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« Reply #60 on: <05-12-14/2203:51> »
How about this?

"All my life, I worked towards a goal. I was going to get into a corp, get hired as security, and run their drones. I would quickly rise to the top and have my own cushy office, ordering around people and living the high life! And then it happened: One case of accidentally hitting a manager's car and suddenly I was out on the street. I could have fixed the damage! I even offered to do it without pay! But no... now I'm stuck on the streets with nothing except my ride and what drones I managed to sneak out of the building. And now I'm looking for work. Legal jobs won't have me; I've been blackballed. So, I guess it's time for something less-than-legal."

I'm looking just for a bare-bones idea to flesh out at the moment.
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« Reply #61 on: <05-12-14/2204:36> »
Y'know what?
I'm doing this.

Isaac is the first slot officially filled.
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« Reply #62 on: <05-12-14/2208:09> »
How about this?

"All my life, I worked towards a goal. I was going to get into a corp, get hired as security, and run their drones. I would quickly rise to the top and have my own cushy office, ordering around people and living the high life! And then it happened: One case of accidentally hitting a manager's car and suddenly I was out on the street. I could have fixed the damage! I even offered to do it without pay! But no... now I'm stuck on the streets with nothing except my ride and what drones I managed to sneak out of the building. And now I'm looking for work. Legal jobs won't have me; I've been blackballed. So, I guess it's time for something less-than-legal."

I'm looking just for a bare-bones idea to flesh out at the moment.

I kinda dig this idea.
I just don't know if it's right for "the new man"
seems more like "the old vet" or "the professional".

Let's go with something darker though.
You didn't scuff someone's car.
you fucked something UP.

what was it?

Maybe this guy ends up as "the secret shame" if it's something bad enough, eh?
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« Reply #63 on: <05-12-14/2209:05> »
"the new man" is more someone who is turning his ENTIRE life in a new direction.
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« Reply #64 on: <05-12-14/2302:26> »
Slappendash wasn't born to run the shadows. But now, given her past, she has nothing else she can do; no corporation will ever hire her after what she did.

Slappendash was born Cameron Erikson in an Ares facility. Her parents were happy wageslaves; her mother worked as a security guard and her father was a quality control tester. Both parents actively encouraged her to seek Ares improvement from the day she was born, enrolling her in Ares-controlled education programs from the earliest possible age. In fact, an Ares-sponsored counselor eventually talked to them about that, as the counselor felt they were pushing her too hard for her to turn out an effective employee. For her own part, Cameron was happy to follow along in her parent's footsteps, though she soon found she excelled in areas related to security and mechanical engineering.

When she turned 18, Slappendash was accepted into Ares' spider rigger training program, where she was given hands-on training on how to control drones. She excelled in the program, making her parents proud, and soon found herself monitoring a section of security without supervision. It was then when she met him; smart, attractive, and a new name in the research department. He seemed to return her interest, and soon the two spent every moment they could flirting.

And then it happened. The two were flirting, the innuendo became drone-heavy, and then they went farther. Much farther. Then, afterwards, she sent him back to work, smiling happily... until she noticed she had forgotten about still connected to the system. She discovered, much to her horror, that she had been sending commands to a drone the entire time, and the result was that the drone had spent the entire time chasing and shooting at some poor wage slave in accounting, and had managed to completely expend all of its ammo in the pursuit. The wageslave had secreted himself in a closet and could easily be heard sobbing through the heavily-reinforced door. And then she noticed the new researcher getting in a car with a troll and a couple others, all heavily armed, on one of the security feeds.

The next day, she discovered the truth: Her newfound lover was not an employee at all, but a shadowrunner who had used fake credentials to gain entry and perform surveillance. The night of their tryst was the night a shadowrun was going on and his job was to distract her. Her boss, wryly commenting that the security feeds were very revealing to watch, informed her that she was fired. She was promised that the security footage would be kept tightly sealed away, but was politely informed that any inquiries by other potential employers would get them a very interesting video to watch.

With nothing left except what money she had saved and an embarrassing nickname given to her by her former co-workers, Slappendash found herself on the streets. She used what she could of her money to acquire a van and some drones, and now is looking for less-than-legal work. In particular, she wants vengeance for her utter humiliation. And she's hoping no one finds out about why she's running the shadows.

(The moment you said "secret shame," this idea popped into my head and I just had to retool the backstory a bit to fit it.)
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« Reply #65 on: <05-12-14/2308:35> »
Slappendash is in for the secret shame
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« Reply #66 on: <05-12-14/2311:06> »
Note: Removed one sentence. That sentence had added part that, when I thought about it, had implications that are... not comfortable. But, it doesn't change her background being utterly humiliating in any way.
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« Reply #67 on: <05-13-14/0039:13> »
Gonna post my character stats for the hell if it. (This is just what I had made beforehand, Poindexter, just tell me what to edit to fit the campaign and it will be done.)

