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« Reply #105 on: <12-08-14/1631:48> »
Hm, things have moved forward a bit too much for me to really post about Error's doings this morning. I was planning to make an IC post, but never got a reply about Error's apparent girlfriend.

Also, did Error ever contact his lady love?

Error has a lady love?

*checks sheet*

So he does! And he's racist against Indians, apparently? Is that Native Americans or the kind from India?

So has anything been established about Error's girlfriend or do I get to wing it? I'm gonna want to include that in my IC post.

Sorry, this stuff got lost in the shuffle.  Nothing really IC has been posted about Error's girlfriend, other than I believe she helped him pack his duffel bag o' death, so feel free to wing away.  If you'd like, you can run from this a.m. to the meet with Dr. Ken in your next IC post. 
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« Reply #106 on: <12-08-14/1633:10> »
Hm, things have moved forward a bit too much for me to really post about Error's doings this morning. I was planning to make an IC post, but never got a reply about Error's apparent girlfriend.

Also, did Error ever contact his lady love?

Error has a lady love?

*checks sheet*

So he does! And he's racist against Indians, apparently? Is that Native Americans or the kind from India?

So has anything been established about Error's girlfriend or do I get to wing it? I'm gonna want to include that in my IC post.

Sorry, this stuff got lost in the shuffle.  Nothing really IC has been posted about Error's girlfriend, other than I believe she helped him pack his duffel bag o' death, so feel free to wing away.  If you'd like, you can run from this a.m. to the meet with Dr. Ken in your next IC post.

Will do.

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« Reply #107 on: <12-08-14/1658:11> »
I've been purposefully going kinda slow so that too much shit didnt happen.
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« Reply #108 on: <12-08-14/1730:15> »
To distract everyone...

HeroForge is now open for business. It's basically a 3D Print on Demand Miniature Maker. The best part is that you can design miniatures and take screencaps of the design. Here's Bookworm (or the best I could do without a Double Afro-Puff option for hair).

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« Reply #109 on: <12-08-14/2250:43> »
Name: Jack Mason
Aliases: Red-Eye, Archive
Height: 168 cm (5' 6")
Weight: 60 kg. (132 lbs.)
Metatype: Human
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Gender: Male
Age: 29

Attributes
BodyAgilityReactionStrengthWillpowerLogicIntuitionCharismaEdgeEssence
2
2
3
2
5
6(8)
4
2
5
5.25

Limits
PhysicalMentalSocial
3
9
6

Positive Qualities
Codeslinger: +2 to Hack on the Fly tests.
Overclocker: +1 to one Matrix attribute; can change whenever reconfiguring
Perfect Time: Keeps time perfectly down to the minute; 2 Free Actions per Action Phase

Negative Qualities
Sunlight Allergy: (Common, Severe) -4 penalty to all tests made while experiencing symptoms, and suffer 1 box of unresisted Physical Damage per minute of exposure.
Distinctive Style: His eyes noticeably glow red, especially when using his cybereye functions.


Skills
Electronics Skill Group6
Computer
Hardware
Software
Cybercombat (Personas)6 (+2)
Demolitions (Improvised)6 (+2)
Electronic Warfare6
Hacking (Devices)6 (+2)
Throwing Weapons (Aerodynamic)6 (+2)
Armorer (Explosives)3 (+2)
Chemistry3
Perception3
Outdoors Skill Group2
Navigation
Survival
Tracking
Stealth Skill Group2
Disguise
Palming
Sneaking
Etiquette (Street)1 (+2)

Languages
EnglishN

Knowledge
Academic
Physics3
Cyberdeck Design2
Parazoology1
Interest
Vampires3
Street Drugs2
Professional
Matrix Security4
Engineering2
Street
Matrix Rumors2
Safehouses1

Augmentations

Used Cybereyes Rating 1
(w/ Thermographic Vision, Vision Magnification)
Standard Datajack
Standard Cerebral Booster Rating 2

Armor

Ares Victory Globetrotter Clothing: Consists of camou pants, brown coat and hooded sweater.
Armor Rating: 7
Capacity: 7 (w/ Custom Protection(2) [Chemical], Fire Resistance [6])

