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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NeoStriker

12 years ago

These two are going to be useless. I pretty much double over, but am unable to laugh out loud. I've seen cats and dogs get along better than this. Oh, hm. I decide to flash an image of Princess and Darkwolf with a heart between them, along with a question mark.

Cinia Pacifica Ojou-sama Writer

12 years ago

"Cease that image please, including me with something like that is just... ugh."

Riselotte commented, almost disgusted.

littleRED

12 years ago

//@Bartre, ToyManC, Wordmangler and Kheldar://

"Sandy" lead them into one of the darker side-alleys, so she could talk to them a bit more serious. When everybody stands in close range to her, she starts talking.

"I am a 'runner just like you guys and obviously got the same job offer ... well ... except for kiddo here. He works for me."

She steps around a dumpster, gripping a huge black plastic sheet. Pulling it back, she reveals an old-style chopper* from the last century and starts pushing it out of its hiding place.

"I happen to know about the Johnson. He is known for his high paid jobs and mysterious hiring style. You don't get any information until the whole team is assembled and in a secured area.

Oh, and he likes to assemble teams of 'runners who never worked together.

Since you accepted the job, you should've by now gotten a message with the location and the order to go there asap. Visitors pass for the place included. It's the Council Island Inn on Council Island."

The moment she says that, Rudy's and Charon's commlinks give off their signals.

"I'm not yer boss, so you don't have to listen to me. But here's my advice: Take only the most necessary things with you on the island. If the red-skins smell something, you're as dead as a Jack in the box."

She climbs on the bike and manages to produce a starting key out of her tight pants and starts up the predatory sounding engine, turning to Marcus.

"You're shit-deep with us already, corner boy, I don't have to tell you that. Yer safest to stick to the doc for now, since I can't take ya with me on me bike." She sighs deeply.

"Doc, I trust your abilities to get the kid safely to the location. Don't go in there without me."

She finally looks back at Charon and Rudy: "I assume you're perfectly capable of reaching the inn by yourself. I guess, I'll see you there."

With that she pulls off her helmet from one the bike's handle bars and flashes them a wide grin before she puts it on.

"And btw.: I'm Sandman."

And then she's gone, the roar of the massive chopper fading in the distance.

//*Corner boy: Irish slang for somebody who hangs around aimlessly on the streets, used by older people.

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Damienthedevil

12 years ago

Cronis looked at the image that N put out and gave a mocking laugh.

"Heh. You sure you ain't getting the wrong image for prissy over there?".

Flaser OCD Hentai Collector

12 years ago

Damienthedevil wrote...

Cronis looked at the image that N put out and gave a mocking laugh.

"Heh. You sure you ain't getting the wrong image for prissy over there?".

As things are about to heat up even more, the door opens and in walks Dussack. His gaze sweeps the Runners assembled while he removes and pockets the mirror-shades he wore for his trip.

"Leblanc?" - he inquires, with a nod to Victorique as she seems the best dressed, prissy and stuck up, as her face is still contorted in a frown of indignity. Not waiting for an answer, he strolls to the middle of the room, plopping down in an armchair of the dining table, so he dominates the space.

ToyManC Forgot my safe word

12 years ago

With a glance at his comlink, for form's sake, Rudy considered his situation. 'Council Island, eh?' he thought. His tazer was perfectly legal, and with the visitor's pass I should be able to pass security with no problems. Accessing his comlink, mentally, he put out a call for a cab to meet him about a block down the street, on the corner. Following Sandman's example, he left the alley, without a word to the others.

Taking a right, from the alley, he walked to the corner and spied a small convenience store. Luckily, with GridCab service came a GPS trace so you could know when your cab will arrive. He had a few minutes.

Purchasing a bag of cheese flavored soy-chips and a bad cup of coffee, he waited at the corner for his cab to arrive. Once the cab arrived, he got in the back and told the interface, "Sea-Tac Airport."

"Destination confirmed," the cab responded, with an artificially friendly voice. Getting in the seat, Rudy concentrated on his clothing, and his suit went from being a dull gray color to a vivid white with red edging around the collar, lapels and cuffs.

