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>Here's the frequenters of our little 'board. Just a little info they decided
was ok for others to see.
>Ingo (10:39:27 / 02-11-61)
>NAME UNKNOWN - Alias(es): Apocalypse
>Race:
Eastern Dragon
>Sex: Male
>Known Occupations/Abilities:
Dragon
>Background
(Autobiographical):
(OOC) I'm Apocalypse--A
Great Japanese Dragon for the Great Dragon Council and the local dragon on the
board. I'm from Japan. I stay busy alot in my real life and don't get to post as
often as I like. I'm usuallly pretty nice till somebody angers me. If it was you
then trust me that I will find you somehow. After all I am a dragon with a lot
of resources open to me that you can only dream about using or having. Also if
you have any questions on Dragons then just ask. I'm filling the place of
Dunkelzahn(hope I spelled that right) since he was assassinated. Well I try to
post and most everybody knows me so feel free to ask somebody to find me if you
have a question. Anyway welcome to the
board.
Apocalypse-the friendly neighborhood
spiderman (errr I mean Dragon)
P.S. I do have a
dragon-size jacket that was tailor-made for those of you that was here during
that time.
P.S.S. Also in real life English is
my second language and I live in Japan--So if I get angry or misunderstand
something then I apologize now. Everybody knows how I get sometimes and take
care of this old dragon.
>Captain Aric North - Alias(es): None
>Race:
Human
>Sex: Male
>Known Occupations/Abilities: Former squad
commander, vampire hunter
>Background
(Autobiographical):
Captain Aric North. Born in
Seattle Washington born in 2020 I was picked by a budding corp and taken into
custody by them after my parents dumped me. I was raised as a soldier and
trained from my youth. By the time I was 17 I was the Captain of my own squad, 2
heavy gunner trolls, 1 elf Mage, 1 dwarf rigger, and a human decker. We where
used as a minor security force and the Corps personal shadowrunners. We had 13
successful runs and no loses on any one of them.
About 3 years after I made Captain something
happened in the Corp and it was disbanded and disolved. Me and my team went Pro
in the shadows, the work was harder, the missions where tougher, and the bullet
holes where bigger. But we didn't lose anybody. After our last run, number 19
for the Aztech corp we where out to do our normal hey we are still alive
celebration. About half way to our bar we where attacked by a vampire, he took
out almost all of my team by himself before I blew off his head with a Browning
Max- Power. Only one person on my team besides me was alive, the human decker,
also my fiance. We where carted off to the hospital and they lost her on the way
there. Me, I survived, but they had to replace one of my arms and one of my legs
with cyberware parts. About 3 weeks after I was out of physical Rehab I was back
in the shadows. I began training as an outlaw Vampire hunter. I used the money
me and my team had saved up mainly on getting them a proper burial. The rest I
spent on weaponary and to learn what I could about vampires. My first hunt
didn't turn out to well, I was hospitalized again, but the vampire was a pile of
ash.
About three days into my hospitalization
I was out again, and this time comissioned by the city to clean out a major
vampire haven. They said by any means nessicary, so i did by any means
nessicary. I rigged the warehouse with about 6 oil drums of home made high
explosive C-4, 90 galons of home made napalm, got a safe distance away, and hit
the clacker. Got knocked on my ass, a piece of shrapnel through my leg, about a
month in the hospital, and a ton of vampires turned to small scattered piles of
dust. The city payed me, and even gave me a little extra thanks, I had blown up
an area they where planning on demolishing and i had saved them a bundle on
wrecking crews.
After that my luck finally
started to get better, I used less amounts of C-4 and napalm and spent less time
in the hospital, but they still reserve a special bed just for me. I became a
better hunter to the point where I could walk into a vampire haven and take down
all that got in my way with a mix of silver bullets and Dragons breath rounds
from my Max-Powers, and if i really needed it i used one of my teams LMGs, i
couldnt handle it as well as my old troll Running mate, but i handled it well
enough to make him proud.
After about 3 years
of Hunting i met my fall at the hands, or fangs, of a small lost and confused
girl, a vampire had changed her to a vampire and i was trying to help her the
only way i knew, Better dead then undead was what i used to say. Thinking her
down i got in close, she jumped up and bite me and drained alot from me, then
pushed me away crying about what she had done, then she came over quietly
mumbling "im sorry, im sorry, im sorry" repeatedly. when she came in for the
bite i fought back the only way i could, i bit her back on the neck, this
scarred the hell out of her, and probally gave her a relapse of what had
happened, she bolted like a bunny and i was left for
dead.
When I awoke i was back in my normal
hospital bed like normal. Only differance was i didnt spend the normal month in
bed, it was about a week or so. When I left i went home and rested up, i found
no matter how much i eat or drank i was always hungry, the sun hurt my eyes and
i tanned faster and burned easier, and it was harder to stay awake during the
days. Soon i was out hunting again. It happened when fighting a major vampire,
he could have been mistaken for a troll he was so big, only differance is trolls
look a hell of a lot better then he did. Now im not a small guy, im about 5'9 or
so, he was about 6'8 or so. he had the advantage. Now i was always strong, i
used to arm wrestle my team mates and only people that beat me or got a tie was
my troll mates, and those matches would last forever. and thats with both
trying.
