular ammo internal smartlink & micro-gyro standard                 Colt M23 (on drones and truck) 4 9P -2 SA/BF/FA - - one mounted on each drone, one on truck Gyro mount for the Alpha (-6 recoil comp) Rating 3 fake license for both guns Armor Rating Notes Full Body armor 15 Chemical protection 2, Fire resistance 2, nonconductivity 2 Security Armor Helmet +3 Image Link and Vision enhancement 2 Securetech PPP arms kit +1 p 70 R&G Securetech PPP legs kit +1 p 70 R&G Securetech PPP vitals kit +1 p 70 R&G   Vehicle Handling Speed Accel Bod Armor Pilot Sensor Seats Mods Ford Percheron 3+2 3 2+2 15 6 4 3 6 Rigger interface, Colt M23 on gun mount 2 MCT-Nissan Roto-drones 4 +2 4 2+2 4 4 3 3 0 Colt M23 w gas vent 1, targetting 4 autosoft, clearsight 2 autosoft Fly-spy drone 4 +2 3 2+2 1 0 3 3 0 Mauneuvering 2 autosoft, clearsight 2 autosoft   Medium lifestyle with garage, 1 month Aeronautic toolkit Automotive toolkit 2 rating 4 medkit 2 medkit supplies 2 Stimpatches (rank 2) Trauma patch

Other stuff   1) Contacts Glyndwr Guorthigern (loyalty 1 connection 2) – An elf of apparently late-middle age. He is a mid-rank Druid of Mortar’s former employer (formally, The Green Equinox). He remains in Seattle, hopeful that the group can re-locate and re-build after their debacle, losing their North American headquarters, last year. Mya Casey ("Buzzkill") (loyalty 1 connection 2) - Gearhead and back-door supplier of vehicular parts on the south-west side of Chicago. Never a serious shadowrunner, but has provided her services for a few sub-contracts along the way. She accumulated enough money to run her own shop, but had no desire to get big enough to catch the attention of corps, regulators, or the like. She makes workaday money doing repairs, but has connections enough to provide more interesting equipment for a reasonable markup. Well known in the rigging community of the metroplex. Famed for her brutally deadpan sense of humor. Wilis "Willy" Daltree (Connection 3/Loyalty 2) - Fixer (Male Orc, Underground Organizer - Support) Gravel-voiced and old, he came here as a British immigrant and has been a fixer for the past 20 years. He does not have a particularly high powered contact base & does not set up big-time jobs. With no access to the real wiz cutting-edge gear, what he does have is a broad and very loyal contact base. Knowledgable and popular in the Underground he is related to a large number of its inhabitants. He also has cataracts and is partly BLIND.   Trouble follows trouble It had been all going so well, until it hadn't. The crew had gotten a few more runs, started to mesh together. Cash kept flowing. All you'd want. Then KE came knocking, not too long after Xoch had stopped responding to calls. They went looking for him, not a good sign. And that them them to Mortar, a worse sign. They asked some uncomfortable questions. Mortar was forced to make some uncomfortable decisions. Seattle was a rut. It was full of bad habits and bad choices. It was time to make a break. Mortar loaded up his new truck, and pulled up stakes. He'd heard that a few crew members were thinking of Chicago. That was as good a place as any to re-start. Time to be a grown-ass man, rather than some impoverished layabout. He headed out east. He got a place, even his own garage! He made connections, worked some light jobs like a real rigger, not just a lunk who takes hits for money. He bought some real clothes, shopped for real groceries. Didn't buy the cheapest deepweed ("The Shallows"). He grew up! As much as he intended to, at least. Then Whisper came? Awkward. She sold him a story about saving money and being on a team. Frankly, she made him feel awkward enough that he just gave in. She's like an anti-Shamiya. Just as pushy and insistent, but in a disconcerting quiet way that makes you uncomfortable rather than angry. She just sort of was THERE and you had to deal with it.   2) SECRET vote for 3 other applications - Here be secrets! 3) Familiarity with Shadowrun: I've played in a number of Shadowrun 5e games here on RPGX. Some even got to the point of casting a spell or shooting a gun! I've got a good sense of the flavor (I played back in the pink-mohawk 2e days of the mid-1990s, and picked it back up a few years ago). I don't exactly have the lore memorized, nor do I plan on memorizing it, but I've got more than the basics down.

