Shadowrun RP (characterinfo+gameplay)

littleRED · 2012-02-06T22:24:50-01:00

1. NeoStriker as N: Spoiler:PICTURE: STATS: (3) Body (5) Mind (4) Soul (35) Health Points (45) Energy Points (7) Shock Value (4) Combat Attack (2) Combat Defense (16) Max. Possible Unarmed Damage DESCRIPTION: Name: N Shadowname: N Gender: N/A Race: N/A Age: N/A Looks: Wears a white mask and a white jacket with a hood to obscure all of N's features, making it impossible to tell what gender, race, or age N is. Personality: Happiness-oriented and utility-oriented. Plays a support role on missions, and does not talk. Skills/Powers: Rigger Weaknesses: Mute Background: N first appeared five years ago, at a cafe drinking tea. N now works there as a waiter, cook, and cashier. N spends time playing with the neighborhood kids, tutoring students, repairing nearby buildings, and general odd jobs that could be considered community service. During this "civilian" state, N is generally considered as a natural phenomenon of good will and reliable help. Unknown to the civilians, N is also a shadowrunner, specializing in rigging. 2. Wordmangler2000 as Harrison Carruthers: Spoiler:PICTURE: STATS: (2) Body (7) Mind (7) Soul (45) Health Points (70/100/130) Energy Points (9) Shock Value (5) Combat Attack (3) Combat Defense (23) Max. Possible Unarmed Damage DESCRIPTION: Name: Harrison Carruthers, Ph.D. Shadowname: "The shadows"? Oh my. That sounds rather dicey. No thank you. Gender: Hm. Well you see, that's rather hard to express just now. Race: [shaking head] I'm really finding this form very difficult to fill out. I'm sorry, is it permissible to write in the margins? Age: I'm well over 100, I can attest to that. I actually have a paper birth certificate, can you imagine such a thing, in this day and age? Looks: I don't entirely look myself, these days. Personality: I may seem a bit stiff at first, but after a glass of fine sherry you'll find me the jolliest of fellows. Or, um...whatever. Skills/Powers: I am extremely persuasive. When I make a case, people come to agree -- provided, of course, I am allowed the requisite time to make my argument. That may take a while. But if I am allowed to make a rigorous appeal to reason, no one can resist. I have a comprehensive knowledge of prehistory and legends. People today think all knowledge is available on the Matrix. But there's a level of knowledge beneath/behind the Matrix, and among the folk tales and half-remembered dreams and legends of improbable heroes one can find real wisdom -- and solutions to current problems that seem insoluble. I have a theory about what happened to our world, why magic broke out. An essential principle at the heart of reality has been tainted, and the fate of the world hangs in the balance. My secret ambition is to excise the poison and heal the world. I know poisons and potions for all purposes. When the ingredients are not readily available I tend to make substitutions that seem reasonable to me, but these ad hoc recipe revisions often backfire, with consequences ranging from humorous to disastrous. I read a page with a single blink, an entire book in less than a minute. And I have a photographic memory. This may seem to be of limited use in the era of the Matrix, but could come in handy if we find ourselves outside the Matrix's sphere of influence (yes, such spots do still exist on earth) or if the Matrix goes down for some reason. And, as I have hinted before, not all wisdom was allowed into the Matrix by the gatekeepers who set it up. They had an agenda, and it wasn't entirely for our benefit. Weaknesses: I am easily distracted. It's hard to keep me working toward an agreed-upon goal because I am always looking about and finding new interests. I am of very little good in a fight. A good punch in the nose is all it takes to make me retire to the corner and cry like a little girl. I may join your team, but you can never be sure my goals are entirely aligned with yours. I have my own agenda, and I'll play along with you as long as they are consistent. My powers of deceit are immense...you'll never suspect that my commitment is temporary and provisional. Oh, and one more thing. As far as the Matrix is concerned, I don't exist. This is inconvenient -- I can't use global positioning to find out where I am or gain directions to another location, for instance. But it does mean that I can conduct even the most sensitive of inquiries without being traced. Background: Ah. Here we go. I was human when all this began, so many years ago. I was teaching literature and classics at Yale when the first metahumans began to appear among us. I petitioned the university and was awarded permission to launch a series of classes and seminars about the historical and philosophical grounding of the phenomena that were shaking the world. I found it particularly interesting that the new races appearing among us were types that had been thoroughly explored in literature from around the world. They weren't new -- it was almost as if we had a racial memory of them. They conformed to archetypes that underlay our understanding of the world. Had we created them out of our collective unconscious? And if so, what more might we create? I assembled a cross-disciplinary panel of the world's leading academics and we began detailing the correspondences between world events and folk traditions. We saw immediately that this was no random series of events. There was a pattern to what was happening, a clear progression, and -- probably -- a coordinating intelligence behind it all. I was preparing to summarize these findings in the keynote address (and several subsequent lectures) of our worldwide group's first annual conference...when I was abducted. I have no memory of where I was taken or what was done to me there. I know that when I returned to consciousness, thousands of miles from Yale, three years had passed. The world had been altered, as you know from your history books -- er, history nodules on the Matrix. The scheme was proceeding as my colleagues and I had predicted. I tried to locate my colleagues, but they were nowhere to be found. In fact, all trace that they had ever existed was gone. The Internet -- and later, the Matrix -- held no trace of them. It was as if they had never been born. Yale had never heard of me. My birth records were gone. I had been erased from the infosphere. Oh, and one more thing. I wasn't an overweight, balding, middle-aged college professor anymore. I was a dryad. A blue-skinned female elf. I'm about a meter tall (or three feet, as we would have said in the good old days). My hair color varies. (If you pay close attention you can tell my mood and energy level by reading my hair color.) I wear it in a single long braid down my back. Dryad. Of the nymph variety. More specifically, a naiad. More specifically still, a potamide. You can look it up. Yes, I have my own freshwater home/shrine. No, I won't tell you where it is. All of my human personality traits and knowledge are intact as far as I know -- and what a chilling thought that is, that I must append "as far as I know" to such an assertion! I find that I also have knowledge of elf-lore. I can perform limited spells, craft potions and poisons, understand the speech of animals and the slow dreams of trees. I can't spend much time in cities. It's as if I'm allergic. My skin burns, my thoughts turn jumbled, eventually I lose consciousness. I'm sure if I stayed too long in an urban environment I would die. I find it endlessly fascinating to have awakened in a female body. I retain my male-hetero viewpoint; I am attracted to other females. The only change, if any, is that my libido is much stronger in this body than it was in my middle-aged male form. I guess you would call me a lesbian. Or something. My knowledge of the ancient myths and legends that underlie our current world gives me a limited foreknowledge of what is to come. In my dryad form, this knowledge is augmented by prophetic dreams. My dreams show what is to come. They are not always 100 percent accurate, however. With great effort (or with the participation of chance, which turns out to be one of the elemental forces of the modern world), fate can be changed. I am not prepared to reveal my stake in all of this. Not yet. Suffice it to say that I have been granted a glimpse of the future, and I am unwilling to accept it. I'm looking for comrades to help me save the world. And they must be willing to accept this task on faith...because I cannot yet reveal all of what I know and I suspect. That knowledge is a heavy, heavy burden, and for now I must carry it alone.3. ToyManC as Rudy the Rat (NPC): Spoiler: PICTURE: STATS: (5) Body (7) Mind (4) Soul (45) Health Points (55/85) Energy Points (9) Shock Value (5/10) Combat Attack (3/8) Combat Defense (21/41) Max. Possible Unarmed Damage DESCRIPTION: Name: Rufus Allen Detweiler Shadowname: 'Rudy the Rat,' slang for his initials R.D. and his fondness for his cyber-enhanced pet rats. Gender: male Race: Dwarf Age: 62 (One of the first Dwarfs (dwarves?) born in the Seattle area. He has never left this city. Looks: Average height (for a Dwarf); Brown hair and beard (both trimmed short) starting to turn gray; Pale coloring, from being inside all the time; Has a long scar running from the top of his head down the side of his face, to just below his right ear; His face looks pinched and angry, when in public; Physically fit, but not muscular, he avoids cyber-enhancements, as they interfere with his natural cyber connection. Personality: Has almost a dual personality. In person, he is a dour, introverted type, prone to mono-syllabic responses to questions. In the Matrix, however, he is a person of influence and status. Within the Matrix, he is communicative and outgoing. A skilled multitasker, he is capable of running his daily life, while also handling his business on the Matrix, without breaking his outside persona. Seldom shows anger, except when approached by religious personages [Am unfamiliar w/ state of religion in Shadowrun, but assume it still exists]. Extremely discomforted in the presence of women, to the point of almost shutting down. Is kind to children, and has little problem relating with them, but that changes when they grow up. His main fondness is for his rats (he has many!), which he raises as pseudo-members of his family. An orphan, he has no knowledge of his birth family (if they survive?) and no interest in finding them. He is also very sensitive about his scar. Will work with others, but only as a behind-the-scenes cyber entity. He will not meet others personally, unless forced or in disguise. Skills/Powers: A Technomancer Hacker, he always has his mind connected to the Matrix. He has a cyber