I had locked up with the vampire in
hand to hand, usally a big mistake, a vamp can rip you apart in hand to hand.
Instead i got pissed, my first taste of blood lust, i plucked the vamps arm out
of its socket and stuck my silver bowie in his chest and pushed up till he
split, in two. After i recovered from the blood lust i stayed at home avoiding
almost all contact with anybody. Soon after my cyber arm and leg where ejected
from my body, and replaced with a nice new real arm and leg. I spent a week
researching what was going on, soon it came to me, i had turned into a vampire,
the ultimate irony.
For a while i was fairly
suicidal, but never tried to commit it, thats the cowards way out. Then i just
got pissed, i strapped down all the weapons i could and found the largest vamp
gathering and went in guns blazing. ((OOC: i get very very very very!!! good
rolls some times, though other times i get all 1s and that usally sucks..)) When
all was said and done 9/10ths of the vampires that had been there where turned
to dust by LMG fire, bursts from a panther assault cannon, blasted with silver
and dragons breath rounds from my max-pows, or cut to ribbons by just me and my
bowie.
After a few more like that (god i really
spend alot of cash on ammo... lots of lone star attention) i started to look for
a cure for my vampirism. Thats when i met Apoc, he was trying to get a Locus
away from THALON and.. bugger, cant really remember her name, well, i remember
one of her personalitys names, Black Jade wasnt it? either way, he offered to
change me back to a human in exchange for getting the Locus while nobody was
looking. As much as i wanted to be human again, i couldnt do it. And i didnt do
it. After a bit when we got all better and not at each others throats i was
enlisted to help fight the horrors, some weird inter-dimensional,
extra-dimensional.. some really weird Drek. I was helping an orc girl who was
trying to find out what some vamps had done to some small ork and troll kids
they had kidnapped. and after we duked it out a bit, i slammed her against a
wall as hard as i can at full strength 10 times, and she dislocated my jaw with
one punch, we started to work together.. from there on most of the stuff is
fuzzy.. but hey, im still alive... well, umm... hell, you know what i mean, and
the world aint over run by horrors.
Well thats
most of my (un)life story. Things have mellowed down and im keeping the vamp
population of seattle to acceptable levels, no matter what anybody thinks, im
not completely genocidal, i just dont like really nasty vamps that bite kids,
take down innocent people, or other such nasty crap. Personally, i raid the
blood bank every other week.. which reminds me.. and i also take down the
occasional Up start ganger group, the little punks that arent really a gang but
more of a group of punk ass losers with no reason for what they
do.
Heh, and most of you wonder why im crazy,
lost my team who was my family, lost everybody who was ever close to me, and
became a vampire a very great irony. Still wonder why im
crazy?
With retirement comes the releif of a
great stress, but dont think im gonna lose my edge, im gonna keep hunting now
and then, to make sure the vamp population stays down. And im gonna keep hunting
upstart gangers, so you think this old Dog of war is gonna fade away think
again!!!
>Damien Bach - Alias(es): Daemon
>Race:
Unknown
>Sex: Male
>Known Occupations/Abilities:
Marksman/Quickdraw
>Background:
Brief undisclosed
association with Ares.
Retired and now
contracting.
Apparently Damien (Daemon) was
hired by Ares at a Marksmanship contest, for reasons unknown he disappeared for
the next 6 years. He resurfaced in June 2055, and as far as we know is now
working for the highest bidder.
>Known Cybernetics and
augmentations:
A Cybernetic shooting arm was
added after he was in a car wreck. the arm carries more electronics then most
airplanes and is suprisingly fast. Usually wearing cosmetic sunglasses, it was
recently discovered that Daemon has cybernetic eyes. Unknown augmentation on the
eyes. No other visible
augmentations.
>Trademark(s):
Daemon
apears only to use semi and single shot weapons. He has never been seen using
fully automatic weapons.
>NAME UNKNOWN - Alias(es): Darius
>Race:
Elf
>Sex: Male
>Known Occupations/Abilities:
Assassin
>Background
(Autobiographical):
I'm Darius,an elven
assassin. I am 6 foot 2 inches and weigh 180 lb's.I adopt the dark hair dark
eyes look and like to wear decent clothing. I was named after the pesian leader
Darius by my father who was a history buff. I was born in Edinburgh scotland and
after I left school I joined up with MI 6 the british inteligance force as a
"Cleaner". I trained as a chemical and biological weapons expert and nocked up
27 succesful missions before they tried to kill me for showing a little
compassion (I'm ruthless but I wont kill children.) I moved to seattle and am
now a freelance assassin and a=have been for three years (You probably know my
work, if its got anything to do with programable viruses, cyanide or any painful
poisoning it's probably to do with me.)