Old scummy sheet   Character Build Money: +305 from chargen, +2750 from first mission, -2000 for autosoft, -200 for Shamiyah, +1450 advance on second mission, -1040 for ammo, +3500 2nd run payout, -2000 for fly spy, -2000 for a pair of fly-spy autosofts, -400 for a pair of roto-drone rifle gas vents, +2423 Medkit sales revenue, -500 for Mackie recon bribe, +14,000 from Forced Recon job.16288 Karma: 15 net on qualities, 6 spent on skills, 4 converted into nuyen. +6 from first mission, -6 to level up Perception, +18 2nd run, -10 to bring Groundcraft from 1 to 3, and -4 to bring Etiquette from 1 to 24 unspent Chummer Output file   Resource B - 275,000 nuyen Attributes D - 14 pts Meta C - ork(0) Skills E - 18/0 Magic E   Stat . . Stat . . Stat . . Stat Body 8 Will 2 Initiative 7+2d6 Astral Initiative - Agility 4(6) Logic 2 Essence 1.3 Matrix Initiative 7+2d6 (AR) Reaction 4(5) Intuition 2 Magic 0 Edge 1 (0 spent) Strength 3(5) Charisma 2 Resonance - Composure 4 Judge Intent 4 Memory 4 Lift/Carry 13 Phys. Lim. 8 Ment. Lim. 3 Soc. Lim. 3 Movement 12/24 Street Cred 0.6 Notoriety 0 Public Awareness 0       Armor rating: 19 (12 jacket +2 helmet, +1 arm prot, +1 leg prot, +1 vitals prot, +2 from bone lacing) Damage resistance: 28 (BOD + armor rating + 1 toughness)   Physical track Stun track Notes -1 [ ][ ][ ] -1 [ ][ ][ ] -- -2 [ ][ ][ ] -2 [ ][ ][ ] -- -3 [ ][ ][ ] -3 [ ][ ][DOWN ] -- -4 [ ][ ][ ]     -5 [ ][ ][DOWN] -- . . [ ][ ][ ] -- . . [ ][ ][ ] -- . . [ ][ ] [DEAD] --   Active Skills Attribute Rating D. Pool Notes Aeronautics Mechanic LOG 2 4 -- Automotive Mechanic LOG 1 3 -- Automatics AGI 6(8) 14 +2 from wireless smartlink Ettiquette CHA 2 3 -- Heavy Weapons AGI 2(4) 10 +2 from wireless smartlink (grenade launcher) Perception INT 3(5) 7 +2 from helmet vision enhancement Pilot Aircraft REA 3 (4) 9 Control rig gives +1 always. Pilot Groundcraft REA 3 (4) 9 Control rig gives +1 always. Pistols AGI 2(4) 10 +2 from wireless smartlink   Active Skills Attribute Rating D. Pool Notes Street: Seattle Underground INT 1 3 -- Interest knowledge: speculative fiction INT 2 4 -- Interest knowledge: apocalyptic movements INT 1 3 -- Professional knowledge: security procedures LOG 2 (--) 4 -- English Language Native       Or'zet Language INT 2 (--) 4 --   Positive Qualities Toughness (add +1 to BOD dice pools for damage resistance) (-9 karma) Tough as Nails 3 (For every 5 karma, add one box of phys or stun track. p 150 RF.) (-15 karma) Negative Qualities Close dependent: Sister, Shamiya Williams, 19 year old student, tons of student loans and credit card debt (+9 Karma)   Total spending: 282,895 nuyen. Priority B gives 275,000, plus 4 spent karma, gives 283,000 to spend. Left with 105 nuyen.   Control rig 1 (add rating to vehicle tests, handling, and speed, p. 453) Aluminum Bone Lacing (+2 body, +2 armor) Muscle replacement 2 (+2 STR, +2 AGI) Smartlink Synaptic booster 1 (+1 REA) RCC: Easy Motors Dronemaster - Has the targeting autosoft for Colt M23, rating 4   Ranged Weapon ACC Damage AP Mode RC Ammunition Mods Ares Alpha (assault Rifle mode) (p 428) 5(7) 11P -2 SA/BF/FA 2 160 rounds regular, 100 rounds stick-n-shock internal smartlink, gas vent 2 - - grendade launcher undermount 4(6) 12P -2 SS 2 three flash-bangs, three high explosives internal smartlink Salvette Guardian (p.33 R&G) 5(7) 8P -1 SA/BF 1 50 rounds, regular ammo internal smartlink & micro-gyro standard                 Colt M23 (on drones) 4 9P -2 SA/BF/FA - 20 regular rounds apiece, 15 rounds stick-n-shock apiece one mounted on each drone; cost accounted there Gyro mount for the Alpha (-6 recoil comp) Armor Rating Notes Armor Jacket 12 Green low-rent corp-sec outfit Helmet +2 motorcycle helmet, Capacity 6 for vision enhancements Securetech PPP arms kit +1 p 70 R&G Securetech PPP legs kit +1 p 70 R&G Securetech PPP vitals kit +1 p 70 R&G Helmet has Flare Compensation, vision enhancement 2, image link Armor as Chemical protection, Fire resistance, and nonconductivity, all at rating 2   Vehicle Handling Speed Accel Bod Armor Pilot Sensor Seats Mods Toyota Gopher 5+1 4+1 2 14 10 1 2 3 Rigger interface, Medkit supplies (see below) 2 MCT-Nissan Roto-drones 4 +1 4+1 2 4 4 3 3 - Rating 1 gas vents (for 6 RC total), Weapon Mount with a Colt M23 + 100 rounds ammo; Have the rating 4 Autosoft of "Colt M23 Targeting" (p 270, with eratta'd price of rating*500) MCT Fly-spy 4+1 3+1 2 1 0 3 3 - Rating 2 clearsight autosoft, rating 2 maneuvering autosoft   Low lifestyle, 1 month = 2000 nuyen Aeronautic toolkit 500 nuyen 2 Stimpatches (rank 4) 200 nuyen Trauma patch 500 nuyen In the truck: 4 rating 6 Medkits, plus 4 medkit refills. Old contact Nina Symmons (loyalty 2 connection 1) - A crusty overweight orc. She owns the local scrapyard. She’s a friend of the family, and has known Duranté since he was a kid (she often calls him “D”). She’s well-connected to both the local gearhead community, as well as the Orc Underground (her scraps can serve as improvised-explosive-whatevers, and she’s willing to donate many things to The Cause).