Opening his bag of chips, and trying not to think about steak and roasted potatoes, he ate and sipped his coffee. He was finished with both before he arrived at the airport. He paid the cab with a flick of the comlink.

Walking in the airport, he made a show of checking flight arrival times, before going into the nearest restroom. Once there, he waited several minutes in the stall before altering his clothing again, once again gray. Tossing his jacket over his shoulder, like a traveler weary of wearing it, he walked out of the airport terminal and over to the cab stand.

He didn't spot anyone physically following, not that it meant they weren't, but this job already had him paranoid. Getting in the first cab available, a Yellow Cab, he told the driver, "Council Island Inn, as quick as you can."

"Security's pretty tight on the island, you got clearance, Chummer?" the driver asked, in an offhand manner. Rudy just grunted, it was a dumb question. Glancing behind him, he looked for any obvious tails, but saw nothing. With a thought, he changed his suit to a rich, dark blue color with a moving pattern of light blue diamonds on it. "Neat trick," the cabbie observed, he was paying too much attention. "Wish I had threads that wiz." Rudy didn't respond.

"This your first trip to Seattle?" the driver probed.

"No, I live here," Rudy snapped, "so don't try running up the meter."

The rest of the trip passed in silence, and when the cab reached the security checkpoint, a quick flash of his visitor's pass cleared them through. As they rolled to a stop at the front entrance of the lavish Council Island Inn, Rudy inspected the cab driver's license and said, "Fuzzy memories get good tips, understand Mr. Velasquez?"

Pausing briefly, somewhat shocked, the driver replied, "Yes . . ., Ma'am."

"Very good," Rudy soothed, and added a 25Y tip to the payment.

Taking in the beauty of the Inn, Rudy stepped past the doorman and into the lobby. Trying to look like a tourist, he ogled everything as he walked to the front desk and gave the man the name, "LeBlanc."

With quiet efficiency, he was escorted to the suite of rooms, and entered.

Damienthedevil

12 years ago

A man suddenly walked in and asked a question out of nowhere. Cronis looked at him but dismissed him as the client as he asked the question. He felt that he should at least introduce himself. "Shadow Fang."

Kheldar

12 years ago

I stare down at the Doctor. She stares back at me for a moment. Its an awkward moment. I glance back at the dwindling chopper, its a damn nice bit of kit, thats easy to see.

"Shit" I say out loud. "She took all my stuff." I glance back at Carruthers, "If were gunna be doing this job I'm going to have to get some tools and other necessities. I don’t suppose you know any good dealers around? I’ll need some normal bits and pieces and some more... elusive items.”

littleRED

12 years ago

//@Wordmangler + Kheldar://

As the elevator doors open on the penthouse floor, Sandman is already standing there and waiting, the smug grin on her face.

"I clearly remember telling you NOT to go in without me, pixie."

And once again the display of amazing speed, as she closed the distance of 3 meters in the blink of an eye and is already holding up the dryad with both hands around the little creature's waist, shaking her slightly - grinning like a maniac.

"I always recognize a gobshite, when I see one."

Before the dryad has even time to come to her, least respond, Sandman tugs her under her arm and waves at Marcus to follow her around the corner into the presidential suite. She pushes the the double doors open, hard, so they slam into the walls to the left and right, and walks into the main room right to the big dining table, flashing a wide crazy grin at the crowd.

"No, I'm not the Johnson. Yes, I am a 'runner, too."

She half puts, half throws the dryad on the table.

"This is Dr. Carruthers," and then points at Marcus, "and this is Britbrat, for the lack of a better nickname at the moment."

"I am Sandman."

//@ToyManC: Since you went all the way to the airport, your PC is arriving as the last one.//

Bartre

12 years ago

Man, everyone abandoned me here. Alas and forsooth, what will a fragile heart like mine do alone in this dangerous city?

Get a KeyCar and drive my ass to a high luxury inn. As I find one and sit down I notice that the prices have gone up. Again. At the rates they're going for it's straight up highway robbery! Sigh, poor Bill Fairlake, Half-Asian, Half-White hybrid in the cold city of Seattle. An average job, nobody special waiting for him and now even KeyCar is turning it's back on him. Sigh, the things I do for illegal jobs.