Ballistic Mask: Matte black mask that covers the entire face.
Armor Rating: +2
Capacity: 8 (w/ Gas Mask [2], Infrared Flashlight [1], Camera Rating 3 [1](w/ Thermo, Low-Light), Omni-Directional Microphone Rating 3 [2](w/ Select Sound Filter, Spatial Recognizer), Bug Scanner Rating 6 [2])

Explosives

Aerodynamic Grenades
-6 Paint Grenades
-6 Flash-Bangs
-6 Smoke Grenades
-6 Pepper Punch Gas Grenades
-6 High Explosive Grenades

2 Kg Foam Explosive (Rating 6)
2 Blasting Caps

Gear

Novatech Navigator Cyberdeck (w/ all Common and Hacking programs)
Sunglasses (Rating 4) (w/ Vision Enhancement 3, Flare Compensation)
Respirator Rating 6
Hardware Tool Kit
Armorer Tool Kit
Chemistry Tool Kit
Demolitions Tool Kit
1 dose of Psyche

Lifestyle

Homeless

Contacts

Alexei Barkov - Dwarf Doctor/Surgeon
Connection 2 Loyalty 4

Dr. Barkov was formerly a cybertechnology surgeon and well respected physician by the name of Dr. Ivan Lagunov. However, the good doctor is a man of many vices, and after one bad night involving a great deal of Vodka and the daughter of a Vory lieutenant, he fled Russia, changed his name, and underwent extensive surgery to hide his identity, much of which he performed on himself. (The alcohol really helped.) Now a somewhat disfigured looking dwarf, Dr. Barkov gets by operating in the shadows, as its rather difficult to get a legitimate medical license when you have a fake identity. He keeps his history tight lipped, but his love of alcohol and women have not diminished.

Renegade - Paranoid Decker
Connection 4 Loyalty 3

A matrix contact who knows Jack as Archive, Renegade is an erratic and strange person of questionable morals and sanity. He, if he even is a he, seems to have connections all across the Matrix, with special focus on rumors, politics, corporate movings and conspiracy theories. Jack met Renegade while trying to break into a corporate host, finding the other hacker was already there and fighting off IC. He helped Renegade get out of the host before he got geeked by Black IC, and they've developed a working relationship since, although Renegade adamantly refuses to meet in person, for reasons he will not disclose.

Renegade has a weird manner of speaking and apparent understanding of the world, speaking in riddles at times and referring to reality in a manner that suggests he's not entirely familiar with how it works, or simply perceives it in an alien way. These weird behaviors have led Jack to theorize that Renegade may be somewhat insane, or possibly even a meta-sapient AI.

Appearance

Jack is shorter than average, and very thin in build. He would be considered downright petite, although that's a descriptor he loathes to hear. He has short brown hair and red eyes. His entire body is covered without any skin visible; combat boots, thick camouflage pants, black gloves, an old brown coat over a black hooded sweat shirt with sunglasses to cover his eyes and a bandana around his neck that can be pulled up to cover his face at a moment's notice. There's a red glint behind his pupils that's visible even through his sunglasses, giving his eyes an ominous red shine.

On the Matrix, Jack appears as Archive: A tall, dark figure in a hooded robe that conceals all features and has no face. His voice is featureless and booming, and whenever his robe opens or parts, he is made up of pure data inside, in the vague shape of a generic humanoid. his marks take on the appearance of a dog-eared bookmark, with a barcode across its surface. His programs manifest as solid masses of data, forming into the vague shape of weapons or tools. They flow out from under his robes and coalesce in space around him when in use, then dissolve and return to his body when finished.

Background

Jack was born to a single mother in the Seattle Metroplex in 2047. She claimed his father had been a vampire, and she had been his thrall, which seemed supported by a birth defect that made him allergic to sunlight. Due to vampires being widely feared and mysterious at the time, his family became shunned and he was ostracized and feared by the public. He never made friends as a child, never went to school, instead staying home and learning everything from virtual classes on the Matrix.