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Stranger Sin/Street name: Charles "Chuck" Berger/Stranger Metatype: Ork(m) Team Role: Combat DeckerDecker/Decker(Kapow!) Description We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others that in the end we become disguised to ourselves. - Rouchefoucalt Chuck's current tech. Sad. If you didn't see him always plugged in it'd be easy to see Chuck as just another sammie from the Underground. Where he got that arm is anyone's guess and it could just as easily have been designed as hyper-typing accessory as it could a face puncher. He seems to let his size and bulk keep the riffraff out of his biz. Is he a Decker or a poseur? That pointy little skull of his surely couldn't hold a brain capable of a real hack...could it? You never know in the Sixth World. His head is always bouncing along to some music and occasionally smile will play across his massive mouth for no reason, as if he just saw something in the digital world play its way across the meat one. Chuck's matrix persona, Stranger, looks very much like The Son of Man but with a question mark instead of an apple. It is a distinctly human shaped persona and his imagined form had he never goblinized. Backstory   Freedom is what you do with what has been done to you. - Sartre "If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don't feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth." He smirked and flicked the sentence into a trash icon. Holden Caulfield had it right though. The world was full of crummy phonies. Chuck felt much like that kid, wanting to escape the whole rotten thing but knowing obligation was going to suck him right back in. He pulled up his outline for his memoir scanned it for the significant details and started again. It doesn't really matter that I was born human to a couple of orks in the Underground. Or that they were, in effect, evicted from their home by those self-righteous tuskers because their breeder child was one of the Others, the privileged surface oppressors. It doesn't matter that I still have sweat-soaked nightmares about when I did finally and inevitably go though the -yes, that still happens to the unlucky few that the Sixth World decides to curb stomp-change that I can still feel it in my bones when it rains. (And in Seattle, it always rains) It doesn't even matter that by the time that happened, I had already been abandoned to the streets by my "parents" so that they could return to the womb of their manufactured cultural oasis. What really matters, where my life really began, was when I got my first set of trodes. That is when, through the lo-res datum of that secondhand technology, the world was opened up to me. Most people simply keep their comms open to pull information as they need it; it takes too much effort to actually learn anything. But I could not get enough. Do any of you know what books are? Not scematics or manuals. I am speaking of literature. I've tried BTLs, believe me. No matter how real they seem, they still fall flat like cheap trids. My brain doesn't respond to it for some reason, but in books I could escape and the world's repository is out there set to public! Deckers talk of paydata. Very few of us really appreciate that the biggest store of paydata in the world is actually free. A kid on the streets who spends all of his time in the Matrix actually is a valuable fruit that does not even require picking. Most people think of gangs as thugs incapable of of thinking beyond their next thrill or violence or vendetta. But that is ignorance. From the inside, a gang is a microgrid, an independent organism within the societal ecology, complex and each of them unique and varied. They used me. I have no illusions. But they know that even a scrap to a starving dog is enough to keep it coming back for more. So they gave me the crudest sense of belonging and I used my meager skills in any way that I could for them. In that sense I used them too. They paid for my datajack and decks were easy to come by. Oh, to think about the speed of the tech I was using back then. I took it all for granted. I feel like a dinosaur using what I do now. I focused on doing what was the immediate need, hacking rivals' guns and 'ware, probably to my developmental detriment. I would like to say that I am one of those genius Deckers who can slip in a host and get out with any file they choose or go toe-to-toe with black IC for the fun of it. But really, even now, If I am being true to myself, I am no more than a weapon to be pointed in a direction and let loose. At least I can take consolation that I am self-aware enough know that I am not the strongest or fastest or smartest person out on the streets. In that knowledge lies survival. Role Play Example:   I opened myself up to the gentle indifference of the world. - Camus Chuck closed up his programs and slowly came around to the full focus of his environs. The noodle shop wasn't the best in a city full of them, not even middling, but it did have indoor seating and a distinct lack of signal interference, well, and regular noise too.noise. he watched the pedestrians through the oily and dirty glass that most