As an
elf I find it hard to make friends and so my mates are the most important thing
to me. My best friend is a human mage called Nexus he's being a bit of an
asshole of late. Since my last girl friend was changed I have a personal
vendetta against the Ares corp and any vampire that can't convince me otherwise.
And to think this all happened to me and i'm only 23 years old.
>NAME UNKNOWN - Alias(es): Dis Pater
>Race:
Unknown
>Sex: Male
>Known Occupations/Abilities: Hermetic
Magician
>Background (Autobiographical):
My name is Dis Pater, it's
latin for "death father" and is one of the seven names for Hades in old Greek
mythology (OOC: ancient history and mythology are hobbies of mine)I'm originally
from St Louis. I'm a vampire hermetic mage of decent power (Rain is more
powerful than me, but has less friends...hehehe) and my hobbies are drinking the
blood of innocent people and have a good time as well as futhering the vampire
people as a race, instead of a disease. I also like strolling in the park and
patting cute bunnies......yeah right!
I'm 6
foot tall, about 130 pounds and sneer alot..... I kind of look like a cross
between Armand out of "Interview with a Vampire" and your average Goth. I like
to use knives (preferably di-coat throwing knives) and cast lots of spells that
make things melt and burn, as well as scaring the drek out of passers-by. I also
like to make the lives of Lone Star people a living hell, and talking to live
talk shows.
>Name: M. Houmann - Alias(es): FlipSide, The Silent
Twin
>Race: Homo Sapiens Sapiens (Human)
>Sex:
Male
>Appearance: 6'1''; short, dark hair; green eyes (natural), often
sports a blue/white 'Seattle Seahawks' cap
>Known Occupations/Abilities:
Former LoneStar, freelance security consultant/private investigator (own firm -
"Silent Noise Security")
>Background
(Autobiographical):
I was born in Washington
D.C. shortly before the signing of the Treaty of Denver in 2018, but like most
of the Anglos, my family relocated to Seattle during the Exodus and was employed
by LoneStar (Dad as a regular cop and mom as a secretary). Dad got killed in the
riots of 2022 and mom eventually suffered from a nervous breakdown and was
institutionalized indefinately.
I went to live
with my aunt and her family, which became my new family during my stay. In 2038,
mom committed suicide at the asylum and I moved out from my aunt's house and
joined LoneStar as a sign of respect for my dad and started investigating his
death in the riots. The first few years were hell; The Night of Rage and the
ensuing chaos resulted in a drug problem, which in the long run affected my
career in law enforcement.
After 11 years on
the force and having seen most of what the darkside of Seattle had to offer, it
all just became too much to bear. The drug problem - for which I had undergone
treatment several times - never really went away and after discovering the truth
about my father's death (he had been killed by two other cops after they found
out that he was 'on the take', making it look like a random casualty in the
riots...), the cup finally overflowed. After a series of less-than-legal
financial activities on my part, the force 'retired' me without a pension at an
age of 32. The matter was buried and so was my father's death - that was the
deal and I accepted.
For a few years I did
nothing but maintain an increasing drug habit, but one day I woke up in a
hospital after I OD'ed. My aunt was there with her.. well... my family and after
that, I realized that I had no life at all. With their help I started my own
security consultant firm/detective agency and have been doing that ever since. I
did some work at Knight Errant for a few weeks and since then business has been
booming.
I try to stay out of the Shadows, but
somehow I always end up there anyway and I'm starting not to worry about that
anymore. The money is good and it's a change from the daily hum-drum at the
office. And since I like being up to date on the topic of current events in
security and everything that entails, I have become a valuable source of
information to many runners. At least, that what they tell
me...
That's it and that's that. As I like to
say: "To serve and protect.. and profit".. these days it's more the latter that
interests me..
>NAME UNKNOWN - Alias(es): Hock
>Race:
Human
>Sex: Male
>Known Occupations/Abilities: None
Known
>Biography
(Autobiographical):
Nothing I'm willing to talk
about specifically, though I will say that I've been on a bomb squad somewhere,
know the right end of a rifle, how to give CPR and administer an anti-toxin, and
have a knack for electronics. Oh, and don't go anywhere near the Arcology. It is
NOT pleasant in there.
I'm about 5'4" and 160
lbs. Hair and eye colour vary from job to job, generally brown if I'm not
working on or hiding from something. I carry a distinctive gun when not working
as well; a Morrisey Elite with silver chasing, and a hawk's head on the barrel
which, apparently, has wings if you're looking down the barrel in thermographic
when it's fired (my armourer doesn't know how I spell my name, or where it comes
from). I also wear a distinctive suit for meets; a Vashon Auctioneer suit, black
and outlined in silver. Other than that I really don't have any identifying
marks, and I take pains to keep it that
way.
