[Shadowrun] Shadowrun:Welcome To Seattle (4E)

[psuedenim]

Those rules wow. Crunchy like toast and gravel but we have experienced players who are super helpful with the rules, setting, levelling up. Dont be overwhelmed as you read them

[GleefulNihilism]

There’s a saying among Shadowman players.

“Shadowrun is a great game, it’s a shame to actually play it.”

It’s a bit crunchy. Lol

[SilverOcean]

lol Glee and Psue! Try not to scare off ppl :P! To add on those of you interested, I understand the 4e System is a bit scary but I really try to make it as simple as I can! I am not one of those GM's who is a rules are rules style and more than open to changing things up to make it work in pbp.

[SilverOcean]

I am still looking for a candidate to join my group “A” team! Even if you haven’t played Shadowrun before I highly consider you to toss out an application! I am accepting new and veteran applications! If you have any questions please don’t hesitate to ask!

[Salvation]

Back from vacation and since this is still open I figured I would throw in a submission. This is very rough so far, just sort of thought it up tonight. Will work on it more tomorrow.

Pitchman Name/Handle: Bobby Kray "Pitchman" Meta-Type: Ork Archetype: Face Appearance/Personality: Pitchman isn't quite as big as other orks but still cuts an imposing figure with broad shoulders and a musculature that fills a suit well. His features would almost pass off as entirely human, and a handsome one at that, were it not for two small tusks protruding from his bottom lip. His skin is even flesh tone and unblemished for the most part. There are a few scars and bruises from the occasional fistfight. Moving from the corporate world to the shadows wasn't without it's inconveniences. Even still - the strong jawline, high cheekbones and piercing blue eyes help to balance out first impressions. His dark brown hair is well groomed most of the time as is the thin beard lining his jaw into a goatee. He likes to dress the part of the professional still, favoring tailored suits in dark, muted tones such as charcoal gray or deep navy. He is usually very particular about the tailoring, preferring a more casual and loose fit. The collared shirt underneath is crisp but he generally leaves the top button undone and a loose hanging tie in place just in case he needs to make a quick adjustment as befits the meeting. He gives off a sort of "wage slave after hours cutting loose in the bar" vibe but a quick tuck of the shirt, buttoning of the collar, adjustment of the tie and he's back to closing the deal on a high value account in some high-rise conference room. In terms of personality, Pitchman is as the moniker implies. He has a smooth and well practiced tone of voice that lends well to conflict resolution. Both charismatic and eloquent, he likes to find common ground as a baseline in just about every conversation. Despite his polished exterior, there's an undercurrent of defiance in him. He's played on both sides of the ball so to speak and found the rigid structures and unchecked authority of his former life to be repulsive. That life wasn't all a wash and some of the skills he used to survive that world have their uses in any situation. Background: Born to a middle class family in the Bellevue district, Bobby's natural charisma and analytical mind earned him a scholarship to one of Seattle's premier business schools. Recruited right out of university by Ares, he quickly climbed the ranks as a public relations strategist, crafting campaigns that not only quelled public outcry during corporate scandals but also flowed right into highly successful marketing efforts. His ability to read a room and predict public sentiment made him a valuable asset. His ambition, however, went beyond press releases - he aspired to be in the boardroom making decisions that affected the future of the corporation as a whole. He was doing everything he needed to do to get there... rubbing the right elbows, getting the right eyes on him. At some point, his corporate ladder maneuvering put him in a position to access classified files prior to a series of routine strategy meetings. The documents revealed unethical practices that Ares had signed off on which came at the expense of metahumans in the Barrens. The projects had ties to some pretty horrific bioweapons research and Bobby realized he had been spinning lies to protect atrocities far worse than he'd ever imagined against people, for what it was worth, like himself. In that moment he was torn between ambition and morality. He could simply keep going and forget he ever saw the truth. Actually no... he couldn't. There was a way, he thought, to do the right thing and still keep his upward trajectory intact. The internal oversight department did not exist for no reason. He could try to pull a few strings and get an ethics review board in place and then somehow discreetly shift his way into being a chairman. Things did not go as planned. Within days of finding the files, his accounts were frozen and his credentials were revoked. He only escaped severe corporate punishment thanks to a heads up from a sympathetic associate. He managed to escape with a useless corporate ID badge, the suit on his large frame and a small data chip with potentially damning evidence and perhaps his only bargaining play if it ever came to it. He now goes by "Pitch" and has been operating as a fixer and occasional runner in the shadow community. He leverages insider knowledge to broker jobs and provide strategic counsel and specializes in corporate espionage or sabotage, whichever pays more at the time.