likely hadn't seen a rag since the place opened. To a person, they kept their heads down and minded their own business which, in this neighborhood, probably meant drugs or sex or a cocktail of the two. Except just then, when a man walked by with a boy in his orbit. The kid seemed interested in everything going on including what was happening in the strange shops and storefronts along the road. He caught sight of the ork and stared agog. Chuck lifted his hand and wiggled the alloy fingers at him with the gentle whirring of servos. He didn't even register the boy's reaction as his eyes fell on his own part. It was still strange to look down and see metal where his flesh had been. Six months ago... Time was ticking inexorably forward and no amount of ware was going to save him from cell death. Ten years. Probably less in the line of work he was trying to pursue. A few short years to escape the meat world forever or join the masses headed to the incinerator. He was still spacing out when an electronic bell tinkled signalling a new patron. "I swear, chummer. You might be the happiest, loneliest sonofabitch I know." Jaz flopped her little butt into the chair next to him and absently picked up a dirty menu and flipping it over three times as if it might magically change the printed words. "If you are lonely when you are alone, you are in bad company." Chuck forced his eyes to close to break his stare and looked over at his friend. Friend. That may not mean so much to most, but to Chuck, she was his only one. Jaz rolled her eyes. "That's a quote right?" she basically spat, "Who is it this time, Chuck? Buddhaleer?" "Baudelaire." "Wiz! I got one!" She punched him in his metal shoulder and only barely winced. "No, not-- nevermind. Lay off the streetspeak, lingo, basically how everyone outside of corps and Chuck speakstreet, if you would. You sound like a moron." "Not nice, Chuckles. Especially when I come bearing good news." She got real cold. Jaz could ice you like nobody else. But it was the words that got his full attention. "You got it? A meeting with him??"He couldn't contain the desperation and hope in his voice. Jaz nodded and then leaned back, hooking her arms behind the chair back and pushing out her favorite feature, "So how's about you buy me lunch and I tell you all about it, loverboy?" Other:   Contacts: Jaz Keep your eyes moving, choob Jasmine Flowers "Jaz" (4 Loyalty/2 Connection) is an elf programmer and chip dealer that Chuck relies on to fill in the holes in his skill set. Her work ethic is, shall we say, lackadaisical, but she is whip smart and is plugged in to the new and the next. She is fascinated by the ugly and her taste in art tends to turn stomachs; the grosser or the weirder the better. Chuck is one of those ugly things she just loves to keep around. Her tolerance for his callous nature laudable. Most times she pokes at him to see the ugly come out, but there are times that she just watches him when he is plugged in testing out a new program, almost lovingly. She is Seattle born and raised, but actually got out to travel the world a bit. She got drawn back to the rainy drekhole because while sprawl is sprawl, home is home. She has a lot of easy admirers, but elf-philes and people who are obsessed with her looks get a stare that could freeze lava.   Best armorer for the price So what? My folks liked the name. Fritz Barber (1 Loyalty/2 Connection) is a armorer for the downtrodden. As long as you have the 'yen or a bump of novacoke, he's good for any mechanical work you need done. Cyberware maintenance, guns, armor, you name it. As long as it doesn't have to do with the fleshy stuff. Fritz doesn't like blood...gets pale as a ghost around the stuff. He's got some connections, but he's more of a "bring it to me and I'll fix it" than a "I'll get it for you" guy. He did a tour in the UCAS service, but he never had to kill anyone and that's the way he wants to keep it, so keep your shadowrunning to yerself. Fritz doesn't particularly care for Chuck as the two have very little in common. Chuck saved his bacon once from a shake down so he puts up with him. For pay, of course. Michelle Michelle Rampling (Connection 3/Loyalty 2) - Fixer (Female Elf, International Businesswoman - Personal Favors) Chuck has developed more of a working relationship with Michelle since taking an extended job opportunity with her overseas. Michelle has a large network, though she seems like an unassuming schoolteacher. She has a love of music and shares at least some of Chuck's literary interests including Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Walter Walter Knopf (Connection 1/Loyalty 1) - Parabiologist (Male Human, Science - Legwork) TBD Experience: I played Shadowrun Yet Zug's classic SR art still inspires me, so I used it for Chuckbefore wireless was a thing back in the early nineties. And then later 3rd edition and then 5th (guess it's a prime number thing) through two pbp games here. This is my favorite SR character here. Fairly familiar with everything in SR5 but the crunchy specifics of the magic rules. SR is a hot mess that just keeps on being intriguing despite the poorly organized rulebooks.