Real Name: Isaac Crane
Alias: Slackjaw
Race: Ork
Age: 24
Role: Decker
Starting nuyen: „3,185

Priorities
A. Skills
B. Rescources
C. Metatype
D. Attributes
E. Magic or Resonance

Attributes
BOD: 4
AGI: 3
REA: 3
STR: 3
WIL: 3
LOG: 4
INT: 4
CHA: 3
EDG: 0

Skills
Pistols: 3
Unarmed: 3
Palming: 4
Sneaking (Urban): 4 (6)
Athletics Group: 4
Electronics Group: 4
Cybercombat: 3
Hacking: 5
Electronic Warfare (Jamming): 4 (6)
Forgery: 3
Perception: 3
Etiquette (Street): 3 (5)
Con (Fast-Talking): 3 (5)

Knowledge Skills
City Knowledge: 3
Matrix Security IC: 4
Black Market Pipelines: 3
Organized Crime: 3
Fixers: 3

Language Skills
English: (1)

Qualities

Good-
Codeslinger (10)
Analytical Mind (5)

Bad-
Allergy (Common:Mild)(10)
Distinctive Style (5)

Contacts
Fixer (Connection: 2  Loyalty: 2)
Street Doc (Connection: 3  Loyalty: 2)

Gear

Cyberdeck: Novatech Navigator(3) -„205,750

Clothes/Armor
Armor Jacket (Rating 12) -„1,000
Armor Clothing (Rating 6) -„450

Weapons
Fichetti Security 600 (ACC: 6(7) DAM: 7P(Smartlinked) -„550
Regular Ammo x30 -„600
Silencer -„500

Electronics
AR Gloves -„150
Datachips x5 -„25
Jammer (Rating 3, 15 meter range) -„600
Programs (Common: Browse)(Hacking: Baby Monitor, Exploit) -„580
Fake SIN(Rating 4) -„10,000
Fake License(Rating 4) -„800
Micro-Transeiver -„100
Plastic Restraints x20 -„10
Lockpick Set -„250
Miniwelder -„250
Datajack(Alphaware) -„1200
Smartlink -„2,000

Cyberware
Full Arm (Alphaware)(STR: 2) -„18,000
Cyberarm Slide -„3,000

Lifestyle: High x3 -„30,000
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« Reply #68 on: <05-13-14/0514:18> »
Officially I don't exist, i was born a gutter punk kid from Montreal, raised by the Mafia, they used to call me "shooting star" at first it was a joke about the way i shot, then it was not a joke anymore, the light flash was the last think you would see if i ever got a contract on you, not any more though, things change, and when you refuse a hit you are the one on the hit list just after the target, but you know, its hard to give a shooting star cement shoes, some things are too quick in the sky for you to grasp, i am one of them.

I started doing small delivery jobs for the crews that populated my neighbourhood, i was fast as a bolt, i even almost made into a crew once, it was short lived, the capo got greedy and a hit was commissioned on the whole crew, Sante "legs" got wacked, Dumont went to ground but they eventually found him, Jimmy was a good friend then, my mentor, he was the first to buy the farm, me? i was just an elf kid that knew how to shoot straight and was doing minor dealing for the older members, eventually they forgot about me, my name died there, i was just 14.

I ended falling in the good graces years later, no one remembered me, i was 25, had been scrapping a living as hit man, working for the highest bider, eventually my name caught the attention of the family again, by then i was no longer just a street gutter punk kid learning my trade, some juice was already there, i was quicker, bolder and deadlier, its easy work to scare or wack people not wanting or bending into the construction permits that the mob requires, and no one builds without their authorization, not even the mayor, unless he wants bad things happening in his city.

Now you are wondering why i am telling you this, you are a mark, see? you have a contract on you, these are your last few minutes alive, and perhaps maybe i just want to talk, perhaps i want your forgiveness, i don't want you to think i am a bad man, i don't do this for pleasure, i have been around long enough to know that bad things happen to good people. Yes i look young, not older than 25 you would say if the gag ball wasn't there, that's one of the advantages of mommy and daddy having been elf's.


No i don't do it for pleasure, so tell me, if you had a skill and you where on my shoes what would you do?
The terror stricken look on the man's face said it all eventually, a mix of horror, despise and hate. Yeah... i see,  you would do the same, perhaps you would try to get out, perhaps i did try to, perhaps that's what brought me here, i tried to save a few, i tried to love more than a few, i tried... but then karma comes knocking back at your door, i even fooled them a couple of times, good people deserve a second chance. You?
a gentle smile flickers on Dawon's face Organleggers don't count as good people do they? no matter how much money they give to charity and how many social events they go to, you... I would probably do for free, but a man has to pay the bills.

The gun poised in the man's head, just waiting for a commlink signal Dawon continued Do i regret some of it?... Yes i do... would i have saved more if i could? yes i would, but that's a regret that will haunt me in my nightmares and that i will carry to my grave.
A sudden knock on the door cut Dawon's monologue abruptly.

