Ok Boys and Girls for simplicity Sake and to get this game started i will take the help of JackVII, he made this character and i gave it a few adjustment just to tailor it a bit more to my background, no background modification i will take it that the implants are fairly new.
[spoiler=New FlashGiTz Character Sheet]
(Priorities - A: Resources, B: Attributes, C: Race, D: Skills, E: Magic)
Handle: FlashGiTz
Name: Aeohion Weretheil
Race/Ethnicity: Elf/Caucasian
Gender: Male
Role: Smuggler
ATTRIBUTES (20/20) (10 Bonus Karma Spent (STR to 2))
BOD [1+3]4 WIL [1+3]4
AGI [2+2]4 LOG [1+1]2
REA [1+4]5(7) INT [1+2]3
STR [1+1]2 CHA [3+5]8
EDG [1+3]4 ESN 2.1
Initiative: 10 + 1D6
Matrix Initiative: 9 + 3D6 (4D6)
Limits (M/P/S) 4/5/8 (11)
Monitor (P/S) 10/10
SKILLS (22/22) (12 Bonus Karma Spent on two R(2) Skills)
Active
Combat: Pistols (1)/Light Pistols
Physical: Perception (2)
Social: Con/Fast Talk (6), Etiquette (3), Negotiation (3)
Vehicle: Pilot Groundcraft/Wheeled (6) Automotive Mechanics (2)
Knowledge (10/10)
Interests: Modern Automobiles (2)
Street: Seattle Smuggling Routes (2), Ancients Go Gang (2)
Language: Speretheil (N). English (4)
QUALITIES (25 – 11 + 9 = 23)
Positive: Gearhead
Negative: Low Pain Tolerance, SINner [Tir Tairngire]
CONTACTS & REP (X/24)
Customs Contact (1, 5) (A begginin relationship were everyone wins, he tells me when and where are things going south on customs and i gift him something nice like a real bottle of bourbon or hard cash, the man Jonas is a bit of a dick but he is worth his weight in gold... Sometimes the analogys don't work, because if so then that man can buy a Mega with gold alone! Jonas is a discusting Male Orc, not for racism or anything but the guy is almost 300 Kg, is always sweating and o good, DON'T WATCH HIM EAT! he was a bit low on cash one night at the bar an well we are begining our beautifull (O GOD HE STINKS!) Friendship.)
Fixer (3, 3) (After getting out of the Ancients i had nowhere to go but onwards, tell that to my car, ran out of fuel and got beaten to half death, then this guy appears at first he was speaking about God or something and well he sort of cared for me, of course that was to give me my first job, the man is a good person and he runs a church or something with some Spunked Kiddos Orphans or something, even tough he is a good negotiator. Ive smugled a few people and mostly legal stuff that can't afford the taxes so its mostly legal. Father Santiago is a good man with a greater heart than anyone in the sprawl helping anyone that asks even if the laws of "man" have to be pushed a bit.