For anyone looking to hire me or get in
touch, I work out of Seattle, through a fixer named Jill. If that's not enough
to find me, then you don't need my skills. Oh, and please don't look for any
more information, I made quite sure that the person I was no longer existed
before entering the Shadows.
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>
>Name:
Unknown
>Birthdate: [SYSTEM ERROR 1.5 Mp deleted by SysOp]
>Aliases:
Ingo; Ingo Monk
>Height: 5'11"
>Weight: 180 lbs.
>Hair Color:
Dark Brown
>Eye Color: Light Brown
>Notes About Appearance: Long
hair, tied back; goatee (sp?); always wears fine brand black clothing (you
know...Armani and
stuff)
>Background:
Born and raised
in Seattle's Bellevue district, his parents worked for [SYSTEM ERROR 2.5 Mp
deleted by SysOp]. His father was head engineer in the company's R-&-D
department, his mother being an engineer in the same department. Ingo went to
the best schools as a child, and when his Talent showed itself at the age of 9,
his parents immediately had this confirmed and his schooling was altered to
further nurture his magical ability. Finishing grade school very early, he
enrolled in MIT-&-M, so that his knowledge of Thaumaturgy could be expanded.
It is said that he joined a magical group there, where he may have been
initiated, but this is not confirmed. Graduating with a Bachelor's Degree in
Thaumaturgy, he went back to Seattle so work for [SYSTEM ERROR 2.5 Mp deleted by
SysOp], the same corporation his parents were working for. Ingo then began to
work for [SYSTEM ERROR 2.2 Mp deleted by SysOp], the corporation's own private
security force.
Approximately 7 months after he
began to work for [SYSTEM ERROR 2.2 Mp deleted by SysOp], his father discovered
plans for [SYSTEM ERROR 6.6 Mp deleted by SysOp] in the company database. He
then copied this information, and planned to showed it to Ingo later on that
evening. Ingo received a telephone call from his father, which sounded very
urgent. He rushed over to his parents' home to find the front door open and the
home itself ransacked. He then found his parents tied to chairs, with some men
from his own company division yelling at them and beating them. He tried to
intervene only to be knocked out by someone from behind. He awoke to find that
he was also tied to a chair, and the same men were asking him questions he knew
nothing about. When he could not give an answer to his question, they shot his
mother and father at point blank range. That's when they found out that Ingo had
the Talent...the hard way. Breaking free of his bonds, Ingo ran and hid out at a
friend's place in Makah territory for just under a month, when he finally went
back to salvage what he could from his ransacked apartment. That is when he
decided to turn to the shadows to make a living, knowing that everything he knew
could never be the same. Since then it is said he formed a new magical group, in
which he further hones his abilities.
>
>Yeah, I'll kick yer butt
with mah über magic skills...fewl.
>Ingo (01:46:38 /
04-09-60)
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>Jacob Fury - Alias(es): Jack Frost; Skeleton
Jack
>Race: Human
>Sex: Male
>Known Occupations/Abilities:
Rigger, Smuggler, Decker
>Background
(Autobiographical):
I grew up in the Sprawl
being handed off from one foster family to another 'till I finally ran away. I
fell in with a gang where I earned some cred 'till I believed I was big enough
to run with the Big Boys. My life has recently consisted of normal smuggling
runs, as well as a little business o' me own. I managed to get a little nest egg
o' weapons and drugs going and am looking for interested buyers right now. I
also have some major ties to certain crime organizations, i.e. Triad, as well as
some local gangs in Seattle.
>NAME UNKNOWN - Alias(es): Jester
>Race:
Unknown
>Sex: Male
>Known Occupations/Abilities:
None
>Background
(Autobiographical):
Everybody knows me, I'm
Jester. And acording to what I've been told, the name fits. I can't see why
though. Anyway, I'm bout 5'8" at around 140# or so. Haven't checked in a while.
I've also got this infatuation with twinkies. I love twinkies. I got about 5-6
boxes at my doss at all times, and my chummer V keeps a couple boxes for me at
his doss to. I try to be friendly and outgoing, just don't piss me off. Then it
won't be haha anymore.
>NAME UNKNOWN - Alias(es): Kagemusha
>Race:
Unknown
>Sex: Male
>Known Occupations/Abilities:
None
>Background
(Autobiographical):
There are many reasons to
run the shadows...but, mine is what you might call a personal crusade. As Apoc
has informed, we have made an allaince. The Japanese Great Dragon Council(JGDC),
had put us to a test. The JGDC wanted to see how true and loyal we are to them.
The JGDC had seen enough and finally told us the truth and their ultimate plan.