Sir? are you all right? Sir? sounded a muffled voice from teh other side of the door.

Fate has chosen the time for your demise he continued shortly, the French accent evident in the near perfect English. it sounded just like the sound of one spitting seeds out of the mouth, the bullets found their way into the man's brain.

as the sound of the first shoulder slammed into the door, Dawon paused for a second, sighed, holstered the guns in their wrist compartments and stepped towards the window. speaking into the his sub vocal microphone he issue a series of almost imperceptible speech to text command into his commlink.

>>Message "Blight"
  >>>Mark is down
>>Stop video footage
>>Erase last hour video footage


With another sigh he looked over the window sill, the path to the alley 10 meters below clear, taking a small jump into the a nearby fire escape Dawon exited the building as the door to the apartment came crashing down.




Name: Dawon Emmett
Alias: "Shooting star"
Race: Elf
Sex: Male
Nationality: Montreal
Lifestyle: Middle

Physical Description: Short cropped black hair, thin slightly arched eyebrows, broken nose bridge, Dawon is 1,83m that's not very tall for an elf, one could say it was average height, he wears his black hair cropped short and the nose bridge has obviously been broken and never straightened, the eyebrows are slightly arched over his dark brown eyes
Personality/background pending

Attributes

BodyAgilityReactionStrength
37( 9 )4 ( 8 )3 ( 5 )
CharismaIntuitionLogicWillpower
3332
EdgeMagic/ResonanceEssenceInitiative
100.17511 + 2d6

Positive Qualities
Ambidextrous
Catlike
Brand Loyalty - Fichetti
Sharpshooter

Negative Qualities
Code of Honor
Insomnia - Mild

Active Skills
Athletics Skill Group5
Stealth Skill Group5
Impersonation2
Performance2
Blades (knives)6 ( 8 )
Unarmed (Parkour)6 ( 8 )
Pistols (light pistols)6 ( 8 )
Etiquette5
Escape artist4
Pilot ground craft1
Intimidation5
Perception6
Knowledge Skills ( [Logic + Intuition] x 3 free points)
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Language Skills
FrenchN
English5

Cyber/Bioware
CyberwareEssenceCostNotes
Damage compensators (rating 4)0.48000„XXXXX
Enhanced articulation0.3XXXXX„XXXXX
Muscle toner (Rating 2)0.4XXXXX„XXXXX
Wired Reflexes (rating 1)2XXXXX„XXXXX
Reaction Enhancers (Rating 3) Used1.125XXXXX„XXXXX
Aluminum Bone Lacing1XXXXX„XXXXX
Muscle augmentation (Rating 2)0.4XXXXX„XXXXX
Image link0XXXXX„XXXXX
Smartlink0.2XXXXX„XXXXX

Gear (XXXXX„)
XXXXXXXXXX„

Vehicles
Suzuki Mirage
HandlingAccelSpeedPilotBodyArmorSensorAvailabilityCost
5/3361562XXXXXXXXXX„

Contacts
ContactC/L
Trevor "Blight" Armand 2/5
Fairly new to the CAS, He was one of Dawon's few friends in Montreal and a person he relied to get jobs, after a few incidents with the Triads the Mafia issued a hit on him, Dawon was assigned the contract, it was one of those lucky breaks, "Blight" was his friend and it removed the "capacity" to pull the trigger, he wa also a good man in a shitty world trying to make ends meet, sometimes one plays with the hand they are dealt with, "Blight" was one of those cases. Dawon faked the hit, collected the cash and found a way for Trevor to vanish from the face of the Earth. When fate conspired against Dawon it was Trevor that came to return the favour, if there is one person in the world Dawon trust, it is Trevor.

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Its still WIP i reckon. but its there for the GM and the players inspection/consideration.

Cheers

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« Reply #69 on: <05-13-14/0712:57> »
@poindexter do you want to fill the archetypes 1 for 1 or would duplicates of some types be allowed?
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« Reply #70 on: <05-13-14/1024:33> »
@poindexter do you want to fill the archetypes 1 for 1 or would duplicates of some types be allowed?
i'd like to stay 1 for 1 for now.
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« Reply #71 on: <05-13-14/1028:32> »
think Dawon would fit the "vet" concept you envisioned?
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« Reply #72 on: <05-13-14/1038:49> »
think Dawon would fit the "vet" concept you envisioned?

I think he would fit the "vet" part of "old vet", since he's only 25 (I think). But I think he would be a good character for the apot, but it's up to Poindexter.
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« Reply #73 on: <05-13-14/1041:09> »
elf :D apparent age 25, i was thinking in the line of 35 to 40.
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« Reply #74 on: <05-13-14/1042:17> »
elf :D apparent age 25, i was thinking in the line of 35 to 40.

Oh okay, then you have my vote :D
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