Vehicle Dealer (1, 5) (Excelent and Charming Cars dealer, with her i bought my first real sports car, a real beauty... The car... She is not that bad, but come on! lock at those aerodinamical flaps and pristine chassis who could compete with "Lola". Angela Sterling beautifull human woman, an excelent legal Vehicle Dealer)
Current Karma (1), Total Karma (0), Street Cred (0), Notoriety (1), Public Awareness (0)
GEAR (Starting Nuyen: 449,440/450,000) (0 Bonus Karma Spent)
S-K Bentley Concordat w/Rigger Adaptation: 67,000
Fichetti Security 600 (Regular): 410 (W)
2x Spare Clips (Regular): 130
Actioneer Business Suit: 1,500
Transys Avalon (6): 5,000
Linguasoft (4) [6 Languages: Russian, Japanese, Spanish, German, Arabian and Chinesee]: 24,000
Fake SIN (4) [Terry Bogart]: 10,000
Fake License (4) [Augmentation, Concealed Carry, Firearms]: 2,400
1x Month Middle Lifestyle: 5,000
Augmentations (334,000)
Control Rig (2): 97,000 (2)
Reaction Enhancers (2): 26,000 (0.6)
Reflex Recorder [Pilot: Groundcraft]: 14,000 (0.1)
Skilljack (4): 80,000 (0.4)
Skin Pocket: 12,000 (0.1)
Sleep Regulator: 12,000 (0.1)
Tailored Pheromones (3): 93,000 (0.6)
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[spoiler=FlashGiTz Background (Warning: it could hurt sensible persons)]Tir Tairngire is the ultimate place of beauty and peace, natural comunance and understanding, a Paradise… That’s what they tell in the trids, that’s what you see on the tourist rides, but even the best metal has impurities, even the most advanced cities has its slums, its barrens, and if you are unlucky enough to be born in such kind of place then you better beg that one of the many stray bullets that gangers, “law enforcement” and other elements kill you. I wasn’t that lucky, i have been always weak, even for elven standards, flash lightning reaction but no endurance whatsoever, my first years mi parents did their best to protect me and i should thank them, but i won’t… They died, when i was six they had accepted a deal in which i would pay for their debts with my body, the ganger was pleased with me specially because i cried and i begged for my parents to help me, he throw me to the ground naked and lifeless or should i say suicidal? I don’t quite remember, just the sound of a click and a loud boom and then again a click and another loud boom. He left me there with the corpses of my fathers, they might as well might have been the corpses of rats, i felt no love for them and i had a deep hatred for myself, i guess i still do… No hero came to my rescue, no force from the beyond, nor a good Samaritan, i don’t remember how much time i was there but the first motivator to move me was hunger, my legs where too weak for me to stand up, but my anger gave me strength i was pathetic i was used, but i was hungry.
Never ever underestimate the power of hunger, I ate the only protein source available for me, strangely enough it was my first time eating meat, I’ve got to say i won’t turn back to “Green” food again, although most of my meals are still soy based i enjoy the real meat from time to time. But that first taste was more a revelation an epiphany it revealed to me what i was, i was a maggot, a worm, and i would be that for the rest of my life, so i eated content with the role i had taken, my first real decision.
My few next years, i had my 8 birthday and a group of gangs decided to gift me with an all-out war, not that i truly remembered my birthday i was after all a worm and worms did not have birthdays. Thing is i was hiding as usual and as usual not a good hiding place when this huge chromed elf enters the place i was hiding, he drew a sword and i wet myself, i instantly started to beg, to cry that i would do whatever he wished, and something clicked inside of me, i look at him and i gave him the look that ive watched on the face of a few Joygirls and boys, my body responded to me with instinct alone… That is the lowest i have ever fell, i don’t think i touched rock solid bottom but i do think it was pretty low i was a slut, thing is the Samurai loved it, he took his pants off and i silently cried till he was finished with me, after that he was out and about to kill some people and told me not to move, i should have… But i did not.
So i survived, and i had sixteen, i was still the toy for the Samurai, i was hit hard when he was over me, when he saw me walk, when he felt me breath, i had many scars over all of my body, he was very sadistic that way, but i was a maggot, it was normal, maggots did what they had to in order to avoid death, also in those eight years something good had happened, Toshiki (The fake name that the samurai used) was a member of the Go Gang the Ancients, and although i was still his property and he made that very clear, because only his “friends” and followers could “use” me, this was not always that bad, some were gentle enough and some were even female which was a bit hard to understand the mechanics, never did i enjoy it, not even to this date, i wonder what’s so good about it? But the point is i was put to help the mechanics and boy o boy it was haven, the roar of an engine was a cry for help to me, but when it purred like a kitty it was a bliss, i wanted to know everything about them so i listened, i watched and i did whatever in my power to learn.
Learning has a cost… In this case it cost me four ribs and two broken arms, he was furious, i was his property i had no right to choose who used me, it was bad, pretty bad, i almost died that day but they had a Street doc and for some reason Toshiki wished me alive, probably because i was already trained. I keep learning whatever i could from cars, motorcycles, trucks, and everything that could move and had an engine, Toshiki got killed in a raid from a rival gang and so i now was the property of Sihadriel an elf woman that now was the head of the Ancients on Tir. A few things changed, she was gentle and she was the only one to use me, most importantly she was teaching me how to drive.