Rin-Jin, the head of the JGDC, gave Raiko and his clan the gift of eternal life
for a past deed rendered. Along with this "magical" power, the clan is also
physads. As with any clan, you will have some that stay true and others that
will stray. Raiko, my father, had set out after all those that left. To rid of
them with one conclusion.....death. As Raiko was coming home, six of the last
strays ambushed him. There was a great battle, Raiko killed three before his
life had ended. Before my father was killed, he sent me of to live and learn
Batto Jutsu from the great Miyamoto Musashi. I was a pupil for many years until
I received word that my clan was being exterminated like a rodent infestation. I
was unable to get home in time...only myself and my two brothers are the last of
this great clan. While my brothers stay in japan, I have traveled the world over
looking for my father's assassins. In my journeys, I have made some close
friends, like the elves of the Tir Tairngire. There are rumors that Ryumyo is
helping the three assassins and trying to gain complete control of the JGDC.
Rin- Jin and the council, have noticed the great power and knowledge of an
underling dragon, Mokushi(Apocalypse). Later, Rin-jin tells us that Mokushi is
his son, the prince. Mokushi had grown up not knowing who his father was and
that made him that much stronger mentally as well physically. They feel with his
no fear attitude and knowledge beyond the realm of Japan, he would be a great
representative to the World Council of Great Dragons (WCGD). The JGDC feel that
Ryumyo has amassed many followers and power to try and overtake the JGDC as a
stepping stone to conquer the WCGD. It may seem that I am out for personal
reasons, which I am, but also helping a life-long family friend.
>NAME UNKNOWN - Alias(es): Misturugi
>Race:
UNKNOWN
>Sex: UNKNOWN
>Known Occupations/Abilities: Street
Samurai
>Background (Autobiographical):
I
was born in Kobe the son of my Japanese mother and my English father not all
that uncommon in these times. I had a privileged with both of my parents having
well paid jobs, my father was a researcher that came over from England to do
research on hydroponics and was co-working with my mother. They developed a new
way forward in their field and earned a fair bit of money from their
research.
I was given a private tutor as it was
around this time that people were kidnapping and murdering wealthy children and
parents alike. So I got my private tutor and was given instruction in the ways
of self-defence. It was the later that really caught my imagination and I took
to it like a fish to water, I started my kung-fu at the age of five (quite late)
and was soon progressing up the ranks at an astounding rate according to my
teacher. I had found my niche! I continued with my studies and my martial arts
side-by-side and developed a real penchant for kung-fu and demonstrating
it.
By the time I was 12 years old I had
already surpassed my sensei and my parent provided a new one with more lessons
for me. I was a that age where I just devoured all information and lessons. My
parents being in the wealthy position that they were in did not approve of the
increasing amounts of metahumans that were changing or awakening as it is now
known. But I was a curious child and I was intrigued as to the abilities of
these dwarfs and dryads things that I had only read about. I started to go out
more as my parents in consultation with my current sensei said that I was more
than capable or "dealing" with any situation that might arise although my sensei
told me to avoid using my skill.
So I started
socialising with other teenagers older and younger and of different breeds. The
later confused and scared my peers as they though that the meta's were of lower
standing and not worthy of our attention. But I was intrigued and I wanted to
know what they could do! It was then that I developed my ability to look past
the different type of variants and look at the true person. Something that my
teacher thought that I would never be able to do, ha! That is not to say that I
got on with all of the people I met and one particularly annoying troll wanted
to prove that I was scum. Probably because some other pure human had called him
a trog or something. So he swung a couple of punches at me which I deftly
avoided knowing full well that if any connected the lower half of my face would
disappear. I avoided several more and then realising that he could go on all day
I spun around behind him and kicked the back of his knees, which didn't do all
that much but bring his head down a couple of feet which gave me an opportunity.
I jumped up doing a 180 spin that gave me all the momentum I could muster and
brought my foot down on the back of his head which summarily knocked him out. It
was then that I started to get a bit more respect from the larger variants and
the troll and I started to get on can you believe
it?
I started to hang around with my "rich"
friends less and less and my street mates more, my parents did not agree but
then again parents never do. We started having fights with other kids just for
fun to see who was better and I was generally picked to do the fighting
something I never told my sensei. I got a bit of a rep and I liked the respect
that I got from the other street kids.
At the
age of 19 I moved out with the aid of my parents. I had finished my martial arts
as my old sensei said that the rest I would have to learn and develop on my own.
I moved out into a plush apartment and I enjoyed the new found freedom I had.
Even though my schooling had gone well and I had achieved good grades even for a
Japanese kid the prospect of working for a corp. did nothing for me and I
continued to hang around with my street friends and live off my allowance from
my parents. It was when I was twenty that I was approached about "running". I
had obviously known about it but it never occurred to me. So I started running
as I wanted to test myself out against the pro's and to become fully
independent.
I had been running the shadows for
about 2 years, I was almost 22 by now, when I got a call from my father that my
mother had been killed. He hadn't known who had done it but she was doing some
new research and more than likely another corp. didn't want her to finish. I got
one of my friends to do a bit of research behind it! My father was completely
grief ridden and I had to support him through the months that he was in
mourning, not to say that I wasn't sad but I had my own ways to deal with
it.