By the time he was 8 years old, he spent more of his time in cyberspace than reality, and he used the Matrix as an escape, where he was able to look however he liked and no one judged him for his disability. By the age of 12 he became involved in the decker community, and rebuilt his home cyberterminal into a cyberdeck. He was an effective decker, though a script kiddie, by the age of 14.

At the age of 17, he had built a reputation for himself as a decent decker, and had gotten a datajack implant, only for Crash 2.0 to occur the very next day. Many of his decker friends died in the matrix, and he called in what few favors he had earned to get his mother and himself to safety. With the Matrix in shambles, he turned to his other skills to survive, becoming a drug chemist for a street gang for awhile, before it was discovered he was far better at cooking up explosives.

Sometime around the age of 20, Jack returned to decking, thanks to the rise of the wireless matrix. He was growing tired of being pushed around by the gang and ended up rigging their hideout to explode. That gang no longer exists, and Jack became a free agent, falling into the shadows.

For the past nine years, he has built himself a reputation as both a skilled Decker and a somewhat insane shadowrunner, due to his penchant for blowing up his enemies. He's picked up augmentations to enhance his abilities further, and earned the nickname 'Red-Eye' from the defective cybereyes he had installed, which always seem to glow a bright red when in use. On the Matrix, he goes by Archive, and he does his best to minimize the number of people who know they are one and the same, often claiming Red-Eye is just a demolitions expert and Archive is simply a matrix contact of his.

Throughout his life, Jack has had a sore spot regarding a comparison between himself and vampires, made all the worse by the fact that his mother has always been a fan of vampires and tended to consort with vampire posers. She has always claimed that Jack's father was a vampire, and was thrilled that her son was born allergic to the sun and was a true child of the night. Jack was less thrilled, and has spent a lot of his free time researching vampires thoroughly, both the real thing and the fiction that has surrounded them for centuries. He is thus aware that it is impossible for him to truly be the son of a vampire, as all research suggests that the HMHVV virus renders infected humans sterile, but that won't stop him from stabbing his deadbeat father in the chest with a wooden stake, should he ever meet him in a dark alley.
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« Reply #110 on: <12-08-14/2322:49> »
@Ryo, nice write-up.  Whenever is convenient, if you'd like to detail how Jack got his way down to the CAS/College Station, I think that'd be a great read.  Don't worry about the dice unless you're simply curious how various tactics would work out.  Getting there is a gimme  :D

1 thing to keep in mind, 20 karma for the allergy is quite a boon, so if the team has to be partaking in strenuous activity in the sweltering heat of the CAS, expect some fatigue rolls thrown your way for the extensive precautions he's gotta take to keep from frying.

@Jack, that's actually just about exactly how I pictured Bookworm.  Very cool.
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« Reply #111 on: <12-08-14/2352:09> »
@Ryo, nice write-up.  Whenever is convenient, if you'd like to detail how Jack got his way down to the CAS/College Station, I think that'd be a great read.  Don't worry about the dice unless you're simply curious how various tactics would work out.  Getting there is a gimme  :D

Sure, I can write something up.

1 thing to keep in mind, 20 karma for the allergy is quite a boon, so if the team has to be partaking in strenuous activity in the sweltering heat of the CAS, expect some fatigue rolls thrown your way for the extensive precautions he's gotta take to keep from frying.

Yup, that's to be expected. It's one of many reasons he avoids strenuous activity and tries to stay indoors as much as possible, especially during the day. I'm sure he also runs the risk of cooking like an egg if he should end up being grappled, or otherwise in a situation where his hood or face mask could be pulled off.

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« Reply #112 on: <12-08-14/2357:11> »
Yup, that's to be expected. It's one of many reasons he avoids strenuous activity and tries to stay indoors as much as possible, especially during the day. I'm sure he also runs the risk of cooking like an egg if he should end up being grappled, or otherwise in a situation where his hood or face mask could be pulled off.

Admittedly, most potential antagonists won't know that pulling off his hood or face mask will have some tactical payoff, but that certainly is a thing that tends to happen in brawls. 
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« Reply #113 on: <12-09-14/0156:39> »
This run was going so far south it had started speaking Spanish.