connection to all his enhanced rats, and uses them to help him infiltrate places that he cannot access through the Matrix. He can guide them just like drones, but leaves their survival instinct intact. He is so attuned to the Matrix, that he always knows when someone is looking for him there, and can either respond or hide his presence. He is also quite skilled as a mechanic and is capable of repairing/building some types of machines. Weaknesses: Extremely antisocial, except with animals and children, he never interacts with people personally except in the most basic manner. In person, he is more likely to talk with simple yes/no statements, or more likely a grunt. Distrustful of women, except on the Matrix, he will avoid them whenever possible. He is so emotionally tied to his rats, that he will always place their safety above his own, or others. If someone should kill one of his rats, intentionally, it will spark an intense hatred and desire for revenge. His revenge is always i the Matrix, however. He has been known to hack people, and cripple their accounts, simply for shooing his pets away! Background: One of the first Dwarfs born in the Seattle area, he was placed in an orphanage run by Nuns. The strict discipline of the orphanage helped him form his extreme mental discipline, but stunted his emotional development. To this day, he cannot interact with women on a personal level, and has absolutely no tolerance for religion. He grew up hating his birth parents for leaving him in that environment, and wants nothing to do with them now. As a youth, he was the victim of a hit-and-run driver, causing massive head trauma which made his mental state even more stunted, and gave him his facial scar. The accident helped in other ways, though, for he found that he could now interact with computers on an almost subconscious level. He immersed himself in the internet, and early Matix, and found that knowledge is truly power. As soon as he was old enough, he fled the orphanage and began to exercise his control over computers. It is widely believed that he had a hand in the Computer crash of 2029, but it is impossible to know for sure and he'll never speak on the subject. Taking on the persona of Rufus, the maintenance guy, he lives in the basement of an apartment complex [I will let you decide the location] with his rats carefully hidden within the walls of the building. He feeds them, and makes sure they do not forage in peoples apartments, but he also uses them to spy on the residents. He knows almost everything about the people in his building, and will know instantly if someone tries to infiltrate his operation from within. Under the guise of 'Rudy the Rat,' he takes jobs over the Matrix and performs hacking operations that others don't want traced back to themselves. Very honest, in his way, he will always strive to fulfill any contract that he accepts. All money is payable to offshore accounts, and routed through a labyrinth of computer transfers so no one can trace it back to Rufus, the maintenance guy. Having his rats cyber-enhanced, however, is expensive, so he is constantly seeking funds to feed and adapt his 'family.' As far as he knows, nobody knows that Rufus Detweiler and Rudy the Rat are the same person, and he means to keep it that way. 4. Flaser as Dussack: Spoiler:PICTURE: STATS: (5/8) Body (4/6) Mind (3) Soul (40/55) Health Points (35/45) Energy Points (8/11) Shock Value (7/8) Combat Attack (5/6) Combat Defense (39/45) Max. Possible Unarmed Damage DESCRIPTION: Name: Paul Kovacs Shadowname: Dussack Gender: Male Race: Dwarf Age: 24 Looks: Mousy brown hair, brown eyes... average looks. Surprisingly tall for a dwarf, in fact he's usually mistaken for a human. Keeps his chin almost religiously clean-shaven. He hates ale, in fact his favorite drink is whiskey on the rocks. Tends to dress smartly, usually going for a wage-slave look, blending into the crowd. As most dwarfs he's strong and hardy... but going against the stereotype he's insanely fast, almost twitchy. Personality: Sarcastic with a penchant for outbursts of profanity, tends to keep his cool when on The Run. Is in the midst of an identity crisis and for all the intellectual acceptance of dogma, he's finally having a personal experience of what Trans-humanism might entail... he's not taking it well. It's one thing to know something on an intellectual level, it's another to experience it as something happening, changing you. Skills/Powers: [color=green]Here's the deal. You want some suit wiped? Call me, put down a deposit, the mark gets his accident then you pay the rest. You want security? Deposit, delivery, payment. Like clock-work. I get the job done. Most of the time you won't even know I was there. I'm fast, you see. Faster than the eye can track, faster than your average street-sam on the trigger, fast like a juiced up otaku on his hot-sim raid of the Playboy Mansion. I don't use force... I don't need it. I don't use firepower... I don't need it. A double-tap, Death clapping the mark on the shoulder that it's time to go. Hi-Vel express delivery into the cranium, right through the eyes. Hiss!-fwoop!-fwoop!-thuum... the holdout's already back in its holster, or better yet, lies discarded on the pavement and I'm already just another terrified passerby. Heck, they could put me through screening then and there most of the time... I don't have much cyber, just the usual jack & slot with the comlink below. They can put me under the scanner and I'll look like just another Joe Average. That's me, your silver bullet for hire. No mess, no fuss, just slotted marks and a job well done... well usually. Sometimes things get messy. I still deliver. Big mess, big fuss, marks very much slotted and no clues to tie the mark to you. Tends to happen when you Johnsons play with cards too tight to your chest... that'll cost you extra by the way.[/color] Weaknesses: Has a pretty sophisticated AI in his cranial computer that edges ever closer to self-awareness. Said AI also uses his own gray matter for computing. Some big players out there are looking for him to get the thing... is living pretty much on the run. Lately has taken up drinking to numb the existential horror of getting swallowed up by the thing in his head. Background: [color=green]OK. Since I'm stuck with you, I might as well get my money's worth. You're supposed to be good at this navel-gazing shit. So here goes... Being the son of an B+ company's CEO (read: Cranky Evil Ogre) is hard enough nowadays, what with cutthroat competition for the few supplier contracts, usually in areas deemed too mundane (read: deadbeat) by Triple-As. Being a metahuman son of said CEO who takes each & every opportunity to remind you how much of a disappointment you are (read: not a towering jock like the "Big Manâ„¢" used to be) is harder still. I still wouldn't have given a shit, if not for a little incident my Da's ego brought me. I'd been content living my life, being just another suit. But no, the Big Cheese had to open his goddamn mouth, and make a stand. He'd show them! Never mind that his dumb ass couldn't even afford me a scholarship at a proper school with a dedicated security guards, tweed suits and all of the Dead Poets Society crap. No, I had to go to some community school for the gifted, where any fucking salary-man's son in the area could attend... and thus it wasn't altogether hard for someone to arrange my "accident"... if you wanna call being beaten into a quadriplegic an accident. Most guys would've been hooked on BTLs, drugs or something... it's not like you can do a lot when the only change in your day is when you nurse comes to swap diapers. I took up brooding instead. You see, my Da choose this moment to realize he's a family man. After all those years, he realized that I'm the only son he's going to get. So every day he came into my room and started yapping about how sorry he is... Intentionally ignoring him while doing nothing, that must've hurt. There was no polite excuse that I'm busy, that there's anything keeping my mind off what's going on. There I was, staring at the ceiling, not saying a word, while the man was literally tearing himself to pieces... God, I was such a bastard. You see, my Da, God bless his mono-maniac soul, couldn't take no for an answer. At the time regrowing spinal tissue was impossible and full-body-cybernetics were blacker than the inside of a troll's asshole. It seemed like I'd live my life slurping corn starch through a straw. Da wouldn't have that. With his usual fervor he scoured the world for a solution... Enter Berger Streissman, (posthumus) sainted evangelist of the Church of Trans-Humanism Unchained, Matrix millionaire with an up and coming solo-A company of his own. Most folks at the time and even today, view tech as stuff that lets you do shit better and that's it. It might take you places, it might give you new insights but all in all it's just tech as usual, tools at your disposal. Not to Trans-humanists. To them, tech is something that changes you first and foremost. The Metalheads preach about the weakness of the flesh, the transcendence of cybernetic bodies. Wireheads preach about leaving your body behind altogether and living in the world of digital perfection... and us Holistics claim that there's no hard barrier to the self. I'm a convert, you see... The only man to ever receive Streissman's "blessing", before AzTek or some other triple-fucking-A took 'im and the whole wing of the hospital out. Nowadays tech that can do what I got is common place... back then, well it was truly revolutionary. It still is. Most guys on my level look like a fucking Terminator or a reject from the Thing. Me? I'm normal. Why put in a dozen separate systems, when a single, general purpose computer could do all you want as long as its properly wired up? The answer is most folks would be terrified to live their whole life with an AI sharing their skull. To achieve that level of control, the thing has to be able to take over the majority of your functions. It has to breath, look, hear, move, jump, leap... the works. A separate nervous system, a separate "digital you", that's like you, but not quite. ...I was out in physico-rehab when the bombs hit. Lucky me, the guy in the room over, my Da helping Streissman sell his spiel, the prophet himself and the hundred other patients... not so. High-tailing out of there seemed like a good idea, and I've been on the run ever since... but you know that. So tell me Saul, when will I go completely bonkers, when will you take over the rest of my life? You've been there, sharing my gray matter for processing, using the neural shunts they put in to boost my body beyond its threshold when we wipe a mark. You're there when I'm taking a shit, you're there when I'm having sex... ...you're there when I look into a mirror and wonder if this piece of crap, psychotherapy program I just loaded into active memory is doing anything! Are you listening Saul? Of course you are... and the hell of the thing is, I no longer know whether the hand reaching for the gun is yours or mine... we've got company...