Sheet   Chuck's nitty gritty Now, 2075 Stranger 2075

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The Elven Exile Rebel Girl "This is the life I chose, not the one I was handed. I gave up a lot to be here, put up with so much drek. Now hand me that gun and let's go make a fraggin' difference, chummer!" Tamwyn Oto'Alaiet AKA Rinelle Elven Guns, Bombs and a Boisterous PersonalityRabblerouser / Forbidden Arcana pg. 47, Chaos TraditionAspected Apprentice Rinelle carries the average elven build, narrow at the shoulders and waist with wiry limbs, and the average elven haughtiness, her smile always more of a smirk. Her highlighted hair, straightened and braided, rebels against the efforts by curling at the ends in an effort to reclaim its natural state. She has dark skin, smooth and free of blemishes, which clashes heavily with her street wear; Metal and leather battle denim and cotton for space in the wardrobe, mostly baggy pants and sleeveless vests and heavy boots. It is punk, but taken two steps too far and drenched in overdone jewelry and body paint. She often acts before thinking, her hands and mouth too often a step ahead of her brain. She hasn't managed to shake the accent, all upper crust Tir with clipped vowels and flowing consonants, and has taken to overusing runner slang to try and direct attention away from it. In Wealthier Times You ever feel like your life may have been doomed from the start? It's kind of freeing once you get over the crushing doubt and nauseating self-loathing. It started out so easy for me. First born to a real blueblood family in the Tir, all I wanted through my childhood was to make my father happy. Society training, gymnastics, languages...all studied at his command and all easily learned. My first problems popped up in my early teens when he started me on hermetic magical studies. Magic was a point of pride in my family and sure, I got pretty good at masking and disguising but all the books and incantations just didn't click. My parent's disappointment was heavy on my shoulders. They brought in a shamanist tutor, a druidic mentor. They even called in favors to get me instruction in the Path of the Wheel. I took what made sense from each of them but continued to struggle. I started hearing the whispers then. A soft sound that came to me when I was alone or uncomfortable. They stoked the anger in me, sure, but they also clued me in on how to summon spirits. I needed what they offered, I couldn't close them out. It was only spirits of man...my father loved that little quirk...but it was something. I was always good at anything I tried and now I couldn't look my father in the eye as he lavished my younger brother with his attentions. When Aldrist was engaged to the daughter of a powerful family I was outright forbidden from attending the ceremonies. That's when the whispers got really bad. I was better than this, they told me. I deserved better than this. And they were right. I went ballistic at dinner that night, throwing plates and screaming while my mother wept. My father hit me for the first and final time that day. That is why, in the course of a single evening, I torpedoed my entire life. The night of Aldrist's engagement party I followed nova-coke with a 80,000 nuyen bottle of Tir sweet wine. Then I set my father's study on fire and watched his art collections burn. I snuck into the party and seduced my brother's fiancee in the bathroom of the venue. Then I left him a recording of it. Mom, well...she was already living her own personal hell so there wasn't anything I could do to make things worse. Now sure, the whispers told me to do it but frag if I didn't want to and even today I get fluttery when I think about it. They burned me back, of course. I got word of the banishment while on the road to Seattle, and my accounts turned up empty hours later. When I hit the Barrens I had nothing. I ate soy ramen for the first time in my life and I choked it down to quell the rage in my heart. I scrounged and I scraped and I did the drek work that nobody else wanted, all with the whispers still soft in my ear. I studied the hard skills in my off time: how to shoot, how to sneak, how to lead. The things that the shadows made valuable. I found mentors in the gutters, in the bars and alleys, and I took from them what made sense. Now all that work is gonna pay off. I'm gonna get my money, make those connections and one day...oh, chummer...one day I'm gonna kick down the door to my family's estate and take back what's mine. Let me tell you, it's gonna be swag.   RP Sample "Nah, nah, nah!" Rinelle waved a hand dismissively, the smoldering bliss-cigarette dropping ash on the table between her and the orc. Her voice was as soft as she could keep it with a throat-full of bliss smoke. "I paid 80 last week. 120 is way too steep." Glower, appropriately named, held the pouch out between them tauntingly as he leaned over the table. His shoulders tensed, forcing the muscles in his already thick neck to bulge. His eyes narrowed and he and snarled words around his pronounced teeth. "You're already smoking it! You can't back out now." She heard a shuffling by the door, cloth rustling as the man there checked the gun under his shirt. She redirected that hand toward him, palm out and fingers spread as much as she could without dropping the drug. Her mind was already electric, slow pulsing sensations sweeping down her nerves as the drug took hold. "Chill, omae." Her other hand closes into a fist, then pops open with a credstick between the digits. Glower's lips turned downwards as he looked between her face and the credstick. Apprehensive, annoyed, almost angry. "Not a magic fan? Fine. Here's a hundred. Let's call it good." She smiled, and it took extra effort to put the friendliness in it given the tension in the air. Glower studied the credstick for a long moment before dropping the baggie onto the table with a grunt that sounded a lot like 'deal'. "I was hoping you'd say