Red-Eye flinched as he heard another one of his teammates eat lead, trying not to look at the ARO in his peripheral vision that was displaying the output of his biomonitor. His focus was entirely on the bomb in his hands, and his desperate attempt to stop shaking as he finished setting it in place and sprayed it down with Hold-Fast to make sure nobody moved it. Certain he had finished, he quickly set the timer and then stood, rushing to the next position that he had already marked on his map to set the next bomb.

"Mesh is hit! We need back up! Where the fuck are those drones?!" He could hear automatic gunfire in the background of the audio call, glancing over and sending the mental command to bring another ARO to the foreground of his vision.

>"ETA 2 minutes."< He replied mentally, turning his attention back to the bomb in his hand as he slammed it up against the support beam and sprayed it with the Hold-Fast. Only two more, and he'd be done. Two more and he could bail and then he just had to watch the fireworks.

"We don't have 2 minutes!" Red-Eye frowned at the sound of more gunfire and screaming and put the call on mute. It was making it hard to concentrate, and its not like it was his fault they tripped the alarm two minutes early. He should have had this place set to blow before anyone even knew they were there. Would have made everything so much-

"Don't move."

Fuck nuggets.

Red-Eye stopped in his tracks, frozen in position with the second to last bomb in his hands and placed against the supports. He moved his finger ever so slightly and hit the button to activate the wireless in the detonator, turning his head slightly to look over his shoulder.

Some Russian ork in a gangster suit and tie was standing a few paces behind him, aiming an AK-97 at his spine. Did the Vory own this building? It would certainly explain who was ventilating his teammates upstairs. He sent the mental command to unmute his network channel and heard nothing but silence.

>"Mesh, do you copy?"< He asked mentally. No response.

>"Sideways, you there? Jackson?"< Sideways had just been chewing his ear off a few seconds ago about those drones. Did they kill him that quickly? And where the hell was Jackson? The stupid mage was supposed to be waiting in the car.

"Stand up. Slowly." The Vory grunt commanded, gesturing with the barrel of his gun. Red-Eye complied, slowly getting to his feet and turning around. The Ork was on him in seconds, slamming him against the wall hard enough to vibrate his skull. He kicked his feet uselessly, nowhere near touching the ground as the Ork pressed into him with one hand.

"Who sent you?" The Ork demanded. Red-Eye smirked, glaring down at the tusker with defiance in his glowing red eyes.

Fancy that, this fucker had a smartgun.

>>Access: AK-97
>>Acquiring Marks...
>>Marks: 3
>>Command: Activate Safety
>>Command: Disable Trigger


"Your mother." Red-Eye replied, having disabled the ork's weapon within the few fractions of a second it took him to reply. He smirked as the ork growled at him, lifting his gun to press it against Red-Eye's temple.

>>Access: Red-Bomb 6
>>Marks: 4
>>Command: Arm
>>Command: Set Timer 30s


A hissing sound from beneath his feet drew the attention of the ork down to the ground, seeing the bomb that Red-Eye had planted was now spraying a fine mist into the air at an alarming rate. At the same time, Red-Eye began spraying the Hold-Fast that was still in his hand directly at the ork's legs, coating them quickly and gluing him to the floor. He began swearing in Russian and tried to pull the trigger of his gun, but it was already jammed. Red-Eye responded to this by jabbing the man in the wrist with the nozzle of his spray can, breaking the grip and letting him fall to the floor.

"Hey! HEY!! Get back here!" The angry russian was screaming at him as he scrambled away on his hands and knees. He could hear the ork coughing, choking on the liquid explosive that was filling the air around him, unable to get away as he pulled to separate his feet from the floor. Red-Eye didn't even bother looking back, already running as fast as his weak leg muscles could go, waiting for the -

BOOM!

He didn't get nearly as far away as he should have, thrown clean off his feet and down the hall by the shockwave that tore through a critical piece of the building's supports. He was pretty sure that had ruptured something, but he didn't have time to worry about that. He had to get the hell out of here before the floors above him remembered how gravity worked and collapsed on his head.

He made it out just in time to see the drones swoop in and strafe the building with fully automatic fire, and somebody inside responded in kind with a motherfuckin' rocket launcher. Why the hell were they packing rocket launchers!? He scrambled away from the burning wreckage, trying to remember where the hell they had parked the car.