[/color] [color=blue]For we know in part, and we prophesy in part. But when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away. When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things. For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.[/color] 5. Damienthedevil as Shadow Fang: Spoiler:PICTURE: STATS: (5) Body (5) Mind (5) Soul (50) Health Points (50/70) Energy Points (10) Shock Value (5/8) Combat Attack (3/6) Combat Defense (20/40) Max. Possible Unarmed Damage DESCRIPTION: Name: Cronis Kierd Shadowname: Shadow Fang the 2nd Gender: Male Race: Elf (Night One) Age: 29 Looks: Roughly 195cm with short blue hair. Has dark brown skin and golden coloured eyes that glows in the dark(like a cat). Normally dones black leather body tight suit with tight black leather pants. Personality: Mostly cold and distrusting. He doesn't trust strangers and only trust people after a long time. Skills/Powers: - Sneaking and Stealth. As an Assassin, he has to blend into the shadows to kill his targets. Many years of training and experience made him almost undetectable with the use of the latest technology. - Weapon Mastery. As an Assassin, he had trained and used many different types of weapons from High-Tech Rifles to the simplest of knives. He can use them all. Although his preference is still his Retractable Claws. - Standard Magic Mastery. His heritage as a Night One gave him talents in Magic but due to him having no master, he could only use very basic magic such as Minor Healing and the like. He could also use magic that enhances his physical abilities fairly easily, it seems that it was his aptitude. Weaknesses: He is weak in the morning and has to be in the shade thanks to his allergy to the Sun. Background: Cronis was born as a 2nd generation elf in the town of Gora. Orphaned when he was 5, he had to learn to survive all by himself. He had scavenge food and picked pockets for more than 5 years until he picked the pocket of a famous assassin that goes by the name of Shadow Fang. Shadow thought Cronis had talent for being able to steal from him and thus took him in and taught him the ways of assassination. Training him vigorously for 7 years, Shadow thought Cronis was ready and gave him his first job; To kill a mid-class noble. Cronis did his job splendidly and earned himself his first kill. Following that success, Shadow took Cronis along on many jobs and Cronis made a name to himself as the disciple of Shadow Fang. Exactly 10 years later however, Shadow Fang was caught on when he completed his job to assassinate a high-ranking member of S-K. Shadow Fang was caught and killed instantly. Since then, Cronis inherited the Shadow Fang name and had called himself as such. Fast forward 2 years into the future, Cronis had worked under many Corporation as an assassin-for-hire. He is paid good money and is now famed for his skill and high success rates. His current job brought him to Seattle and is now settling in one of the many hideouts he have in Seattle. 6. Kheldar as Traitor: Spoiler:STATS: (4) Body (4) Mind (4) Soul (40) Health Points (40) Energy Points (8) Shock Value (4) Combat Attack (2) Combat Defense (16/26) Max. Possible Unarmed Damage DESCRIPTION: Name: Marcus Anderson Shadowname: Traitor Gender: Male Race: Human-British Age: 19 Looks: A tall guy, Marcus is around 6ft 2 in height. He has a slightly slimmer build than most, though rather than being weedy he is better described as toned. His left arm is, from the elbow down, a cybernetic replacement. High quality and normally concealed under a long sleeved shirt and glove its quite hard to notice. Long, ruffled brown hair that refuses to stay in any specific style no matter how hard he tries to keep it there. While not handsome, he’s not ugly, high cheekbones and gaunt cheeks being his prominent features. Slate grey eyes combined with his usual zoned out expression mean most people see him as distant. He’s bad at smiling, tending to grin and look sadistic instead. When around friends he laughs little but smiles alot. Past times have left him with very faint laughter lines. Dresses smartly but not without due nods to fashion he also has a pocket watch (I'll admit that this is just because I wear one ;D) Personality: Sometimes seen as cold and aloof (Reasonable assumptions considering his background) he is nevertheless a relatively happy outgoing person for the most part. However he tends towards massive mood swings (as teenagers are) and ends up in deep depressions occasionally. Having had little dealings with women as a whole in the past he’s awkward whenever one shows affection towards him. He can talk to them and be quite charming but as soon as the women or girl, for example, so much as lean toward him, he is likely to make some excuse and get some distance between himself and her. Unfortunately he also has a social problem with other races. Having been raised in an exclusively human area he is for the most part scared of other races and has difficulty dealing with them normally. Marcus has a bad habit of judging people at first sight and depending on his assessment of a person will be overly trusting or completely paranoid around them. Skills/Powers: A natural affinity with nearly any weapon, within minutes of obtaining it he’s most likely figured out exactly how to employ it. Little to no really power with magic he has however had to attend some magical based lessons in the past. As such he knows vaguely how to cast some high end spells. He’ll only try it in a desperate situation and to be honest it’s more likely going to make the situation worse considering his incompetent flailing of magical power. Inventive if not a genius he should be able to throw together just about anything as long as you give him time and a rough idea of how it works. Pistons in his bionic replacement allow for a bone crushing grip. Also while fighting without a weapon is something Marcus avoids at all costs he can throw a decent kick after a small amount of training with his families bodyguards though his fist fighting lets him down. Remember though he’s only a human and while not weak he is certainly not strong. He also knows a smattering of Japanese as his family traded with Japan for some simple mechs which they used to improve their own brand of bioarmour. Weaknesses: Easy to get to emotionally. Perhaps because he was sheltered or maybe it’s just something in his personality but various things can either set him off or utterly break him. Things of nature to break him tend to include threats to friends or children and mutilation/mutations which horrify him. He can be set off by either insults that are accurate about himself (e.g spoilt brat knows nothing of our problems, your pathetic with girls you virgin bastard), breaking his stuff (He’s a tad materialistic) and violence of any kind towards a women. Using these things you can quite easily manipulate him and force him into situations he would rather not be in. He has trouble working with people of other races as he is still confused and scared of this new world he’s entered. Also he’s only human and has a slim build so getting a hit on him will severely impact on his ability to fight or even function normally. Compound that with the fact that he will keep on trying to get back up and he’s a risk to himself after being injured. Also he is ignorant of some knowledge that would be common information among locals and as such may find himself easily lost or making a faux pas in conversation that most others would not. This also goes for the Matrix system; his family distrusted such things for the most part allowing their personal techmancers to deal with it on their behalf. However he finds the idea very interesting and has almost instantly started researching it as soon as he arrived in America. Vanity is one last thing that could be taken advantage of. Flattery and drawn pictures of himself can be used to distract him and get the better of him. He even carries around a small drawing of himself done by an old friend of his to this day but he won’t admit it. Background: Born and raised in Anglesey, an island in the northwest of Britain, Marcus is part of Anderson family, a small corporation in their own right. Having produced numerous forms of bio armour (A type of removable cybernetic enhancement.Think of a small mech hardwired into your body allowing for organic style movement and quick responses) and selling them across the world for past 4 centuries the family is made of old and new money alike. Exercising an iron grip on its lands the family got rid of all mutants as they appeared preserving, as they put it, a true society. Marcus was brought up to respect these ideals and fight for them. Put through classes of every kind to ensure he was good enough for the family, Marcus endured a lot as a child even if he did live in the lap of luxury. However as part of the family he was also a target and during one of his combat classes (Anderson’s were expected to protect the families interests by any means necessary) a shadowrunner made her way into the mansion. Attacking from the shadows she managed to slash Marcus’ arm as he fell away from her. Marcus’ instructor a former soldier managed to drive her off but the blade she had been using was poisoned. Seeing no other alternative he cut off part of Marcus’ arm to save him. Marcus and the shadow runner survived that day. The instructor was put to death by the family for his brash actions. Ever since Marcus hated his family but he kept up with his classes, biding bis time so he could change the family peacefully and from within. But during his 18th year he stumbled upon one of the families darker secrets. That night he barred up the family mansion lit it on fire and left. Taking some of his family’s wealth and enough supplies for the journey he started making his way to America to avoid revenge from some of his father’s more influential friends. Marcus has recently arrived in New Seattle and taken residence in a hotel in one of the seedier districts as he has little idea of where to actually go in the city of in his life in general. Free falling through life he’s desperately looking for a hand hold no matter what or who it is. 7. Rise-chan as Victorique: Spoiler:PICTURE: STATS: (7) Body (8) Mind (8) Soul (95/125) Health Points (80/110) Energy Points (19) Shock Value (7/10) Combat Attack (5/8) Combat