that." Her smile twisted as she released it to its more natural state, a smirk that pulled up on the left corner of her lips. The door shuddered with a sudden blow from the opposite side and the thug standing by it had just enough time to get his hand on his gun before it swung open and slammed him into the wall behind it. He sank to the ground as CJ slid into the room, ducking beneath the low doorjamb as she leveled the shotgun on Glower. "I knew you were selling in my neighborhood, tusker." She snapped the slide back on the gun and Rinelle could hear the trickle from under the orc's seat. Easing out of her own, Rinelle took several steps away from the table before yanking the microphone taped under her shirt and tossing it aside. She shot a glance toward the troll and made a 'gimme' motion with her left hand. Keeping the shotgun in one hand, CJ tossed a credstick to the waiting palm. "You need a moment of silence?" In truth, Rinelle had picked up her understanding of silencing magic for exactly this kind of situation. The troll offered a grin in response and moments after the elf weaved the spell into place the shotgun barked with none outside the room any wiser.   Contacts Ulani: Caribbean by birth, Seattleite by force, Ulani learned the talismonger's trade at her grandmother's knee back in Cuba. A tense political situation demanded she make a quick exit several months back and she set up near the Chicago QZ. Lacking an extensive network of connections in this new neighborhood, she began by offering her skills at a lower cost than most. This immediately made her shop attractive to people without the means to be choosy, and Rinelle certainly fits that bill. Her contacts have improved of late and her early deals are a thing of the past but she remains Rinelle's best source of magical goods. (L2, C2) DoubleTap: If you need it and probably shouldn't have it, DoubleTap is the lady to see. DoubleTap brought her illicit business east from Seattle to Chicago four years ago after a split with her sister CrackerJack. She deals in BTLs, hard drugs and untraceable weapons of a personal variety. There has been a frequent exchange of favors between Rinelle and 2T and this has built a significant bond. So much so that Rinelle only receives a hard look for using the shorthand 2T in the troll's presence, an offense normally punishable by a kneecapping. (L3, C3) Privit Rochet: Rinelle hasn't lost all her connections to the Tir. Privit isn't elven but he's about as connected as a human can get in elven society. He's a greaser of wheels and a moneyman who works primarily out of Portland facilitating non-elven affairs with elven interests. Corporate land purchases, political graft and smuggling most commonly. As she now lives well outside of his territory, their relationship is more of a personal one. He is, in fact, the only person she maintains contact with who knows her as Tamwyn Oto'Alaiet. She still has his number and he gives her the occasional update on her family's political situation in exchange for tips on the runner scene in Seattle. (L3, C3) Scrapper: Shaman of Freeway Park, friend to drones and master of hiding in the trees. (L2, C1) Manny: (Connection 3/Loyalty 2) - Fixer (Male Human, Magic Comunity Supporter - Legwork) Charismatic with an easy smile, a sharp wit & a good conversationalist, he also enjoys jokes, though his humor can be a bit black at times. Though he likes to chat he reviles little about himself. Other than letting on that he knows people in the magic community most come away thinking that Manny is not his real name.   Priorities Metatype: C - Elf(3) Magic: B - Aspected Apprentice Attributes: D - (14) Skills: A - (46/10) Resources: E - 6,000Y Karma Earned: 10 Karma Spent: 10 Tamwyn Oto'Alaiety AKA Rinelle Elf Rabblerousing Aspected Apprentice Lifestyle: Low [+Transit] (2050Y/month) - 1 month paid Attributes Body 2 Charisma 5 Edge 4 Agility 4 Intuition 4 Current: 3 Reaction 2 Logic 2 Essence 6 Strength 2 Willpower 4 Magic 5 Physical Limit Mental Limit Social Limit 3 4 7 Quality Other: Contact (4)Karma Illusionist (Physical) 10 Mentor Spirit (Seducer) 5 Spirit Affinity (Sp of Man) 7 Too Pretty to Hit 3 Creature of Comfort (Medium) -10 Wanted (Yurif Oto'Alaiety) -10 SINner (Tir Tairngire) -5 Initiative: 6+1d6 Spells & Bound Spirits: Illusion Improved Invisibility Euphoria Silence Mass (Sight) Removal Chaotic World Vehicle Mask Spirits Fletcher (4 svcs) Ghastly (4 svcs)         Active Skill Attribute Rating Knowledge Category Rating Summoning* CHA +2 SoM5 Sperethiel Language N Binding* CHA +2 SoM Spirit Affinity5 English Language 4 Banishing* CHA 5 Elven Politics Street 3 Spellcasting* MAG Illusion Spec +24 Street Drugs Interest 3 Counterspelling* MAG 4 Femme Bands Interest 3 Ritual Spellcasting* MAG 4 Small Unit Tactics INT 4 Acting* CHA 5       Impersonation* CHA 5       Con* CHA +2 from Seducer5       Assensing INT 4       Demolitions LOG 4       Leadership CHA +2 Command4       Longarms AGI +2 for Shotguns4       Gymnastics AGI 4       Perception INT 4       Sneaking AGI 4       Throwing Weapons AGI +2 Grenades4       Pilot Ground REA 4       Physical Track Stun Track -1 [ ][ ][ ] -1 [X][X][ ][ ] -2 [ ][ ][ ] -2 [ ][ ][ ] -3 [ ][ ][ ] -3 [ ][ ][ ] Overflow [ ][ ][DEAD!] [] Other Equipment Armor Rating Cost Sony Emperor   2 -700Y Armor Jacket 12   -1000Y ...Fire Res (R2), NonCon (R2), Insul (R2), Conc Pkt, Faraday Pkt     -1590Y Reagents (10 dram)     -200Y Summoning Focus (SoM F1)     -4000Y Glasses (Smartlink, Imagelink, Flare Comp)   3 -2575Y Novacoke (2 doses)     -20Y Deepweed (2 dose)   3 -400Y Fake SIN (Vaylis Aumiril)   1 -2500Y Evo Zip   3 -3500Y   Remaining 465 Explosives DV AP Blast Cost Frag Grenade (2) 18P(f) +5 -1/m -200Y Flashbang (2) 10S -4 10m -200Y Thermal Smoke (2) - - 10m -120Y Ranged Equipment Accuracy Damage AP Cost Cavalier Falchion (Big Dog) 5(7) 12P -1 -1200Y ...Advanced Safety FREE ...Melee Hardening       FREE ...Smartlink       FREE ...Trigger Removal       FREE ...2 Magazines (1 APDS, 1 Flechette)       xxx Shiawase Arms Rain (Good Boi) 4 10P -1 -450Y ...Retractable Stock RC (1)       FREE ...20 APDS Rounds       -240Y ...20 Flechette Rounds       -130Y ...20 Stick-N-Shock Rounds       -160Y ...20 Gel Rounds       -50Y