I manage to get there in relatively good time, ok, it was barely legal speed time. Maybe occasionally illegal speed time. All the while I'm grumbling to myself about jumped up rent-a-car companies, smurfs, and red heads who smelled of metal. Altair listens quite well as always.

The staff is a little surprised, but they masterfully reorganize their faces welcome me and my dinky little KeyCar as if I was a regular. As I walk into the lobby I'm intercepted by a pretty little thing.

"Welcome back Mr. Fairlake, you're expected, please, follow me."

Just enough accent for it to be exotic, just a hint of it. Man, elites had it good.

She makes polite small talk with me as we travel to where I could finally get some damn answers.

"We're here Mr. Fairlake, will that be all?" was her soft inquiry.

"This is fine, thank you ma'am." I said with a grin before walking in...

Just in time to see Mandy carry Smurfette under her arm deeper inside. Is it Smurfball day today? Darn.

I walk in a little after her,still grinning at her forthright greeting before following it up with my own introduction just as Smurfette gets off the table as gracefully as one can.

"Boatman of the River Styx at your service." I cheerfully said with an exaggerated bow. "Alas, I'm not Mr. Johnson either, just a humble runner." I said, affecting my most cultured Japanese accent. Which is to say, classily mangling the English language. "You seem to be fond of using that scotch to break the ice are you not Dr. Carruthers?" Quoth the Charon as he moved to stand at the back of the room, aware that several sets of eyes were watching him as he did so.

Flaser OCD Hentai Collector

12 years ago

Paul was just about to light his cigar... and froze in place. Sandman?!? You Gotta Be Shitting Me, and I don't even have a WO! He took care to move... slowly. Wasn't she supposed to be a man? Since the cyborg didn't seem aware of him yet, he finished lighting his cigar, then turned to the dynamic duo and their errand boy.

"Color me intrigued, but one may smile, and smile, and be a villain" - he raised his hands, careful not to point them at the solo and theatrically shrugged as if to say, "you know the rest".

littleRED

12 years ago

"While you two are comparing gooter* size, I'll help myself ..." Sandman states simply, and bends over to the Hamlet-quoting short guy, coming dangerously close to him.

She reaches out for his cigar with long slender fingers and takes a drag - inhaling the smoke into her lungs. And then turning her face to his - her lips just a few inches away from his and blows the smoke with pouty lips into his face.

And moves away, grinning to herself, taking his cigar with her.

//*Gooter: Irish slang for "penis".//

Flaser OCD Hentai Collector

12 years ago

"Oh, go ahead and help yourself, your Ladyship!" - not bothering to get up, he bowed while sitting, rolling his hand as if to say, "go on, go on" and let the sleeve of his suit ride up, so she could glimpse the smart-gun that had been pointing at her temple while she snatched her booty.

"...and I believe we better postpone levity for now, doctor. There is a tide in the affairs of men, and I'd prefer if you took the literal meaning this time."

ToyManC Forgot my safe word

12 years ago

The door opens, and Rudy steps through onto an interesting scene. A vast suite built for the richest executives, but inhabited with a most bewildering array of people.

Extending his senses into the AR, he looks them all over. Charon is there, at the back of the room, as well as Sandman, Blue-girl, and the English kid. Nothing much had changed about them.

Looking at the other Dwarf, the Masked One, the Night Elf, and finally the stylishly dressed Woman in the chair. He stove to see any details that might give him an advantage.

"I'm called Rudy the Rat," he introduced himself, with a nod, "So who's Mr. Johnson?"

NeoStriker

12 years ago

The image of the Princess and Darkwolf fades out due to their complaining. Soon after, the door opens, drawing my attention, and a...dwarf? Human? Whatever he is, he utters, "Leblanc?" and promptly sits down in an armchair in the middle. I shrug and instead start playing with my monitor display, making whatever patterns I can imagine.

Darkwolf says out loud his name to respond to the newcomer, who I will call Doofus, but then the double doors to the suite open again, with unnecessary loudness. I jump behind my chair exaggeratedly, my body shaking. Three more newcomers arrive. One of them is a red-haired woman with possible ADHD or whatever they call crazy these days in her eyes. *Shudder* Please don't notice me, please don't notice me, please don't notice me...