I put together a small group of close
friends that I had ran with and we did the research and all the surveillance
everything we needed to do. I had drafted in a good ork friend for me to track
the team that had taken my mother out. My friend Enko was a rigger and could use
his abilities in very imaginative ways. We planned our hit down to the finest
detail and took out the corp. paid runners, particularly enjoyed killing the
leader.
Since then I have made it my mission to
take out all corporations especially Mitsuhama as they were responsible for the
hit. I carried out a couple more hits against the runners themselves but I
eventually realised that it was pointless as the corps. could just put some more
on the payroll. I decided to move to Seattle as I would be able to earn more
money as I didn't think my father would found my own personal punitive mission.
The other reason I went there was because I would be able to damage the corps.
as Seattle corps. are smaller than in Japan and I would be able to do more
damage. Since moving I have earned a fair bit of money and found an ok group of
runners. At the current rate I will be able to afford and have enough contacts
to damage some of the big corps. quite
severely.
The one thing I have missed are my
friends and fellow runners from Japan, but from what I have heard my ugly friend
Enko will be coming over soon. You may think that my mothers murder has effected
me in some way and you would be right but that will be resolved when my plan
comes in to fruition, but the one thing that hasn't changed is my constant
desire to better myself. These are the ways of the enlightened and I continue my
quest for brilliance in the eyes of my father and in the mystical arts
themselves.
>NAME UNKNOWN - Alias(es): Paladin, NeoPaladin,
Neo
>Race: Human (many say he looks like an elf)
>Sex:
Male
>Appearance: About 6'3" and 150 lbs. His blond hair has streaks of
red and orange in it, making it look like its on fire. He wears black almost
exclusively, and never takes off his smartglasses, at least not that anyone has
ever seen.
>Known Occupations/Abilities: Physad ninja hood.
ex-assassin/Master of the Ares viper slivergun and Ranger SM-3
>Background
(Autobiographical):
I know little of my past,
as I was kidnapped by Fuchi Industries when I was a kid, then brainwashed into
becoming an assassin. While there, I was one of their best, but toward the end
of the corp war, I managed to escape and have since tried to find my old life
and help people as penance for the crimes I committed assassin. I have found out
a little about my past, but not much, so my search goes
on.
If you ever need to contact me for any
reason, contact a man named gimli. I however, refuse to do wetwork unless I deem
it absolutely necessary.
>NAME UNKNOWN - Alias(es): Rain
>Race:
Gnome
>Sex: Male
>Known Occupations/Abilities: Hermetical
Magician
>Background
(Autobiographical):
I was born an albino gnome
in a small village of my people in Wales in the year 2020. I grew up the son of
an abusive father and a kind but weak mother. My childhood was a dark and
troubled time, with the zenophobia of my people and the constant threat of
vitas. In my teen years I was the constant target for beatings, scorn and
riddicule by my peers, due to my natural apptitude for the sciences and total
inability to understand and embrace the druidic faith. As my magical abilities
manifested, I began to see the patterns of order in the chaos of astral space
and embraced the Hermetic tradition. Finishing my schooling with top 1% scores,
I gained entry (unknown to my parents) to Cambridge University and left my home
and people to seek a better life. When I had completed my combined
thurmaturgy/science degree, I signed on with a well funded RND corp in London in
thier technomagic research labs, working 6 days a week. I lived a humble and
lonely life, spending all my free time doing my own magical research and honeing
my abilities. I used the money I saved to purchase magical compounds and a few
implants over the years.
Then one night in
2054, one of my people came to me while I was working on a metalurgy project. He
told me that the village council had ordered my return to the community for
heresy, or else face exile and retribution. In the following argument we managed
to destroy the lab and I ran away from his unconsious
form.
I quickly got my money out of the bank
and various investments and bought a fake Identity and some magical supplies and
a one way ticket to Seattle. A month later, I was appraoched by group of runners
who needed some magical aid on a run.
> In
the following years we travelled to the metaplanes to do a run for an imortal
elf, killed a third of the lonestar Seattle force to break out of jail, ran to
Aztland and fought with the rebellion in the sothern jungles and managed to take
the peninsula, stole a prototype rotary laser cannon from Ares (then killed over
3000 crew after we where caught and put on a battleship, robbed a bank in Boston
and killed over 50 innocents plus cops to fake our own deaths and then took 18
months off to train and heal and let the heat die down. In that time I spent
most of my time researching new magics and searching the metaplanes for the
secrets of magical power. It was then that I discovered the simple truth of the
lifelight.
Our first run back on the streets as
"newbies" was a real easy wetwork. The second changed me forever. We went to
Scotland to help some decker ghost and in the final phase, our team was hosed by
a large force while I was held in thrall by the bio-deck I was jacked into. Two
of us survived and escaped, and then split up to go our own ways. I then decided
to go legit and take a real hand in running a small Huston corp I had set up a
year before. It was all going well for a little over a year when a small team of
my "dead" ex-runners showed up under false pretenses and almost killed me. I
managed to use the power I had gained during my legit time to escape. I have
lost all that I cared for except the power of the Lifelight and my hatred for
the Horrors and the corrupted.