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Application Street Name/Real Name: Whisper / Ebony Metatype(Sex): Elf (Female) Intended Role: Adapt Infiltrator Apearance: Ebony is rather short for an elf, only standing five foot seven with black hair and green eyes. Her skin has a natural light tan to it and if she spends too much time in the sun, freckles appear across her nose and shoulders. She has an uncanny resemblance to the Trid star Lucy Louie. Ebony Prefers practical comfortable clothing that does not overly restrict her movement. These clothes also tend to be quite modest and bland, helping her blend with the environment. She tries to avoid wearing anything with a logo or memorable pattern. She doesn’t have any tattoos, piercings or wear any jewellery maintaining a bland and boring appearance. Backstory:   Ebony is an 'escaped clone' of Lucy Louie the tri-d star. Escaped is probably the wrong word, more like extracted. A group of Runners were hired to extract the Lucy Louie wimp for a client, the run went bad after they got hold of apparently all the clones in the facility were Lucy Louie'sone of the Lucy Louie's. The entire team was taken out except for the Rigger and Street samurai, who escaped with the clone. Unable to contact 'Mr Johnson' they decided to skip the country and retire to the greater UCAS, taking the clone with them. Unfortunately, some drek decided they wanted to take over the plane. Onboard security dusted them but the plane still had to make an emergency landing in Sea-Tac, Seattle. Some badge also decided to take the opportunity to double-check everyone's travel information. The The alias they were travelling under'Jetson family' decided it was recommendable to not to be scrutinized and escaped into Seattle proper. The clone deciding to keep the name Ebony from their 'Jetson' identity, learning much from her two 'adopted parents' during the flight but proved to have some education likely from some form of VR schooling while in the tube, which could explain why she wasn't a vegetable as was expected from wimps. Settling into Seattle wasn't a quick process especially having already spent most of their cred just getting here. They performed a few home runs to acquire equipment, contacts and a bit of Nuyen to not so much get back into the game but perhaps leave it with some stability. It was during this time that the Rigger orchestrated the removal of a diner owner by anonymously feeding incriminating evidence to Knight Errant. After the owner was dragged away, the Street Samurai simply walked in and took over and has been running the place since. In the years until now Ebony has been doing the occasional NinjaEats, your food will be delivered by a certified ninja or your money back!* *All contractors are required to watch the supplied 'ninja training' trid to receive their 'certificate of ninjahood' failure to do so will result in termination of your contract and recuperation of losses from your persons.odd jobs and even tried waiting tables at the diner, a job she disliked. When not engaged in an odd job, she learned Seattle making friends and enemies along the way. She has taken a particular interest in 'The Underground' and has started to hang out with the Skraacha. In the years after the Griffin job, Whisper did other jobs for the man called Fox and other small runs for "friends" of "friends" it paid the bills. She worked up the courage to hit up Rinelle about learning about magic and elves, both subjects she knew really nothing on despite being both. She wasn't a spell slinger, her magic was passively always on, and most people unless super observant thought she was human, didn't help that she was short by human standards, let alone the taller elves. She made time to visit gyms and improve herself or hang out with the friends she had made. But one by one they disappeared, a lead in Chicago. Too hot to stay. Just gone without a word... She felt alone, perhaps even abandoned... She was sitting in Freeway Park the site of their first job, as had become a dangerous habit. Letting the mix of feelings just flow over her as she stared out into the middle distance. "They are your pack, go find them" It made a crazy amount of sense. She needed them and they might need her. She nodded to the wolf sitting beside her and soon had her meagre things packed and making a hasty, "I'll stay in touch, Love you!" to her family and was off. She doesn't quite remember the trip to Chicago, she stowed away, hitch-hiked and bartered passage, there was even a vague memory of riding on the back of a huge wolf though a dark wood, but there are no woods between Seattle and Chicago? Are there? Once in Chicago, in the hope that they had not changed their contact details, she reached out. Mortar was the one who responded and even had a spare room... Now to find the rest of the pack. Other: Link to Character Sheet (dropbox) Harriet Jones - Journalist - Connection 3 / Loyalty 3 Human Female, Middle Aged, Divorced Type: Leg work Payment: Infomation or Money, in that order. Hobbies/Vice: Ballet / Sticking her nose where it doesn't belong, a bit of a thrill seeker. Harriet Jones is an Independent Journalist after losing her job and spouse due to her zealous commitment to reporting the "true story" and following leads at all costs. These days she operates around the Chicago QZ trying to get the story out about those who still live there. While she has many enemies she has proven herself a capable spy and survivalist. After coming across her in a firefight with some gangers, Whisper helped her out and anyone not trying to kill her must be a friend. Or had no idea who she was, as was Whisper's case. She always has her