"No, I'm not the Johnson. Yes, I am a 'runner, too", the lady says. She puts down a dryad on the table and says, "This is Dr. Carruthers". She then points to a tall guy and says, "And this is Britbrat, for the lack of a better nickname at the moment. I am Sandman".

Ohhhh, so that's not crazy in her eyes, it's sand... I give myself a mental chop on the head and start processing the new data. The Sandelion obviously looks like the most volatile and crazy. The dryad starts talking, explaining that her title doesn't mean she can perform surgery. She's also apparently got lots of potions. So basically, harmless. The tall guy looks like a newbie. Oh look, another guy walks in. Looks normal and experienced. He starts blabbering about river dicks or something. So that makes it...Darkwolf, Princess, Doofus, Sandelion, Nerd, Newbster, and R.D.

Doofus and Nerd start talking about classical literature or something. And then woah god the crazy bitch be instigating shit. Dammit Doofus, you should've just let her have the cigar. Now she's gonna kill us all. Oh dear god, I need to run!

Well, that or just keep watching. Oh, one more guy walks in. He says with a nod, "I'm called Rudy the Rat. So who's Mr. Johnson?" Wow, he seems nice. I'ma call you Ratman!

littleRED

12 years ago

//I took the opportunity, since we're all now in the same room to throw dice on Awareness and what your PC's might notice now about the others.

Here are the results:
@NeoStriker:
Since you are too busy keeping the act up, you made it very clear that you are obviously not using any of your skills except for the Rigging. So I am letting you stick to the conclusions you drew in your last post.

@Wordmangler:
Since your PC has the precognitions, you know exactly who the people around you are and what they are capable of. Even without that, your Sixth Sense is constantly sensing what the people around you feel, if they are lying, if they have good or bad intentions and if they are magically capable.

@ToyManC:
You just came in, so you don’t know any names except for the ones you already know (Sandman and Charon). Your direct scan gives you following results:
- N: That thing is a drone and you are able to follow the link back to the Rigger “driving” it. You know that he/she is sitting outside in the woods and you are even able to sense the exact location.
- Dr. Carruthers: No cyberware.
- Dussack: He has cyberware linked to his spine and brain and you can sense the semi-autonomous AI in there. No commlink (but you can assume that it’s probably off).
- ShadowFang: Standard commlink, not implanted.
- Britbrat: Cyberarm, left.
- Victorique: AR gloves, lenses and earbud, commlink in form of a rose in her hair, not implanted.
- Charon: Standard commlink, not implanted, but with huge database extensions and holographic emitter.
- Sandman: She is so full of cyberware, that you can’t make out any details atm and you can sense something very unusual and very complex in her brain area, but can’t quite figure out what exactly without further inquiry.

@Flaser:
Even without the AI you have Heightened Awareness, as your PC is atm even more paranoid than usual. But since you still didn't get the names of everybody around you, you got the info for the ones you could check up on via Matrix, the rest is just natural observation and experience.
- N: You didn't got his/her Shadowname either, but again, your AI is looking for the rather specific look. This time with a bit more success, you have the info that there is a Rigger by the Shadowname "N", wearing such a mask. But your natural Heightened Awareness makes you notice, that "N" isn't breathing.
- Dr. Carruthers: Nothing to find here, except for what you could see and hear in the past few minutes.
- Rudy the Rat: You got a full hit on that guy, you know his speciality is hacking and you even got rumors that he's a Technomancer.
- ShadowFang: You got most Shadowtalk about the original ShadowFang and on top of that a rumor, that he died 2 years ago and that some kid took over for him.
- Britbrat: Of course this is not a real Shadowname, but your experienced eye sees that he is not quite feeling comfortable.
- Victorique: You don't know her Shadowname yet, but she looks like high society, so your AI crossreferenced her face with known people from the luxury class, with marginal success. You got only her name (Riselotte Alexandre) and the fact that she's rich.
- Charon: Your AI crossreferenced everything from "Boatman of the River Styx" to "Charon" (natural logical conclusion), and was able to pinpoint the right guy. You know that he is some sort of hired gun with some magical abilities on top of that. You also notice that he is shying away from the girl in the dress, rubbing his nose.
- Sandman: You already covered this part. You know one thing that the Matrix doesn't know, and this is that Sandman's a girl.