>"Mesh, Sideways. If you asshats aren't dead already, you will be in the next 30 seconds if you don't get out of that building."< Red-Eye was pretty sure he wouldn't get a reply, but he put in the token effort anyway. True to his word, 30 seconds later he felt the road under his feet ripple from the force of the explosions as the entire office building imploded behind him, sinking into an ever increasing cloud of dust. Man, he was glad he was wearing a gas mask.

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He had gotten out while the getting was good and made a beeline for his street doc, needing some pain meds and some patching up after getting caught in one of his own explosions. Dr. Barkov was telling him some story about a wench he had bedded the night before, but he was barely paying attention, instead focused on the Matrix as he continued his search for Vory comms traffic, his face grim at what he was finding.

Jackson, that dandelion eating trog-gobbler, had sold him out. He wasn't sure if the mage had been against them from the start, or if he had just sung like a canary after they had caught him, but whatever the case was, the name Jackson knew him by was being passed around along with a disturbingly accurate description of what he really looked like, and the Vory's enforcers were tripping over each other in their search to find the bomb maker that had taken out a rather lucrative drug supply depot earlier in the night. The heat was on, and he was probably going to get burned, unless he got the hell out of town, and ditched that SIN in the process.

"Hey, Barkov. If you had to leave Seattle, like tonight, where would you go?" He asked, interrupting the doctor's story before he got to the good part.

"Short notice? Well, I have friends in CAS, know some places that always have good work. Have you ever been to College Station? Nice town. Could start fresh, no trouble. Why I leaving Seattle? I like it here." The dwarf replied in his thick accent.

"In this hypothetical, it's because the Vory are trying to kill you." Red-Eye replied. Barkov damn near jumped out of his skin.

"When do we leave?"

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And that's why Red-Eye/Archive left Seattle in favor of the CAS.
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« Reply #114 on: <12-09-14/1338:51> »
Ok, I had thought that Archive would be coming down to the CAS because of this job, but that works too.  One question, do you want Archive to be located in the DFW?  Most of the campaign will probably be set there, and there's an actual runner community, unlike College Station, which is too small to support much of anything runner-wise.

Nice write-up. 

@All, anything else we need to cover OOC before moving forward?
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« Reply #115 on: <12-09-14/1617:31> »
I think I'm good.
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« Reply #116 on: <12-09-14/1933:17> »
Ok, I had thought that Archive would be coming down to the CAS because of this job, but that works too.  One question, do you want Archive to be located in the DFW?  Most of the campaign will probably be set there, and there's an actual runner community, unlike College Station, which is too small to support much of anything runner-wise.

Oops. Yeah, change that to DFW then. I figured he needed a good reason to change his base of operations entirely to the CAS, otherwise he'd just go home after this job.

Don't think there's anything else OoC I need to know, feel free to move things forward.

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« Reply #117 on: <12-09-14/2149:02> »
Sorry its taking me so long on the IC post. I'm trying to figure out exactly how hopeless would react to this.

This is one of the ways PbP is actually a bit better than IRL. IRL, i aint gonna have time to make sure I'm staying in character and acting appropriately and all. This is almost like collaborative novel writing.

This shit is fun. Again, sorry its taking me so long.
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« Reply #118 on: <12-09-14/2237:22> »
Sorry its taking me so long on the IC post. I'm trying to figure out exactly how hopeless would react to this.

This is one of the ways PbP is actually a bit better than IRL. IRL, i aint gonna have time to make sure I'm staying in character and acting appropriately and all. This is almost like collaborative novel writing.

This shit is fun. Again, sorry its taking me so long.

No worries.  My thoughts exactly on the pros of PbP, btw.  I really like doing dialogue, and doing dialogue specific to characters, but when I GM live games that shit goes right out the window, and there's a lot of "He tells you that. . ." that's kinda lame.
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« Reply #119 on: <12-10-14/2050:14> »
At what point should I switch from Error to my decker? And where do things stand in that regard between Hopless and Archive, since we have to retcon a bit?