Defense (30/53) Max. Possible Unarmed Damage DESCRIPTION: Name: Riselotte Alexandre Shadowname: Victorique Gender: Female Race: My apologies but, you're not allowed to know yet. Age: You don't ask a lady's age! Appearance: Riselotte has white and smooth skin and is a "proper" lady. Her shiny blond hair is the perfect combination with her face for her looks. A man would think, "This is too good to be true!" after gazing upon the feminine air that shrouds her. Vermillion-ish purple eyes which are quite rare can be seen when one looks at her face. Surprisingly, the eyes not only add to her beauty and grace, they can also bring in the horror to the minds of those who witnesses her sadistic and darker side after the hidden nature is revealed, which usually contradicts the enchanting smile she puts up around people in order to associate with them to eventually use them for benefits. Personality: When one would first meet Riselotte, or at least meet her the first few times; they'd find themselves graced by an usual aristocrat: well-manners, proper etiquette, eloquence in speeches, and a radiant smile flaunting pure confidence to top it off. Though, one would realize that she almost never apologies for just about anything to mere commoners. She feels that she'd belittle her image too much if done so. She is always polite when getting to know people and strangers, someone close to her would see a more different side of her, though. But getting close to her in itself can prove to be a tedious task. On the inner side, she has a sadistic side to herself. She can be very mean and not even for a moment would she hesitate to use people to have her way; commoners are merely pawns on the chessboard, all she has to do is to use them efficiently in order to achieve victory. She has a superiority complex, and as such, she looks down on everyone excluding certain top-classed people of novelty of whom are mostly elves, none else have won her true respect so far. This has caused her to have a low opinion of the beings on the world. And of course, if the people of the world is practically lower than her, then she has to look good yes? She can't possibly dress up and act like everyone else, that's equal to being a mere mongrel! And hence, she will always cater to her looks, dresses, and keep up utmost elegance anytime, even when none looks up to her. For it is to not show people that she is better, it is to keep it true to herself that she is above the people of the world. Skills/Powers: The capability to manipulate certain elements. Weaknesses: - Hate towards commoners. - Her socializing skills to manipulate people can be broad sometimes, Riselotte tends to end up making bad connections. Basically, she ends up trying to use people who comes back to cause her nothing but unnecessary trouble. - Insults. If it's one thing that can cloud Riselotte's judgement, it's her pride crumbling apart. Background: Riselotte was born long ago. One would say "countless" to describe this. One of the country she enjoyed living in was England, which always exudes the feeling of novelty and grace. Riselotte was born to a family of special beings. More so, her parents were these inhumans beings who masked themselves as humans perfectly under the society while at the same time; they had quite the high status along those of the higher-classed society. In order to properly blend in with the humans, Riselotte was taught proper etiquette, manners, socialization skills, even acting and fighting - this explains her current personality. Fighting as in, fighting with magic, after all Riselotte is a magician. Weapons exactly were not her forte at that time. Riselotte's parents one day disappeared due to reasons that were unknown to her at that time. She waited, waited, and waited, but they never returned. Riselotte tried desperately to find her parents, even going as far as hiring people to find her missing guardians, only to find their corpses laid on a large pond far away from her home. Her parents dying was already a fact hard to swallow, now she had to face the fact that she was no longer living with her family. She was now practically alone on her mansion, along with her maids. Even though she was technically not "alone," her maids never seemed to provide much feeling of presence around her, due to them not being blood-related. And hence, the mansion felt like a desolate place; an empty home. A large, gloomy shelter. Riselotte soon a decided that she should stop mourning in grief and prepare for the worst that haunted her. Her parents died, and it was definitely not an accident, it was a scheme, a plot well-played from behind the curtains, like a puppeteer having his dolls dance at the whim of his will. Whoever killed her parents may come after her one day. Riselotte thus hits the house that her family once constructed years ago, though it was old and locked, she managed to find the key to it at home, on her parents' room. It was well hidden. The house presented Riselotte it's collection of books, many shelves and stacks of old books of magic, all wrapped under dusts and cobwebs. Riselotte was first forced to just go back home and call upon her dutiful maids to clean the place for her. Once cleaned, she finally started reading all the books. Upon reading the books, some of them contained same knowledge, and hence, she went over some facts, stories, strict rules and magics, over and over as she read through them, later having practically inscribed under her brain. After several years, Riselotte was still undone with the books, there were too many of them, and just to review some facts, she re-read some of them from time to time. She spent what felt like months, no years on just reading. Time was uncounted for and her maids started to worry about her so much that they decided to keep an eye on her everyday and deliver lunch, food and other necessities to her when required. Riselotte could hardly care about the anxiety and devotions of her maids. Now that she found something so interesting and... addictive. Riselotte was utterly engrossed. Yes, she grew passion for reading and learning. While it's true that she entered the library with the intention of learning magic in the first place, she ended up reading old novels and stories in there too. She made the ideal objective to read through every single books and see through to it. Time passed and before one would know, it was already 2011, the time of Awakening. This was when Riselotte had the chance to put her vast knowledge to use and practice her spells, she was already done with the old library. She later decided to finally venture out of her home for good; rather than stay on this terribly old mansion, even though it's where lots of memories lied, especially those of family, but this is what she needed to take a long or perhaps an eternal break from. Her maids who had already turned into half-inhuman beings by the aristocrat girl, did lots of researching for her and searched out the best place for her; Seattle. Rather than traveling around the world, which seemed like a tedious task that would be done at the absence of a mansion as a home most of the time, she felt the need to just move to a better and more advanced city. Though by the time she shrugged off her laziness... or better explained; busyness, it was past 2017 when she actually moved to the city. Once moved, Riselotte had a harsh time getting used to the environment, it took years to get accustomed to the shiny place. Riselotte spent lots of time to blend in with the society as someone with a concrete social standing with money. After all, her old location weren't very trendy, she barely had knowledge about the changes of the world as she barely kept record of time until her maids started filling in the details. She used to barely watch the television too, her interest regarding it were piqued after being done with the books from the library. While being the sage of magical knowledge due to the literary contents and informations from the books; she felt outdated, so felt left-behind, and she wanted to get back on the track, associate with people, and get to know things. Riselotte hence started working hard to understand people. She decided to redo her education and in doing so, she learned lots of new things. She tried taking on many types of lessons at once, such as singing lessons, dancing lessons and even martial arts. But martial arts was going a little too far and thus proved to not fit her style. So she made the decision to forgo learning such lethal arts and techniques. But she took her time with learning many things, since she fancied reading, she visited many libraries and borrowed books everyday. She borrowed so many books that she ended up creating a library of her own new at home and thus her passion strived through the new generation, that is, until she realized that most of the novels and stories were boring. Much of these books barely contained the type of text which used to move her heart and spirit so much. Granted, they provided more and more knowledge. Knowledge is indeed power, but without the drive that encourages one to gain it; it's only a matter of time until she stops dealing with it. By the time Riselotte completely adapted to the humans, she lived years too peacefully in Seattle for years until starting to get associated with the corporations as they deemed her to be someone very useful, or so the rumors surrounding her pointed them. They hired her, only because they felt the wish to put her magic to use and see the results. Throughout the years, she went on many "missions," or so her contractors liked to call them; for her gains. And her abilities allowed her to gain respect. Now she held great influence and respect not only in the outside, but also on the inside, with the name Victorique. 