@Damienthedevil:
You have 3 important attributes, which help you draw conclusions about the people around you, knowledge of a wide range of offensive and defensive combat techniques covering all aspects of armed and unarmed encounters (including ranged weapons), an asssassin's heightened awareness and the ability to judge your opponent's combat value and weapon skill before seeing him fight. And of course you have your standard commlink with Search programms on the standard Shadowtalk sites.
- N: Beside that N supposedly revealed that it is a “she”, you can’t be quite sure, because you know that this thing in front of you isn't human, but a machine. You already sent out a search and you know that N is a Rigger. Your natural conclusion is that the thing in the room is a drone and the real "N" could be everywhere from in the room next door to another part of the town. Also you can assume that the drone is not just for show, but could have anything from sheer raw strength to integrated weapons.
- Dr. Carruthers: You know that this is a dryad and that they are extremely rare, you know that their small bodies make them fragile, but by hear obviously unconcered demeanor, you can conclude that her potions are powerful enough to make her not worry about where or with whom she is. No Matrix results on this one.
- Rudy the Rat: Matrix results brought up that he is a Hacker, combined with a quick look at him, you know that he is probably far more capable on the Matrix then in a RL fight. And you can smell rats on him.
- Dussack: He didn't say his name, but you noticed that he took in his surroundings and chose a tactically good place to sit. You recognize yourself in him regarding skills. You know that he is a killer and good at it.
- Britbrat: No search results, but you can tell in one look that he is a newbie, but a newbie with talent.
- Victorique: You covered this already. You know, she's a corporate mage and you already correctly assumed that she is stronger than you regarding pure magical skill. But you can also clearly tell that she is extremely underestimating everybody around her.
- Charon: Search returned that he is hired gun. He seems human, but you notice that he has at least one heightened sense, which is "smell". He seems capable and could possibly keep up with you.
- Sandman: You got the same rumors about her, like anyone else. You also didn't know that she is female. Your Master told you about her, but he never met her in person. You know that she is highly dangerous. She is obviously not wearing any weapons, so you conclude that she is certain enough in her unarmed skills to know that she'll survive a possibly dangerous situation without any weapons.

@Kheldar:
You are still too inexperienced to notice anything serious. You just know the names and information, you already heard and generally you know what you can see around you. (And now is maybe the time to think of a nickname, unless you prefer being called whatever someone comes up with.)

@Rise-Chan:
You know what you already tried to check out and what your natural senses tell you on top of it.
- N: You assume the real N is a girl, but you know that this thing is a bot. You have no idea where the real N could be.
- Dr. Carruthers: You can sense that she is magically capable, but you still didn’t “check her out”.
- Rudy the Rat: His aura is fully intact, so you can only tell that he has no implants.
- Dussack: You can sense the holes in his aura and can tell where the implants are, but not what they do.
- ShadowFang: You already checked him out and know everything about his magical talents, but nothing about his trained skills.
- Britbrat: A normal average human, with a cyberarm on the left side.
- Charon: You can sense some magic here too, but also didn’t check out any details yet.
- Sandman: You can tell that she is almost on the same machine level as N – her aura is almost non-existent due to her implants.

@Bartre:
Since you just arrived and didn’t take any closer look on anyone yet: You know that Rudy is a Technomancer, you know that Marcus and the Doc are with Sandman, you know the rumors about Sandman and … you are overwhelmed by the perfume of the girl in the fancy dress.

That's it, people. Make the best out of it.//

Cinia Pacifica Ojou-sama Writer

12 years ago

Riselotte closed her eyes once again, her head facing towards down, her concentration was on the 'professor' now, but she could speak while she was at it too "Oh my, been awhile since I've heard someone mentioning Shakespeare. Romeo and Juliet was a good read. Though The Tempest was quite boring while having rich text all over it. I'm Victorique, by the way."