Roleplaying The sword was heavy in his hand, the surface of the blade thick with moisture as the storm howled around him. Bobby stood at the edge of a vast chasm, his best suit torn to rags and clinging to him in the soaking downpour. Below him the world was swallowed into shadow and across the gap stood a clown, mocking him with his laughter. The garish makeup was streaked and made it seem like the face was melting. The figure looked to be dancing on the other side but it's unnaturally long limbs twisted and jerked so awkwardly that it could not possibly match any kind of rythm. "Come clooooser, Bobby" it hissed in a wretched voice combining honey and venom. "You can't stay on the edge forever. Just... one... teeny... weeenie... step." He gripped the sword tighter and growled at the taunting clown but it was an impossible choice. How was he supposed to make it across? Somehow it didn't matter as something shifted beneath him. The ground was giving way, crumbling into the abyss and opening it wider to where he stood. As he tries to step backwards he is struck with panic as his feet refuse to move. Stuck in place the ground beneath him simply falls away and he goes with it. As the darkness swallows him he hears the clown's cackling trailing away and the sword slips from his hands. He closes his eyes. When they open again, he's sitting up in his bed. There is no clown, no sword, no falling into darkness. He glances over at the window to observe the dull gray beyond the wet streaks across the glass... looks like the rain is real at least. Bobby groans and slams backward into the pillows, reaching up to rub his head. "What a stupid dream..." he mutters groggily as his hands glide up and down his face. He thoughts race to recall memories from the night before. He had met up with an old colleague at a bar and he probably drank too much, can't even remember how he got home. An empty street food wrapper sits on the nightstand, probably something greasy. No wonder he had nightmares. He finally rolls out of bed and grabs the remote to the wall mounted trid display off that same nightstand, flicks the power on and tosses the remote back onto the bed as he makes his way to the washroom. The display was already tuned to the local news station and the familiar voice of Athena Tatopoulos filled the room, her old school radio voice carries over the din of the storm outside in a slightly ominous way. Broadcast Currently being broadcasted is the avatar of one of the most famous newscasters “Athena Tatopoulos” she resembles an old style microphone with stylish glasses and a 1900s style hair cut. “Hello! Listeners! Today's agenda was supposed to be an interview with the current District attorney for the Brakheaven administration.However he has refused to avail himself to us due to our recent endorsement of A.D.A Danna Oaks. So for now you will have to listen to my lovely voice and let's have a serious chat for a moment my pods." The microphone spins for a moment and on screen now is various news articles, interviews and photos. Bobby barely hears any of it as he is bent over the washroom sink, splashing cold water over his face and running his fingers through his hair. He does step out when he hears the cue of the spinning microphone signaling the visual portion of the newscast. Broadcast One of the photos isn’t from that long ago as it shows Dana oaks holding the lifeless body of a young boy ork. She is surrounded by Cops who make up the city's Security called the Knight Errant. “This is a picture of Ms.oaks holding the lifeless body of a ork boy named “Pip” who was participating in a demonstration at the Seattle corporate court advocating for “Proposition 23”. This proposition would give district status to the Ork Underground and for those who have been living under a rock, the underground are the lowest slums of the slums where the outcasts of our city live." Bobby is standing just outside the washroom door brushing one of his tusks when he sees the picture of the lifeless ork child and he feels something clench into a knot inside him. He takes several steps forward, his morning routine entirely disrupted by what he was seeing on the screen. His toothbrush is held limply at his side, pasty foam still dribbling down to his chin as he listens intently to the report. Broadcast "Ms.Oaks has recently been pushing to give the people a fighting chance, ever since 2011.. that fateful day when the first child was born of what we now call “meta humans (Dwarf,Elfs,Etc) came back into the world. Magic slowly returned..and with it , many beings like dragons,spirits and so forth. Humanity has lost its way, we must learn to live and love our fellow sentient beings. Rise above the hate, discrimination and xenophobia. Each and every one of us..” The power to the trid flicked off, the remote back in Bobby's hands. "Pip..." he repeats the boy's name out loud, committing it to memory as the image of him on the screen would forever be burned into it. The whole thing stirred something inside him, thoughts going back to his old work when he stuck his neck out for those same people and got the boot for it. "Rise above..." he repeats the newscaster's words wistfully while looking at the raging storm outside. His commlink beeping breaks his train of thought and he looks over his shoulder to where he could track the sound. His coat on the rack by the door, of course he left it in the pocket. He retrieves it and opens the screen. Incoming Message To:Shadowrunner From:??? Message:“Hello, Nice to meet you. I have a possible Job” Another long moment is spent staring at a screen as the wheels in Bobby's head turn trying to remember if he made any new contacts recently. Whose radar was he on now? He'd have to find out. He puts the commlink back in the coat pocket and finishes his morning routine. Standing at the window looking out into the storm, the dim reflection of himself in his charcoal suit, hair tussled over one side from a part on the other stares back at him. "All right, Pip..." he looks up to the overcast sky from the window. "Whatever happens next, I'm doing for you. I hope I have even a fraction of your courage."

