So, are we deciding on the whole syndicate angle? Because that will likely affect what I'm going to play.
I also second Ryo, I would rather start from Standard as a jumping off point, and then upgrading them.
I don't think anyone has decided on anything yet.
Play what you wanna play, I cannot stress this enough.
EDIT: The motion to start from standard rather than street has been seconded. If we have a third, the motion carries.
I'll be the third.
Hey rednblack? Won't you tell the rest of the group a bit about baby hardcore, huh?
So, Baby Hardcore is a character I've been trying to do stories with for a few years now, but I've yet to get a one that I'm happy with. He won't leave my head, though, I'm really happy to be playing him. At first, I was writing him in a present-day St. Louis or Dallas setting, but I think he's good SR material. The basic gist is: he had a rough start to life. Mom had to call Bikers Against Child Abuse to get him and his brother away from dad. His first memory is being out on the front stoop while his burly leathered up dudes are literally escorting his mom into the house to grab clothes while his dad shoots his mouth off with all sorts of unpleasantness. A couple years later, and it's the same deal, only with BH's new "Uncle" who had been staying with them for a few months.
Then mom gave up on men bc bliss is really a whole lot better than a man ever could be anyway, and it was Baby Hardcore who called BACA next after not being fed for like a week. Not much BACA could do, and BH's brother had already split, so at 12, Baby took to the streets. He learned a few good cons early on, and that kept him fed so long as he kicked up some of the earnings to the gangers who controlled the area, but you don't stay cute for long, and even though Baby is young, and looks young, the street rat game wasn't getting him anywhere, so he did what a lot of boys who grow up in the sprawls do: he got himself a gun. In his early days, his favorite targets were dealers. Not that Baby Hardcore is above getting his buzz on, but as Omar Little would say, "It's all in the game though, right?" Baby Hardcore was smart about it, he'd catch a bus down a dozen or so blocks, watch his quarry, and then pounce on the guy in the Shin-Hyung, usually without firing a shot.
He found himself a new family too: Angie and Nina, a troll and elf respectively whom he calls "mom" and "dad," the latter much to Nina's disapproval and his own entertainment. It was Nina who exposed him to anarcho-punk music of the 20th century, and where he started to develop his neo-A education. Suddenly, the world looked a lot bigger than his sprawl, and Baby Hardcore started to see that the corps, the government, the syndicates, they were all playing the long game and rigging the rules as they went. It's awful hard in 2075 to believe in some overarching figure like "the man," but as far as Baby sees it, there's a chess game going on, and the pawns have a lot more power than they know. So Baby started setting his sets higher. If there was a chance to take a corp down a few pegs, he'd jump at it. Embarrass a mafioso, gun down a politician in a bunraku parlor, publish some of Ares' dirty little secrets about how they've been infiltrating and then torturing Terra-First activists, these were Baby Hardcore's wet dreams.
Only, this line of work is bound to earn you some enemies, and you're lucky if a long, protracted death is all you're up against. Somehow, Baby fell under the radar of Lin McAlexeyev-San of the Golden Star (since we don't know which syndicate, I'll just go with a portmanteau.) And Baby Hardcore was issued an ultimatum: a complete or total cleansing of the blocks he loves, or a little work now and then, some ¥ that could sure go to good use on his home turf, and some protections for those who love and depend on him. At first, Baby hated the reigns, and hated his new masters for them. And the crew he worked with, slag-offs, every last one of them. It's awful hard to bleed with somebody, and not start to love them, though. And sure enough, as they started to depend on him, and he in turn on them, things in Baby Hardcore's revolutionary fantasy started to get a lot more complicated. Hell, some of them he even likes like get a drink when you're not working kind of "like." Fucking weird. On the one hand, the setup is perfect: he gets to keep putting rounds at high value targets for his ultimate agenda. On the other hand, it's kind of like what the cops do, being in the pocket of what criminal syndicate while taking down another. Morally ambiguous if not bankrupt.
Last few notes, Baby Hardcore is young, like young young. Like, if the team has been together for a few years, he might be pushing 18. It's more likely that he's 16 or 17. This may or may not make it in game, but he has a milky right eye, and word on the street is that he sold his soul to a devil, a loa, an insect spirit, or something to get his powers. Either that, or he found a Robert Johnson LP around all those punk records, and made up the story himself. Still, it's been a lasting stain on his rep. He looks like this:

tl;dr version: street rat comes up hard, robs drug dealers, wants to move on to corps, but becomes indebted to powerful criminal organization that will wipe out his adopted family and friends if he doesn't play ball.