The only
constant in my life since I was a boy has been the power of magic and my
continuous dedication to it. There hasn't been a week that has gone by that I
haven't spent at least 20hrs delving the secrets of the arcane or travelling the
metaplanes.
"Life sheads the Lifelight, the Lifelight brings order to the
chaos of the astral, and with it comes the Power of the Arcane."
>NAME UNKNOWN - Alias(es): Redlok
>Race:
Unknown
>Sex: Male
>Known Occupations/Abilities:
None
>Background
(Autobiographical):
Sorry,
chummers.
As my Mr. J likes to put it, that's
strictly "need-to-know only."
I will, however,
tell you a bit of how to identify me. I have a slightly luminscent tattoo over
my left eye in the shape of a red crosshair. It's a relic from my early days
when I thought I was the leanest, meanest warrior on the street, the true
steppin' razor.
Since I got straightened
around, I've been meaning to get rid of it. It something of a hinderance. You
can see it in the dark! But it's one of those things I've just never gotten
around to, you know the story.
Now, it's become
how I'm known on the streets. My chummers tell me it never ceases to freak them
out seeing that red crosshair coming out of the shadows behind
them.
I guess, I've got to take their word for
it.
>NAME UNKNOWN - Alias(es): Repp
>Race:
Unknown
>Sex: Male
>Known Occupations/Abilities: Smuggler;
Pirate
>Background
(Autobiographical):
I'm Repp. I'm just under
6'1" and 175 lbs. I've got brown hair I keep pretty close so it won't get in the
way. I was born in SF but moved to Africa with my parents when I was seven. They
worked for Ares and I was being trained for their Military. That all ended when
a large group of River pirates raided the corp facility and killed my parents
cause they were in the way. They took me cause they thought they could ransom me
or something (I was twelve then, I wounded one of them with a SMG but they broke
my arm and knocked me out). Once they realized no-one wanted me back they didn't
know what to do with me. Apparently there was a big argument about it but I
don't remember 'cause I was still out cold. They decided to keep me and make me
one of them. I had never seen much of my parents and I got to do so many things
with the Pirates that I liked that I never thought twice about it. Don't get me
wrong, life was hard, very hard. We had to fight and kill just to get enough
food to eat four days out of five. I learned quickly and was soon a major figure
in the clan. I rarely get sick, just luck I guess, so I was often strong when
everyone else was shitting themselves or dropping like flies around me. I grew
up like that for four years and moved toward the coast when the Corps began
coming back in strength. I was with the Fanti for a while, then I hooked up with
some long-haul smugglers and have been doing it ever since. Ares now wants me
dead for raiding/demolishing several of their facilities in various locations
worldwide. Sometimes I feel like a prodigal son who returns to kill everyone and
burn the house down. Most of the time I just feel lucky to still be alive.
>NAME UNKNOWN - Alias(es): Squire
>Race:
Human
>Sex: Male
>Known Occupations/Abilities: Special Investigator
- FedPol
>Background:
(23.6
Mp deleted by squire@do.not.email.me)
"In God we trust, everyone else we run
through the computer."
>NAME UNKOWN - Alias(es): Tag
>Race: Human
>Sex:
Male
>Known Occupations/Abilities: Physical
Adept
>Background:
LIMITED
INFORMATION AVAILABLE
Studies close quarters
combat, and trains with armed service types. Very good negotiator. Appears
unassuming, and always appears to be distracted in some way.
>NAME UNKNOWN - Alias(es): Tiger
>Race:
Human
>Sex: Male
>Known Occupations/Abilities: Physical
Adept
>Background
(Autobiographical):
I've roamed all over the
place searching...but what, my calling, I don't know. Through my travels, its
givin me time to improve my body. I've chosen the sprawl as my "home". A place
where I can hide. The few contacts and buddies I've made arte vital, because I
always seem to find myself in drekload of trouble, and they're the ones to bail
me out.
>NAME UNKNOWN - Alias(es): THALON
>Race:
Unknown
>Sex: Male
>Known Occupations/Abilities: Physical
Adept
>Background (Autobiographical):
My
story starts way out in NAN, my parents worked for a corp...Don't remember all
of what happened...Just that I had to escape the clutches of some freaky corp
sec and was taken in by UCAS military. Became a special forces operative (a
physad nonetheless). I was working in a workstudy program to pay for college
tuition after a long run without pay from the Black Berets...Heard screaming
coming from a floor above. Headed up, fought my vampiric boss, got bit, snapped
a table leg and staked him, repeatedly...Went home, woke up a few days later
drenched in blood and hearing on the news about a serial killer...Finally pieced
the clues together and headed to Seattle...Where I heard about Faith through
this board. Her other personality was Black Jade...I helped her tremendously in
aiding her totem in the destruction of aforementioned locus. From there on,
North has my story as well...Mostly.