ear to the ground and keeps herself afloat by trading in information. Soloman Grunge - Lone Star - Connection 5 / Loyalty 1 Troll Male, Middle Aged, Single Type: Personal Favours Payment: Money, Hard Cash in particular Hobbies/Vice: Riddles and whistling out of tune / Pretty ladies Soloman should have been an actor, he's not as dumb as he looks and has a very good memory. That said pretending to be the big dumb troll people expect him to be has served him well over the years. He runs a lucrative side business of letting people in and out of the QZ without any questions for the right price. For a better price, he might let slip some details of Lone Star operations in the area, though not if he thinks you're going to hurt Lone Star personnel. His captain, who he affectionately referrers to being "3 days from retirement for the last 6 years" takes a cut of Soloman's profits, hence why he has been left to do his own thing. While he dreams of one day being a family man, he defenly got the Even by troll standardsugly end of the stick and all too often tries to chat up the wrong type of ladies. Whisper met him through Harriet, who refers to him as Roadblock.   Tod Fladashem AKA Spyder - Rigger/Decker - Human Male Though retired from running in the shadows Tod can't help but keep a foot in the door, though he won't go out on jobs he's happy to repair or build drones to spec and do remote surveillance work as a rent-a-spider. In a way, he's become a self-styled information broker. He is a rather optimistic and flamboyant man with a deep voice, always looking on the bright side regardless of how dire the situation. He sees himself as Ebony's adoptive father, bristling with pride when she calls him dad and often or not calling her 'kid' or 'darling'. He can usually be found around 'Karen's Kitchen' There seems to be a lack of Cybered -up Female Ork Street Samurai art. So here is the best Troll.Melika AKA Baroness - Street Samurai - Female Orc Retired from the shadows Mel has embraced her passion for cooking and hydroponics and now runs 'Karen's Kitchen' after the previous owner was dragged off by Knight Errant. Still armed and dangerous she doubles as the main deterrent to those wishing to cause trouble in her diner, backed up by Tod's drones when necessary. For the right price, she can get you real coffee and make a mean omelette with real eggs. Though she was originally against keeping the clone, she eventually gave in and has come to like Ebony, though refers to her as 'girl'. Somehow she always seems to sound tired and unimpressed. It is not an unusual sight to find Mel and Tod arguing like a married couple. The Skraacha Largely unknown to the group as a whole, Ebony has been spending more time in their territory and on occasion has helped them out for no other reason then "orks are cool". Those few who do know her call her 'Squeaky' "Fox" (Connection 4/Loyalty 1) - Fixer (Male Human, Corporate Affiliated - Swag) His background is unknown, almost as if he was once a Shadowrunner off the grid at one time and he feels that his role is to facilitate the hiring of 'expendable assets' and he thinks that way about those who work for him. Though he may treat his talent like scum, he is known to be fair in his dealings and can get most hard to obtain items as The corporate world respects him as he gets the right people for the right jobs almost all the time. He wears standard grey business suits and looks like a mid-level sararimen with a confident swagger and penchant for cigars. When Fox responds to a situation, he is always in control.   Role Play Example: The van pulled up outside their target, Spyder looked at the time in the corner of his HUD. "Still early, won't be up yet." and gave Ebony the nod. She exited through the hatch in the van's roof and Spyder passed the package up to her. She pulled it up and carefully slid it up into the fire escape before jumping up next to it. Spyder gave her a thumbs up and disappeared into the van. She quietly carried the package up the fire escape counting the floors until she was just below the right one. She mentally sent Spyder a message to deal with the cameras before continuing up to the correct floor and moving to the window next to the fire door. She knew both were alarmed, however, the drone flap beneath the window wasn't. She pushed the package through the small flap before following it herself, a bit of a squeeze but nothing she hadn't done before. There wasn't much to the hallway beyond, she kept near to the walls not leaving footprints in the dust. She approached the door she wanted, she knew the drone flap for this door was alarmed and locked. She signalled Spyder to open the way and waited for the confirm. It came and she slipped through. Making her way through the living area she located the bedroom and put the package down taking out her lockpicks. She got a notice from Spyer to hurry as the lock gave way and the door opened. She gently pushed the door open and stole into the room with the package. There was a form still in the bed, Ebony knew this figure would have an SMG clutched in one of it's chromed fists, so she had to be careful. She carefully approached and removed the items from the bedside table, placing them on the floor underneath. She unpacked the package, placing the items within on the cleared table adding an extra something from her pocket and quickly escaped the room, making sure to lock the door as she left. ~ Mel awoke with a start and reflexively scanned the room with her SMG, still trying to blink sleep out of her natural eye and not yet understanding the data coming through her smart link. Something was amiss, there was a smell... She looked at her bedside table the source of the scent. there was a polystyrene meal container, one of those large paper takeaway cups and a note. 'Happy Mothers day' it read, Her HUD beeped at her with a message 'Wakey Wake eggs and Bakey! ' came from Tod. She sighed 'Damn it Tod' She responded