One more year and i was racing top speed in a impressively modified vehicle with Sihadriel on the copilot seat laughing, lately we were always together, she said i was a natural born driver, and that she loved me… To this day i don’t understand that Word, love, it simply has no meaning for me, but she was the best that had happened me since… Well ever, i raced for her and she made lots of nuyen, some she used them on me, scar elimination therapy quite painful but she told me to man up and so i tried. It was starting to become something, i was more or less free, i was finally starting to change into something, and it all fell apart, turns out that Toshiki survived the ambush and well after some serious Chroming he returned to take what was rightfully his, when i entered the garage she was broken, like a doll and he was playing with her carcass, i cried… I did not and do not understand why i cried, but i did, he explained to me that i was his toy for the rest of eternity, and so i was.
He recognized my skills on the wheels so when i wasn’t being used by him or his “friends” i was racing, the only moment i felt unchained, the only moment when i did not wish to cry. The only moment i did not hated myself. There is a saying that goes like “One man can only hold a small amount of shit before crumbling or beating the crap of his oppressor” thing is you see i was and am a maggot only working for survival, he had been hitting me pretty badly, he had a new toy, i knew i would not last long until he would kill me, and in a drag race i just did not stop on the finish line, nor when i crossed Tir borders, when i finally stopped was because i was out of juice, no fuel no speed.
He did not stop chasing me and why would he? He was almost completely chromed, i just remember the black of his eyes and the cold stare, just like when i first saw him i wet myself, i remember every punch, stab, gunshot and i don’t like it, even to this day I’m terrified of weapons, i don’t like them near me, which in the sprawl is a very idiotic fear to have, when i came to my senses i was alive and that was a surprise… Not a good one, i could not see but i could feel the pain, i could se her broken body, she still haunts me, i screamed i begged for someone to kill me for someone to end it… The pain was gone and i was in the cold embrace of darkness, if death would have a face she would laugh at me.
I was 18 and i had spent six month recovering from a punishment that should have killed me, a Priest from some old church to a entity called “God” had healed me… He did not ask for Nuyen just for compensation, he did not use me in the normal manner, he made me clean and he made me help him with menial tasks, one day he asked me to accompany him to buy groceries for the other kids he had on the old church building, his car was crap but it was the first set of Wheels i had saw in six month they were horrible and glorious, he saw me and asked me if i wished to drive, he saw my potential and also wet himself, that was my first time being consciously on Seattle.
So the Father Santiago helps me get my Legal SIN because he insists that I should have it, so I did, and what’s the first job he finds me? Smuggling illegally persecuted people out of the border, while not completely illegal well you know is in that fine margin, for the father I give him a discount any other pays full price up front if you wish to get out, if you wish a ride then things change, ive been making good money and spending it quite smartly I began to live like if I was something more than a maggot… Sure Toshiki still haunts me in my nightmares, especially when thunderstorms are about and Sihadriel broken body visits me at least once a week but I’ve been doing good, have three wonderful girls on the garage Samantha for those beautiful nights of full moonlight, Lola for high speed driving an beating regularly drivers pretenders… Taking their money is also sweet, and Erika she is my workhorse, she is in every mission I’m in that requires more than two seats, she’s a Military Patrol Vehicle legally bought, of course it does not has the pintle mounted turret, but the extra armor sure comes in handy and her design is superb. Been working with my head low, and to a select clientele, reference only, maybe that would change someday, maybe it wouldn’t.[/spoiler]
Starting Nuyen
Roll for starting Nuyen, Midlle Lyfe Style (4d6=16) 16*100=1600 Nuyen
Edit: Corrected Int Valur from [1 + 3] 3 to [1+2] 3 and added a specialization to pistols (Light Pistols) as there was one remaining skillpoint floating thanks! JackII and obidancer