[SilverOcean]

Looking good so far! Thanks for the application ^_^!

Annoucement

I am going to be extending the application deadline or at least another two weeks! So there is still plenty of time folks! if you are interested please feel free to toss out an application ^_^! To also reiterate no previous experience with either the lore, game mechanics and such is necessary!

[Salvation]

App complete, got caught up in New Year's stuff the past few days. Changed the nick to Pitchman. Vanguard was kind of stupid when I came back to it, something I just made up on the spot. Needed time to think about this guy.

[SilverOcean]

Originally Posted by Salvation

App complete, got caught up in New Year's stuff the past few days. Changed the nick to Pitchman. Vanguard was kind of stupid when I came back to it, something I just made up on the spot. Needed time to think about this guy.

Application looks great!!

@Just another update peeps! I can't emphasize this enough if you haven't ever played! Please don't hesitate to toss something out!! I will be keeping applications open for about another week! So looking to get some one in by Jan 15th!

[Neoz]

Hey is this game still going? I've got a technomancer (or decker, depending on preference) and a "street sam"/Driver (no ware, mundane) I'm more accustomed to 5E rules, but I did play 4E a bit back when it came out. I'll just have to remember to not remember 5e Rules haha. How do you want applications set up?

[Neoz]

Oh, the technomancer also would ideally have a resonance bond, treating Sprites between a mix of Techno-shaman and Datamancers. Basically, a virtual friend, because he had very few.

[Imveros]

Originally Posted by Neoz

Hey is this game still going? I've got a technomancer (or decker, depending on preference) and a "street sam"/Driver (no ware, mundane) I'm more accustomed to 5E rules, but I did play 4E a bit back when it came out. I'll just have to remember to not remember 5e Rules haha. How do you want applications set up?

You're in luck, applications are still open for 4 more days. Plenty of time if you stay focused!

As for the application, it's on the very first post of this thread chain

Feel free to ask questions here or head on over to the shadow community thread

Good luck chummer!

[Neoz]

Awesome! I'll start making a technomancer!

Are you okay with him having a Resonance Bond at chargen? (level/EDG 4).

And, can we opt to use Karmagen in place of BP? Or would you like us to stick to BP? I'll also go ahead and finish the main application and RP stuff, then finish up the actual build.

[Neoz]

Name/Handle: Derrick Rose/Darkstar
Meta-Type: elf
Archetype: Technomancer (techno-shaman)

Appearance: Tall, but fairly lanky. His childhood and teen years did a rough number on his physical body, something that he will likely never really recover from despite having some of the best treatments. Luckily though, most of those scars can be hidden, and hey, they managed to get his hair growing thick again. While not slobbish, Darkstar has a constant disheveled air about him nothing is truly neat, trim or tidy. His dark hair, while brushed at is never fully kempt, his clothing is always wrinkled, or loose, or scratched etc. And boy, does he love purple. His goggles and headphones (which he is always wearing) have tons of purple LED lights, his jacket is black with dark hued purples and even has more LED outlines stitched in. If you know him, he is fairly easy to spot in a crowd.

Personality: While reclusive, Darkstar is not a fan of being alone. However, he finds the company of Sprites and to a lesser extent, Agents, just as good, if not better than the company of people. He is rather wary, cynical and distrusting when it comes to other metahumans. Despite this, he has a natural charisma with people in a way that, even when he says the wrong things, it often comes off as endearing. He much prefers to work from VR, and is known in the circle he works around as the stay at home decker. 9/10 times, risking gear and drones over flesh and blood. He is a fairly logical thinker, a problem solver, and while he tries to be empathetic, usually he seeks to fix things, rather than sit and act as a shoulder to cry on.