8. Bartre as Charon: Spoiler:STATS: (4) Body (5) Mind (5) Soul (45) Health Points (50/70) Energy Points (9) Shock Value (4) Combat Attack (2) Combat Defense (18) Max. Possible Unarmed Damage DESCRIPTION: Name: William Fornier Shadowname: Charon (I decide when you get on this boat to hell buddy. Whats that? No thats not Hades, and no I don't think I'm a major god, maybe a minor one though.) Gender: Male Race: Human SURGE, Changeling Age: 28 Looks: I was one of the lucky ones, SURGE gave a lot of my friends characteristics they wish the didn't have, things that made them impossible to miss: Wings, horns, tails, hell one of them even got an exoskeleton, a damned Corinthian helmet, guys impossible to headbutt but it doesn't really matter when a stab to the thigh puts him down just the same. But I digress, midnight blue hair(natural) cropped short and brown eyes. I've been told that I look a little above average, but I guess that comes from the rest of me. At five foot ten inches, I spend a lot of time crafting myself, making myself as atheletic as possible, I don't run incredibly fast but I can run for a long time, I can't punch a hole through a wall, but I sure as hell can dent it. Yeah it's not really what people look for in body guards, they want that giant hulking build, Harlequin bless evolutionary psychology. In my opinion being big, bulky and mean looking means you just get shot, blasted, evaporated, eviscerated or even melted first which is fine by me, when you inevitably bring in the big muscles I'll probably be the only one left to collect my pay, you can bet I'll be charging extra. Personality: Calm and quiet, Charon excels at hiding his real emotions. He can see both sides of an argument and often moves to create a compromise and is always willing to lend a hand to aquaintences and hear people's problems. Underneath the acquiescing mask lies a wit begging to snark at everything and anything. Despite the nature of the world he is determined to give people the benefit of the doubt, probably just to spite it. Slow to anger and easy to forgive, he has difficulties letting past mistakes go, often spending countless hours agonizing over things that were often out of his control and even more about things that were. He can count on one hand how many people he considers true friends, but he can say with certainty that if those few needed his arm he would give it in an instant. Hates racists, speciests, classists, people with an unjustfied sense on entitlement and morons, not that those people would know. Events have forged him to be emotionally resillient and world saavy.Has an unreasonable fear of Nutella but curiously not peanut butter. Given his specialty as a bodyguard, Charon has learned when to be forceful when needed, but only when necessary, being pushy all the time tends to burn more energy after all. Skills/Powers: Powerful senses, I can smell what someone has had for dinner a day after, see far beyond most humans, hear the quietest mouse. (Thanks SURGE!) I pick up things a bit easier than most do for some reason, don't know why. A mystical adept, I tend to use both schools for different purposes. On the Adept side I do my damned best to make sure I'm harder than hell to take down and fast enough to dance away from whatever can take me down. On the Hermetic side lies all of my flashier options, I'm a firm believer in the best offense is a good defense, thus, I focus more on shield/armor effects and the occasional healing spell. My only directly offensive spells tend to be the most basic of spells, but when all you got is a hammer you either get really good with a hammer or you learn subtle things that make the hammer blow up between you and the other guy, good thing you got that armor huh? Still don't hold a candle to most offensively minded mages, I'm no miracle healer and a pure defensive mage will out barrier me, but I'm talking PURE defensive mage here. So whats a defensively minded body-guard supposed to do when he can't magic someone to death? Well, you could just shoot him. I put some long hours into my marksmanship, I'm not a crack-shot with pistols, but I get by. If that fails you could try to close and take him hand to hand, that shit is painful, but most mages react poorly to you getting in their face. Weaknesses: Perfume, no seriously. One job had me guarding some jumped up whore, it was some easy money, most runners who would take the bounty are chumps. Turns out he almost got his job done when he threw a bottle at me in desperation, stupid of me for not modifying the solid barrier in front of me to stop it but it happened. It broke on my face and I swear I almost died, the smell was just that powerful. I still pushed the bastard out the window but it took all my willpower to not just tear off my nose. I try not to guard whores, only classy courtesans now, the ones with the sense to put perfume somewhere where scruffy bodyguards like me don't knock them down. On that note I don't take super bright light or super loud noises very well, which unfortunately occurs more than it should, stupid flashbangs, making me spend mana on wards. (READ: LUDICROUS SMELLS IN A SHORT PERIOD OR THINGS THAT OVERLOAD SENSES.) I'm no specialist, I can't flay a fool with my mind that well, I can't regrow an arm (maybe a nub, that counts right?), and I can't shield a damned idiot from the combined powers of three combat mages, I dabble in the first two and actively pursue the third but I just don't put as much time others do. In the same vein, my personal enhancments aren't S tier, but I'd be willing to say they're above average. I'm a generalist in most of my fields, you want a sniper that gets flayed magically, you don't hire me, you want a wall making machine that can't defend himself that well when the walls come down, you don't hire me, you want a walking apocalypse with the constitution of paper, you don't hire me, you want a master martial artist who can't fight at long range, you don't hire me. I'll be the first to admit it, I'm not a grizzled veteran, I don't have ALL the experience in the world, but I'm still pretty damn good. Background: SURGE meant a lot of things for different people. For a kid like me, born a mite before Halley's Comet came hurtling through space to visit Earth's general area it meant a drastic change to society, one that barely settled down before fate decided to fuck with us again. My parents were relieved that I only had blue hair and enhanced senses, but my friends weren't as lucky. I couldn't believe it as I grew up, UGE and Goblinization already happened, why were people, yeah thats right PEOPLE, being put down for something out of their control? I was a bully hunter as a kid, I didn't care if you were as ugly as troll, sported a helmet exoskeleton, had talons, giant wings (but man was I jealous of those that did), or were born poor or rich, asian or black, if you hurt people I hurt you, didn't hurt that most people never expected that really quiet asian kid to suddenly go berserk after seemingly befriending you. Word got out and I somehow I found myself leading a gang of kids and teens, we watched for our own, the rest of the world could go fuck itself as long as we weren't bothered. I like protecting people, I liked being that valiant knight that seemed to have vanished from the world, didn't hurt that chicks were attracted to me for being awesome and manly. At least Mia thought so. Me at the head, Garm as my right hand, Aegis as the brains (and the legs, but I'd never say that to her face, or to Garm for that matter), and Mia as our heart, we were best friends. I'd give my arm for those nuts, and they'd give me theirs. I think I liked being this sorta Hero of Justice the most because it meant I was sticking a middle finger to the world that seemed to take sadistic joy in making people's lives as shitty as possible. Still, life wasn't super easy, but we were satisfied with our lot, we had family in the form of our little gang and the few families that didn't hate their kids for being different, food in our bellies, places to sleep and the Matrix. Naturally, it got worse for us as it's wont to do, come 2069, and a pair of earthquakes put down our little town. My family, Garm, Aegis, Mia, and Nexus' families were safe in Florida on a trip we all saved up money for, the rest? Not so lucky. The worse part? the Corporations in the area and the wealthy? They did jack shit, just enough to give the impression they were doing something. I was 19 then, (and with the benefits of hindsight, dumb as a brick)and I hated them more than I hated anything else. I'm not proud to admit that we did stupid shit. Domestic terrorism says hi but at least we only targeted wealthy "humanitarians" we weren't the only ones. You don't go attacking the economic elite without learning some skills from people who hate them just as you do. Still we got luckier than a god damn leprechaun when we tried to take our revenge, but even leprechauns get caught. It cost us Mia, our heart, and more than that. We stopped doing stupid shit and began to gear ourselves for the future but we Never.Stopped. Hating. Not just the corporations, but ourselves and the world. Eventually we moved on but it was hard, especially for me. I will always hate myself for getting her killed but I will live, I promised her. I don't blame her pops for trying to kill me , but I promised. Eventually we made up, but he will never forgive me, just as I will never forgive him for beating her and his wife. I became a Runner with some of the skills I acquired, gradually acquiring more as I attended lessons on damn near everything magical and pistol related while refining what I already learned. Garm and Aegis got hitched and are average citizens, working for Horizon. What the future holds I don't know but I will live until I'm old as shit. I promised. IMPORTANT NPCs: Sandman: [spoil][b]PICTURE: DESCRIPTION: Name: Sandy, Rua, Ginger or simply RED (pun intended) Shadowname: Sandman Gender: definitely female Race: human, more or less Age: 35 Looks: Long thick wavy red hair, poison green eyes, pale skin and freckles make her a true gaelic Rua (irish for "redhead"). Wearing mostly tight clothing, showing off her "qualities", but still trying to keep it simple by sticking either to black, khaki green or army patterns. Personality: Seems generally unpredictable and instable, constantly drinking, smoking and swearing like ... well ... a drinking and smoking sailor. Half of her swears indicate her irish heritage. Seemingly gets off on simple pleasures like steak, pear cider and havanitas. Likes to flirt with everything and everyone, including lascivious and seductive behavior even in her fighting style. Skills/Powers: She's a walking tank and killing machine, stuffed with cyberware. The impact of her fist equals the one of a bullet shot from a heavy pistol in close range. Her favorite weapons are a huge custom made revolver, which is linked to her cyberware and shoots sniper-bullets, which she lovingly calls her "babby" (irish slang for "baby"), and a monofilament wakizashi, which was a gift from one of her former team-members for her 30th birthday. Weaknesses: The amount of cyberware tends to make her psycho-physically instable, up to the point of dozing off in the middle of doing or saying something. Background: Not much is known about her, most of the Shadowtalk actually considers her to be male. She's in business for about 15 years and got her Shadowname due to the fact, that she's "putting people to (eternal) sleep". Sandman is said to be extremely dangerous and most wouldn't want to cross guns with this almost legendary 'runner.[spoil]