Speaking while scanning someone magically, perhaps it wasn't a good idea after all, the process seemed a bit slow. When she caught a glance of the others, she had a look at the aura of the new presences. This time and age... so many with holes in their air as a being. My oh my was her initial thought regarding it.

Kheldar

12 years ago

WordMangler: I know you were just trying to progress the story but if theres a conversation between our characters please allow me to respond. You made my character act out of fashion, he's young and inquistive, he wouldn't just keep his mouth shut as you talked to him or appear not intrested. Btw good call on the Wales thing though, most people just think its part of England, would you happen to live in Britain or are you just a bit more knowledgable than most?

I look around the room, still uncomfortable. I'd assume that this would be a team of highly trained professionals but at the moment I see a rather rag tag band of heroes and villains. Not that I know who is which at the moment, the scene is rather chaotic with introductions and insults flying back and forth. To be honest I already feel myself being isolated, my status as newbie and kid not helping in that respect.

It may be that I just need to get myself involved in some way, everyone already seems to know what they’re going to be doing in this mission but I’m still unsure. I’d assume I would help with whatever tech comes up and maybe a bit of the fighting. But then again I haven’t been in any true combat situations, only minor fire fights and that incident with that other shadowrunner. It’s hard to see why Sandy thinks I’ll be useful at all, I mean how could she know anything about my skills? She saw the kit I was carrying but that doesn’t really mean anything, does it?

Damn it, I’ve just been standing here spacing out again, I swear it’s a terrible habit, while everyone else introduces themselves. It’s probably in my best interest to do the same. I glance around the room looking for someone to talk to, wow that sounds desperate, but the majority of people are already talking to one another. However I see the dwarf, Rudy I believe, who has just entered the room. "I'm called Rudy the Rat," he introduced himself, with a nod, "So who's Mr. Johnson?"

No one seems that keen on answering him so I start towards him, hand extended and reply, “I’m afraid it seems that Mr Johnson hasn’t arrived yet. I believe your name was Rudy? I’m sorry for not introducing myself when we first met.” I gesture towards Sandman “She didn’t exactly give me the proper opportunity. I don’t believe she actually mentioned my name? Well I’m...” I pause for a moment realising everyone else is using alias and unless I want to get saddled with Britbrat I better find one to. I laugh sadistically under my breath as I think of one I deserve. “Call me Traitor”. I offer Rudy a handshake with my right arm.

ToyManC Forgot my safe word

12 years ago

Edit: “I’m afraid it seems that Mr Johnson hasn’t arrived yet. I believe your name was Rudy? I’m sorry for not introducing myself when we first met.” IHe gesture towards Sandman “She didn’t exactly give me the proper opportunity. I don’t believe she actually mentioned my name? Well I’m...” IHe pauses for a moment. “Call me Traitor”

Accepting the proffered hand, briefly, Rudy replies, "Traitor, eh? With a name like that, trust might be a problem." He meant it as a joke, but said it without breaking a smile. 'Seems like a nice kid,' he thought as he walked off. 'Maybe too nice for this group.'

With deliberate slowness, Rudy walks about the room, making a show of inspecting the elaborate decor. In reality, augmented and otherwise, he is checking out the room and looking for any hidden tech (hidden audio/video surveillance, especially, but also anything out of the ordinary).

Seeing the kitchen, he slowly steers over there. He sees the coffee machine, and looks for any complimentary coffee in the cabinets, as well as any food (since those soy-chips didn't quite do it! Trying to break the ice, as they say in the Hacker community, he calls out, "I'm gonna make coffee. Who wants some?"

'This room is so full of tension,' he thought to himself. Maybe this will get everyone to relax. 'My life's probably gonna depend on these people, so it's time to either get chummy, or run for the hills.'

Kheldar

12 years ago

To be honest I was expecting a bit more of a response than that. Rudy had promptly left me standing alone again, wondering who I should introduce myself to next. Also maybe calling myself traitor was a bad idea, it sums up why I'm in this situation now anway so I guess I'll stick with it.

Edit: Having a bit of space around me I think back on to what the Doctor said early. Something a a central role to play but then she got spooked in the elevator. Still she seems like a good person, I'll have to have a longer talk with her at some point.

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