Background Background: Born the son of a AA corp CEO, He was on the fast track to the high life. That is, until his techonmancer powers emerged. Now, usually, being a technomancer in a corp is REALLY bad news. However, being the son of the man in charge has its perks. Though, while Derrick managed to avoid the worst tests and experiments, his life was still one of a bird in a small, contained, spiked, barbed and highly secure cage, even if it was one made from gold. For most of his childhood, the only people he ever interacted with were the runs testing or experimenting on him(and most of those were bad, and very painful experiences), and his father, mother, and "uncle ray". Uncle Ray being Raymond, the best friend and right hand man to Derrick's father. Raymond would prove to be one of Derrick's closest friends(not that he really had any others), often times bringing him treats or taking him out on the very few trips he was allowed outside of his room and the lab rooms. Especially on the bad days, where he was cut open and stitched back together. As time went on, Derrick would find himself spending more and more time in the matrix, the one place he still held any real freedom. Even then, he could barely access the matrix as a whole and so often he would often spend his time chasing around a ball of light that seemed to always find him whenever he was alone in VR. He never told anyone about his new friend, worried that they too, would be taken away. And so it went, Until one day, a small rift appeared while he was playing with his matrix friend. His friend dove right into it, widening it just enough and allowing his persona through it. A rift which led him to the single most important discovery in his life. The resonance rift had led him to his favorite place in the world. The Deep Resonance. (not that its necessarily a "place" per say) A place where he found peace, solace, and curiosity. It was here he met 01, and began to finally understand what his friend was. A Free Sprite that he had summoned in one of his darkest and hopeless hours desperately wanting a friend. While he would never forget a single thing from that experience, to this day he has been unable to return there despite his many efforts (first submerging will be a doozy!). Eventually, the AA corp would get too big for their own good, and began working to challenge for a AAA spot, which would be its ruin. A complete hostile takeover by *Insert plot relevant AAA corp here* (Though, Renraku/Evo were ones I originally considered Especially Renraku, as this behavior is right up there alley.) With plans to take Derrick for their own plans alongside everything else. However, the AA corp did manage to pull one thing over on the AAA. A failsafe where Raymond would betray and hand over Derrick, his father all other assets etc. in exchange for more or less running the new "subsidiary" that Renraku has acquired. Going so far as to personally deal with and hand over Derrick's father. It wasn't his fault that the team hired to capture Derrick and his mother and sister flubbed it, or that the vehicle they were in exploded. In the end, Raymond was able to get Derrick out alive, get him a small place to live, and can even check in from time to time. He had gotten his wish, he was free, free to do as he wanted, free to learn the hardships that came with freedom, and free to learn that, as a SINless(less he become hunted by Renraku), few avenues were left to him. Thankfully, Raymond new the shadows, having been a Mr. Johnson on many occasions and helped Derrick, now known as Darkstar, hit the ground running. When he's not spoofing a living, on a run, or at his part time, Darkstar is in VR, hunting down the Deep Resonance realm he stumbled on those many years ago. And with Daeda's(pronounced Data) help (his pacted Sprite) he's getting closer every day. As it stands, Derrick's SIN is listed as deceased, IDK how you want to play it. I currently have the SINNER quality, so that if any bio evidence hits the cops, a lot of eyebrows will be raised. I have a lot more I could write, but I didn't want to make a novel, so I tried to summarize and condense it. Also, I just noticed this is the last mission? I had planned to have him grow into a decent face, but IDK if I'll have the time or karma for that haha. I THINK I've managed to make a good techno/hacker, but we shall see when I post the character sheet.

Roleplaying Role Playing: Darkstar Shakes his head while muttering to himself Oh man, I gotta stop watching those old Trids. he sighs and leans back against the wall nursing a small headache from lack of sleep and hydration. Another night another step closer. Wish I didn't have to come back to the Meat as often as I do.. He thinks to himself before glancing out the window, praying that it doesn't start leaking again before deftly dragging an AR display of the Trid over into his sight. He sighs again before losing interest. Don't care, Don't care, Don't care. Note to self, Spoof a better entertainment suite tomorrow. But... It would be nice to not be hated for just existing. Hope she gets some tract. Though, I do wonder, if all her acceptance and love extends to those like me. Or if, like most, she would fear us, and turn on us... heh, sometimes I wish I could hack peoples brains. he thinks to himself before flipping the display off and considering whether he should dive into the Trix, or catch up on some much needed sleep. Only to be startled by the message sent to his comm, his personal comm. Darkstar hesitates for a second. Few people had his actual number, and he liked it that way. He goes to reply, but then decides against it. With a flick he summons up Byte his Data Sprite, A shifting ball of code streams that continuously form and reform into various animal shapes, pops up in his AR display. He gives it the comm code to the commlink that just contacted him. "Do me a favor eh Byte? He says, giving the Sprites avatar a scratch. I want you to find out everything you can about the device linked to this number, and the owner of the device." He checks the current time and sighs. "You've got two hours" Byte gives a small chirp before seeming to implode upon himself, vanishing from sight. With that done, Darkstar stars at the message for a long, long time before deciding that yeah, he can wait a couple hours before slipping into VR until Byte gets back with the Info. He was going to take the job, but he didn't want to respond without any info he could get.

[Neoz]

Do we need to submit character sheets?

[SilverOcean]

Originally Posted by Neoz

Do we need to submit character sheets?

Hello not yet!

Applications are now closed!

I know we didn't many but I will be looking to announce some one later tomorrow!