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ToyManC Forgot my safe word

12 years ago

Coming to the locked Iron door, leading to the basement, Rufus continued to scan his usual contacts. There were some small-change jobs, but nothing worth the trouble. Digging into his pocket, he pulled out the simple ring of keys and sorted through the vast assortment. He had a copy of every key in the whole complex, but he quickly found the one he wanted for he'd tagged each one and only a glance showed him the correct key. A chorus of, Dinner! rang in his mind, as the key turned in the old fashioned lock. His friends were hungry. The door opened on a concrete stairway, dimly lit, and Rufus locked the door behind him as he passed through.

Halfway down the stair, a pair of feet came into view, standing beside his door, and he froze in shock for a moment before continuing. Cursing himself for calling dinner before getting to his apartment, Rufus was unsurprised to see his fixer, Emmet Trager. A former shadowrunner, and one of the few surviving people he considered a friend, Trager had retired from being a gun for hire to being a fixer. He was the only person entrusted with a key, not that he could get through the second lock on the apartment door.

"Rudy," the man greeted him, casually, leaning against the wall beside the door.

"Trigger," Rufus nodded, using his friend's old nickname.

Trager was human, and well into his 40's. He could still handle any weapon ever made, but now preferred a quieter life. Dressed in an old fashioned trench coat, he looked more like a spy than a gunman, but his dark brown eyes were still keen and penetrating.

"Come on in," Rufus invited, opening his apartment door with a thought. It was equipped with a state-of-the-art electronic lock, and protected by his Fault sprite, Slowpoke. No one could bypass it easily. Dinner! his rats cried, happily, but squeaked in fear as Emmet passed through the portal. They scattered and hid under the furniture.

The interior of the apartment was well appointed, and comfortable, unlike the appearance of its owner. But that was understandable, since Rufus actually owned the apartment complex, through a collection of dummy investors. It helped keep his cover safe, so he couldn't get fired for going on the occasional side-job.

"Still living with these rodents?" Emmet joked, running his fingers through his sandy, blond hair. He was the only one who could joke with Rufus about his friends without raising an angry response.

"Why don't you tell me what brings you to the middle of Auburn, in the middle of the night, while I feed them," Rufus commented, refusing to rise to the jibe. "I didn't get a flicker of anything big on the Matrix." He grabbed a bag of soy-treats from a cupboard and proceeded to fill a bowl in the kitchen. Six large wire-enhanced rats ran for the bowl, fear forgotten, followed by three younger rats who were still being trained.

Edit-"There's a meeting set, at the Barn Burner, I have a cab waiting outside," Emmet began. He opened his coat briefly, exposing the pistol he carried in his shoulder harness.

"I hate face-to-face!" Rufus grumbled, as he put the treats back in the cabinet, but his stomach growled at the thought of good food. "Any idea of the job, or pay?"

"Not yet, but it feels high profile," Emmet didn't seem too worried, "and profitable. Interested?"

Composing his answer, he mentally called out, 'Speedy, Jerry.' His Courier and Crack sprites materialized in his peripheral vision. They looked just like the cartoon mice they were named for. 'Remote task: Analyze the security of the Barn Burner restaurant, especially the security camera feeds, wait for me on that node before attempting access.'

*Task Received* came an immediate reply, and they disappeared.

"I guess I better change," Rufus agreed, "I've been wading in drek, today."

With a grin, Emmet said, "I noticed."

They spoke of little, beyond old times, as Rufus briefly showered and changed into a well made, but fashionably neutral suit. 'It pays to not stand out,' he thought, as he dressed. On consideration, however, he tucked his Taser into his belt. That wouldn't be conspicuous on a traveler at night, and was fairly non-threatening. He added a hacked SINcard (under the name: Abner Harrison, and a credstick with 500Y. Calling up Harrison's face on the Matrix, Rufus subtly altered his appearance to match it. Emmet, used to such things, said nothing.

Sally, Jack, Sneak: Watch the doors. Tim, Ace, Carol: Stay here, and keep the kids from wandering, Rufus instructed his friends, silently. "Let's go," he added, verbally to Emmet, "You're paying the cab!"

I have yet to peruse a street map of Seattle, so I don't know the address of the complex, yet. If you have a suggestion, let me know. It is hard to find a good list of weapons for the Shadowrun game, but I assume Tasers still exist, or something like it.

Cinia Pacifica Ojou-sama Writer

12 years ago

After Riselotte listened to Emily. Who simply offered the job without divulging the details, she knew that it was her job so she had to at least act professional and not actually reveal the details... more like, it's just how things are.

Riselotte accepted the job and inquired where she had to visit to inquire further information regarding it.

One of her maids then came in, greeted the commoner and the Mistress and putted down two glasses of juices for the two. Riselotte's eyes were unmoved by the disturbance and just allowed them to fulfill general courtesy. The maid then took her leave.

((OOC: Sorry if I couldn't write a longer post but a longer one was completely unnecessary.))

Bartre

12 years ago

A grunt escapes my lips as I shrug on my "business suit". I mentally backspace as I check to see if Altair was jamming my ribs. Business suit was stretching it. It really was more of a long coat, slacks and dress shirt affair. A little too light and soft for my liking even if the coat was Kelmar. Still it was better than no armor and voluminous enough that no one would notice Altair in her holster. One does not walk into such a fine establishment in obvious armor after all.

A quick comlink check maps out the quickest path to The Barn Burner and I'm on my way. A brisk walk never hurt anyone, sides nothing helps wake me up better than the deluge of senses that assault me the moment I step out of my door. Sorting them out keeps me from getting sleepy.

As I walk, I began to feel out this potential contract.
This late meant that it was probably a middle to upper middle level suit with a job that straddled the dark side of runs, and the choice of restaurant meant that they still made a fair amount of money or had high minimum standards, probably both given that it was near the wee hours of the morning. All in all it probably meant that Aegis had somehow decided to find me a job that was both dangerous and high paying just as I settled in to relax. Typical.

I arrive a little before the appointed time, a little surprised to see how brisk business was. I check my commlink, biting back a curse as the time in Fukuoka appeared instead of Seattle. Stupid machine. A little fiddling and I find myself just ten minutes early, just as planned.

For once I was going to be the one waiting, the shock that would be on Aegis' face filled me with child-like glee before reality checks back in as I am immediately intercepted by a waiter who leads me over to a booth in the back.

One of these days Aegis...One of these days...

She smirks, that infuriating "I-know-you-just-tried-to-outwit-me-but-that-failed-I'm-awesome-period" smirk.

I wave away the waiter as he motions for my coat. He leaves with minimum fuss, SURGE meant that some people had plenty to hide. Given my midnight blue hair he must have guessed I was hiding something else. Smart kid.

"A little early aren't we?" She began as I sat, simultaneously taking in all the wonderful smells of meat rotating on the spit, potatoes being baked to crispy perfection, fine wines, being consumed and the scent of wood smoke that blocked out less appetizing smells.