>NAME UNKNOWN - Alias(es): Voltaire
>Race:
Unknown
>Sex: Male
>Known Occupations/Abilities: Decker; Street
Doc
>Background (Autobiographical):
My
name is Voltaire and I'm just your work-a-day, synthcrack addicted, black market
street doc/decker, once indentured to the Honjawara-clan (Yakuza) in the
NYC-Newark area. I spent my youth in one of those "Advancement for Ork" schools
that let me get into medschool in NYU. I worked real hard and did real good, top
of the class even, but my true passion was poetry and philsophy. I had to put
the artistic side of me behind in order to make some cash to support my Mom. I
eventually got my degree and went on to Bellvue. It was there that I got into
morphine and the heavier stuff later on, my route was deteriorating and to
support my habit I got into hacking. Breaking into the Green health records to
sell to buyers for money. Yakuza buyers. I sorta forgot to use a local on one of
my patients during surgery and got busted. After the trial my liscence was
fragged, I was blacklisted, and had 5-10 years in a cell with some guy named
"Peaches". The Yaks got me out of there and set me up in a Public Space unit to
use as living quarters and street hospital. All I had to do was patch up any
Yaks that came my way and deck a few (hundred) times to get them off my back.
They haven't been back in a while, of course they could always come back for a
"favor". Now? Now I spend most of my resources on fixing runners for a price or
as a street decker if my services are needed. The boys down at The Gentleman
Loser in Greenwhich like my poetry I leave on the bathhroom walls so much that I
now give weekly spoken word rants at the bar. Hookie gives me free drinks for
that. Anyway it's been a while since I was on a run and cash is running low....
>NAME UNKNOWN - Alias(es): Wildhuntsman
>Race:
Unknown
>Sex: Male
>Known Occupations/Abilities: Former Security
Decker; Decker
>Background
(Autobiographical):
Well lets see . I was
originally your average security decker.The company dropped me for not
conforming to thier standards ( they disliked the fact my girlfriend was an elf
{ neener neener neener}). So I wound up signing up for a 1 year contract with
the Steel Ravens merc unit as a decker.Honed my demolitions skill with them,
damn i miss those guys. Made enought to get the tools and parts to build a
decent deck, and now i do matrix runs.Uh I do not do face to face meets, I
married my girl and do not want her to get hurt.It also makes it easier on me if
people do not know what i look like( hey my wife knows I'm woth about 5
million... in bounties).And I've mellowed out from my wilder days.... but I
still love explosives.
>Stephen Browning - Alias(es): Wild Man Zeke,
Bearclaw
>Race: Dwarf
>Sex: Male
>Appearance: 4'3" tall, brown
hair, blue eyes. Has a short brown beard. Commonly wears a brown leather bomber
jacket and mirrored sunglasses.
>Known Occupations/Abilites: Freelance
Security Specialist, suspected Dog Shaman.
>Background
(Autobiographical):
Who, me? Drek, I'm just a
regular guy. What do you want to talk to me for? Yeah, I guess I've got a story.
most anybody does. Alright, alright, here
goes:
I was born in the year 2026. My parents
were mid-range wageslaves for a major corporation, I won't say which one. They
caught a lot of flak for being the parents of a "freak". If you think the
corporate mindset is a closed one now, you should have seen it thirty-odd years
ago. But they toughed it out, worked hard, and then came home to the loving
household they had formed. My extended family was really there for me, too. I
was mostly homeschooled because my parents didn't want me exposed to the same
stigma they encountered day after day.
Then, in
2039, came the Night of Rage. I'm sure you've all heard of it. Well, it didn't
hit just inner-city folk. And it wasn't confined to the backwoods, either. A few
places in suburbia got just as hot. My parents had heard angry mutterings for
days, so they snuck me out of the house. I stayed at my uncle's place. During
the Night of Rage, a group of rioters burned my house to the ground, with my
parents inside it. They didn't know I wasn't
there.
My uncle, who I'd been staying with for
a few days, happens to be a detective for the Star. One thing you learn quick
enough is to never frag with a cop's family. My uncle and his buddies managed to
trace the majority of the people who were on the scene that night. Then he
taught me how to fire a shotgun, using moving targets. I was thirteen years
old.
After that, I was raised in the company of
detectives, probation officers, and S.W.A.T. captains. My talents grew. I went
to a university for a while, then the Star offered me a position. I turned it
down flat. No hard feelings, though. They know it's just not the life for me.
And when they need me, all they have to do is call. And I know they're always
there for me. So there's no worries. Now I'm a Freelance Security Specialist. It
says so on my card, take one. Ha.
Questions? Comments? Think something's missing and should be added?
Contributions accepted.
Contact me at: LTG:
NAUCAS-SEA-8112
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