"Harumph," was my articulate and succinct reply.

If anything her expression grew even more smug.

"Well? Whats the deal?"

"Aww, someone's butt hurt he got read like a book again." She cooed.

"One of these days Aegis." I mock threatened with a fist. "I don't know how your man deals with you, must have even more patience than I gave him credit for."

"It helps that he's smarter than you." was her prompt reply.

"Nah," I shot back "he must keep you quiet by hoisting you up and pushing you up against a wall. By the time he's done you probably can't even talk." I said with a snicker as she flushes a deep crimson that makes her hair seem bleached in comparison. 25 years old and still couldn't handle anything remotely dirty in nature, in this age of commlinks she was as prudish as a Catholic school girl. Smart as hell, emotionally Victorian. A walking miracle.

I order a glass of water as spluttering noises come from across the table before she suddenly goes quiet. Suddenly I was the one wearing the smirk. She sighs and I know business was on.

NeoStriker

12 years ago

I tell my contact I accept. I promptly finish my tea while the booming beats of some trance-techno dies off and then the thrash and hymn of a classical violin-rock metal picks up elsewhere. Downtown AR at midnight, huh... I drift the KeyCar into a parking space and wait for my contact's response.

Damienthedevil

12 years ago

As Cronis looked at the info in IC card, he was shocked.

"Title: "Big" Job
- The reward is 100,000ï¿¥ <3.

Cronis almost facepalmed himself when he read the message. I'm gonna regret this later. Definitely. was what he thought as he walked on the streets. Cronis wrote a short 'Okay' as he replied to Nikky's comm.

Cronis went on to one of the convenience stores and bought some food and sweets. The choice was largely varied from soy-based meat and fish to synthetic chocolate. Cronis payed with his comm and left. He also went into a bookstore and picked an e-book from the fiction's recommended selection section.

Cronis walked into the "dirtier" parts of the slums and a big church like building was there. The "church" was a very old building that looked like it would fall apart and crumble anytime. He opened the rusty gate and some kids in rags that were playing in the yard stopped and rush towards him.

"It's Cro!" a small human girl with a prosthetic arm, Chloe spoke energetically.
"Yay! Did you buy chocolate you promised?" an elvan boy with an eye patch, Sam excitedly said.

Cronis gave a soft smile and pat Sam on the head,"Of course I did. Now bring these in to Leila for me."
"Okay!" Sam replied with a big grin.

Cronis picked up Chloe and walked into the building. Cronis saw Annie, a human girl with a prosthetic leg and some burn scar on her face, sitting on a chair beside the door reading intently into an e-book. Putting Chloe down, he took out the book he bought and gave it to Annie as he crouched down to her height.

"There you go. Not sure if you'll like it. It was in the recommended section" Annie looked up slightly from her book and nodded slightly when she saw it.
"I'll leave it here then." Cronis left the book by her side and stood up as he ruffled Annie's short hair.

"You're here!" a voice sounded from behind him as stood up. Cronis looked behind him and a human in an old skirt that looks like it came from a 16th century maid stood there with a ladle in her right hand. "Oh no. I'm not done with dinner!"
"No need to panic, Leila. I was early. I brought some stuff as well."
"You didn't have to! Oh, just wait for another 20 minutes! I swear!" Leila rushed into the kitchen again hurriedly.

Cronis gave a bitter smile as the kids, Chloe and Sam snickered covering their mouths with their hands.
"Leila is always panicky when you're here, Cro!" Chloe laughed.
"Yeah, yeah, she's so obvious. Right~~." Sam knudged Annie.
"......*Nods*" Annie nodded slightly at Sam's question.

Cronis scratched his head and played with the children until dinner.

"DINNER!" Leila's voice resounded from the kitchen. Cronis and the kids walked into the dining hall next to the kitchen and sat down as Leila put out a large pot of stew and a big plate of bread and some chicken nuggets.

After dinner, Cronis and Leila sat down and talk in the foyer.
"Is everything alright while I was gone? I was away for quite a long time."
"We're doing great. Oh, but Chloe's arm are getting a little stiff and Annie might have grown taller so we'll have to do some adjustments to her prosthetic leg."
"Yeah, I'll bring them to one of my acquaintance when I'm done with the next job."
"......You're doing some dangerous job again aren't you....?" Leila said in a low voice.
"........I don't know the details yet but it's good pay. It'll definitely help the kids."
"Why can't you just find a safer job? We can just live here and just eat simple stuff!" Leila teared up as she said that.
".....I can't. I don't know any other way to live. Peace ....is not for me. I've killed all my life, this is my way of life. Sorry, Leila."

Cronis stood up and walked out of the church, leaving Leila sobbing. This is the way it should be.

Cronis headed back into the main road as his comm vibrated slightly as a message from Nikky showed up with directions to the location of the meeting place.

Not sure if I should say the location is the Barn Burner. Btw, I need a list or specification on the weapons available in this game.

littleRED

12 years ago

Rise-chan wrote...

Emily politely declines the juice and gives you the address on Council Island.

It's the Council Island Inn. A luxury hotel on the shore of Council Island's northern tip. It is a modern marvel of green architecture and design that blends harmoniously with the surrounding environment. The Inn is often reserved for ambassadors and diplomats and their staff, although rooms are sometimes available for general occupancy.

There is a room reserved for you under the name "Leblanc". You are to go there and wait for further instructions.

//It's a luxury hotel in the middle of a small forrest. And the "room" is actually one of the biggest suites of the inn.//

littleRED

12 years ago

Kheldar wrote...

Something reaches for your neck and grabs you, pulling you back from the door. It's a feeling like your spine's being crushed in a vise. The amount of pressure is just enough to make you wince in pain and see stars, but not to crack your bones.

"No, no, we mustn't touch that, kiddo." The female voice that purrs into your ear is husky and you can feel hot breath against your ear, sending shivers down your body.

And then you're twirled around in a swift move and pushed down the alley back to the street again. You stumble a few steps and turn around to get a closer look at whoever captured you ... and your eyes meet poison green ones, a sea of red hair, a smug grin and fleshy curves wrapped in shiny black rubber.

Spoiler:

"Aren't we a desperate lil boy. You must be insane with hunger to even think about trying to go through a secured door without the proper authorization."

She doesn't even wait for you to react, the next second she's already pressing you with against the wall. Squeezing your throat hard enough to make it a bit harder to breathe.

She was so quick, you didn't even see her move and her grip makes it absolutely clear to you that you are no match for her strength.

She starts feeling you up, her free hand roaming your body - bringing a deep blush to your face - while she removes whatever tools and weapons you have on you.

When she's done, she looks you straight into your face and narrows her eyes.

"As far as I can see, you're a good kid. A good kid, but incredibly stupid. But hey, I'm in a good mood tonight, so here's the suggestion: You either stay put now and join me for dinner or ... well, trust me, you don't want to find out."

She grins at you.

"Waddaya say, kiddo?"

And without awaiting your response, she grabs your upper arm firmly and drags you along towards the entrance of the restaurant.

littleRED

12 years ago

Bartre wrote...

The waiter brings you your glass of water and a glass of wine for Aegis.

She waits until he's gone and then lets out a big sigh, obviously not very pleased with what she is about to tell you.

"Look, I don't know much about what it is about either. I just know that it's twice as much, as the highest you ever got. I am not supposed to tell you anything before you accept. If you accept, you'll be given where and when to show up for further instructions."

She takes a big sip from the wine and continues.

"I've been contacted by another "friend", who's obviously dealing with the same guy and we set up an appointment. We're waiting here for her and hopefully get enough information to know if this thing is fishy."

The moment she finishes her sentence, a hostess leads up two men to your table. One of them approaches your Fixer and reaches out with one hand.

"Hello, Aegis. Nice to see you after such a long time."

Aegis smiles at him sourly.

"Yes, nice to see you too, Emmet. But please, take a seat. We're still waiting for our other friend to arrive."

//Look at my response to ToyManC. Your characters are now at the same table, together with your fixers.//

littleRED

12 years ago

ToyManC wrote...

The Barn Burner may not be one of those exclusive places, like they thave them in Downtown, but for Auburn it is more than classy enough.

That also means that the security is higher, in order to keeo the thugs outside.

Although it's late, the place seems still pretty full and crowded. The delicious taste of roasted meet and potatoes is in the air, promising real food and steep prices.

Trigger takes you inside into the waiting room, with one of those typical cute-looking hostesses behind the reception desk. He confirms the reservation and you're beeing led down by another hostess the hall, through a huge glass double-door into an area containing only booths.

The girls comes to a halt at the first booth and leaves you to yourself.

Inside sit a woman and a man.

Trigger approaches the table and holds out a hand towards the women.

"Hello, Aegis. Nice to see you after such a long time."

Aegis smiles at him sourly.

"Yes, nice to see you too, Emmet. But please, take a seat. We're still waiting for our other friend to arrive."

//Look at my response to Bartre. Your characters are now at the same table, together with your fixers.//

littleRED

12 years ago

Wordmangler2000 wrote...

As you anticipated correctly, the cab takes you to the restaurant taking only a few wrong turns on the way. For the money of course, it's not like he could fail to find the location with all the navigation systems and grids.

By the time you reach your destination, he made a few stops on the way to buy you evening wear and equip you with a Standard Credstick, happy to have driven you here completely for free.

The restaurant is named "The Barn Burner". The driver had informed you that this place is known for it's buffalo steaks and other "real" food.

You stand accross the street for a few moments. While you take in your sourroundings, a woman with fiercely red hair, dressed in tight black rubber comes around the corner of the building, dragging along a very frightened looking male adolescent, dissapearing through the front entrance.

//The red-haired woman is the woman who "captured" Marcus in the side-alley of the restaurant.//

littleRED

12 years ago

//Here's a link to a google-like map to Seattle: streetmap

And the current situation at the Barn Burner (i'll be updating the picture as the situation changes)://

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//And the Barn Burner and the Council Island Inn on the Seattle map://

Spoiler:

Cinia Pacifica Ojou-sama Writer

12 years ago

Riselotte nodded, showing an insignia of agreement. She will go to Council Island and occupy the hotel room assigned under the name of "Leblanc."

"Anything else I should be informed of?"

littleRED

12 years ago

Rise-chan wrote...

Emily shakes her head and sighs slightly.

"No, only that you are to go there asap." With these words, she excuses herself and leaves your house.

Cinia Pacifica Ojou-sama Writer

12 years ago

After Emily took her leave. She sighed. She's just as professional as always. To see a friend change so much, it's was a bit of a shock at first.

Guess she needs to make preparations for some moving and traveling now...

"I hope this doesn't turn out to be troublesome."

littleRED

12 years ago

NeoStriker wrote...

The response comes within a few minutes:

Council Island Inn, Roanoke Way. Room reservation on the name "Leblanc". Check into the suite and wait there for further instructions.

Attached to the message you find a visitor's pass for Council Island.

littleRED

12 years ago

Damienthedevil wrote...

The message is short and simple:
Council Island Inn, Roanoke Way. Room reservation on the name "Leblanc". Check into the suite asap and wait for further instructions.

Attached to the message you find a visitor's pass for Council Island.

//As I said in PM, pls cut down the amount to 100,000ï¿¥ (or better: don't mention it at all) - and I'll post a weapon-list on the discussion thread.//

ToyManC Forgot my safe word

12 years ago

Taking a seat at the table, without offering to shake hands with the woman, Aegis, or her companion, Rudy the Rat feigned disinterest. With his peripheral vision, as well as his senses that extended into the Matrix, he tried to determine what type of people they were. Access JackPoint, Login: RuDyTheR@t, Password: XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX. He sent mentally, through the Matrix. Once connected, he sent out: Request information on a fixer named: Aegis.

While pretending to read a menu, and waiting for someone to take his drink order, he called out mentally, Speedy - Jerry. He willed them to appear under the table, though he knew most folk could never detect them, unless actively trying to find them. They appeared immediately, and waited for instructions. Report security analysis, he ordered.

"So, what do you know of this job?" Emmet asked the female fixer, Aegis. Rudy listened for her answer, while also listening to the security report of his sprites. Before she could respond, however, the waitress came and asked for their drink order. Rufus 'Rudy' ordered Iced Tea, while Emmet ordered a SynthAle.

Sorry for the brevity, but I didn't want to speak for another PC's character, or NPC, so this is as much as I can think to do at the moment That map is awesome, by the way.

Kheldar

12 years ago

I'm not going to lie to myself, I am terrified of this women. I've been travelling by myself from Britain to Seattle for nearly a year now so I know how to handle myself mostly, but I had no chance to react. Now I've been stripped of my weapons and tools and am being manhandled by this woman into this restaurant. Thinking back on that I blush faintly again. She’s so...forward. Not even batting an eyelid when patting me down. And I have to admit that outfit does show off her....

Shaking my head violently I try to get a grip on myself, nows not the time and thats defiently not the women. I just need some time to think. Well we’re not in the restaurant yet maybe I could run? Even as the thought occurs we pass through the door. Well I still have my cybernetic arm, maybe she doesn’t know about that. No wait, damn, she must of felt it through my sleeve when umm... searching me. My mind carries on racing with ideas of a daring escape. But they all come to the same conclusion and I’m not too keen on pissing this lady off.

Sighing with defeat I slowly stop being dragged and rather start walking with her. The smell of the steak hits me again but this time rather than being a sweet temptation it seems like a rankling odour, reminding me of how stupid it was to take a risk for a slab of meat. I don’t live in a fairytale land where I can do daring deeds and get off scott free. It’s a real world with real consequences.

I swear to myself not to be so stupid again, that is if I get out of this situation in one piece. Remembering that women’s casual power I glance towards her, a grin is still plastered across her face. Well at least she doesn’t look like she’s gunna kill me or hand me over. I guess I’m just going to have to take her word at face value and trust her. I’m not going to be an idiot twice in one day.

We walk through the entrance and enter the restaurant proper, I’m going to keep my mouth shut until either spoken to or we get to a table. Actually looking over the setting of the restaurant I started to feel a bit more relaxed. While I hadn’t been taught how to handle random red headed women taking me out to a *surprise* meal I had been taught how to act the gentlemen. In a gesture of probably pointless courtesy I extend my arm to the mysterious women.

A single voice in my head begs me to explain what on earth I’m trying to do, playing the gentlemen to the women who’s just discovered me trying to sneak into the back entrance for a free meal.

Damienthedevil

12 years ago

Cronis felt the comm vibrating and checked the message. Council Island? I have a bad feeling about this. was Cronis' first thought. He could smell the bad vibes from a mile away. His instincts from his many years as a runner told him this job is nothing but trouble. No details, big reward, Council Island. That must be the worst combination ever.

Cronis had done several similar jobs like this. Each of them almost meant the end for him. If he had only refused it, he wouldn't have to go through it but as he already accepted, he will do it. That's his code; To finish the job once started.

Cronis made his way to his apartment at Union Hill taking a cab. When he reached his apartment, he went on to his bed and opened up a hidden compartment that contained many of his equipment. He put in his equipment and shut it back in. After that, he went on to his wardrobe and picked out a brand new leather jacket and a branded pair of trousers. He went to the washroom and cleaned himself up. He has to keep up appearances after all.

He took his car keys and headed down to the parking lot. He unlock his Honda-GM 3220 ZX Turbo and started the engine. He bought the car quite a while ago when he managed to get a good deal on it at 33,000ï¿¥. He modified the car to get hidden compartments that would hold a few weapons for emergency. He had 2 pistols and a Uzi 3 hidden. Of course these are only for emergency and he had tried not to force himself to resort to having to use it when he's out with this car.

He drove along Novelty Hill road and pass Bear Creek into route 502 all the way to the junction intersecting route 405 driving south into the E Channel Bridge that heads towards Council Island.

As he drove into Council Island, he was stopped by the local guard post. He flashed his commlink that contained the visitors pass and got instant access. He drove into Mercer Way and head into the Council Island Inn. As soon as he arrived, he gave his keys to the valet and headed into the lobby. The lobby of the inn was indeed huge. It had the sort of aura saying "this is a place for the rich, bitch." He felt disgusted at the thought of the kind of customers this place tend to. He walk to the reception counter and asked for the suite under the name "Leblanc" Leblanc. Heh, corporate humor, they totally suck at it.

Cronis was shown the way to the room. Cronis took a good look at his surroundings. The hallways were ridiculously and needlessly gorgeous. One would think he might have gone into a palace by mistake.

As he reached the suite in question, he opened the door and found himself clicking his tongue again. This is gonna be one helluva job.

littleRED

12 years ago

//And this is how the suite looks like in the Council Island Inn://

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