(background WIP, should be done this weekend. As always, the character crunch is rough, open to feedback!)
== Info ==
Street Name: Phoenix
Name: Marissa White
Movement: 12/24
Karma: 0
Street Cred: 0
Notoriety: 0
Public Awareness: 0
Human Female Age 23
Height 5'5" Weight 165
Composure: 5
Judge Intentions: 5
Lift/Carry: 5 (45 kg/30 kg)
Memory: 5
Nuyen: 4279
==Appearance==
A human woman of average height and (more or less average) weight, the Phoenix is surprisingly stylish for one of her profession. Her red auburn hair was kept long and straight, extending to the midback when left down, her face partially covered when not tucked behind her ear, leaving one hazel eye uncovered. Fair skin adorns her almond-shaped face, her mouth assymetrically curled into a half-smirk. Whenever she walks, she does so with an air of confidence and bravado, a slight swagger in her hips and head held high, accentuated by her clothes, which in casual settings consists of form-fitting jeans and a tanktop, accompanied by a jacket if the weather is unexpected cool.
On the job, her appearance shifts into the look befitting a trid star. In any normal job where fighting is considered (and in her line of work, that is often)Heavy boots covered her feet below black synthleather pants, a heavy belt ringing her hips. A one-size small crimson shirt covers her torso, covered by a more protective black and red jacket covered in armored plates, leaving her forearms bare, hands protected by heavy black synthleather gloves. An opague black ballistic mask would cover her face when she went to work, giving her an overall imposing presence.
Of course, not all jobs allow for this kind of getup. With that in mind, the Phoenix keeps many other outfits for any situation. Her time in the DFW has granted her some affection for the Texas-style lined longcoat for that "stranger in the sunset" look. When dealing with high-society drek, a cut and clean business suit framed her figure, often with her weapons carefully tucked away. Even stealth is an option for her, and electrochromic chameleon suit hugging her and keeping her out of sight.
Regardless of her attire, one thing was certain: this young woman was most certainly armed and dangerous at all times, and often in more ways than one. It was almost a ritual before every job: pull up to the location in her sleek car, pop the trunk, open the hidden paneling, and proceed to strap on the various holsters and slings about her body as she picked the tools for that particular situation. Her personal record stands at ten at any one time.==Concept==
The Phoenix is, by and large, suited for one main purpose: combat. In the shadows, a perfect plan will be clean, cut and dry, and unnoticed until the offending party is long gone from the scene. History and liberal use of Murphy's Law dictate that such an outcome is the rare exception rather than the actual rule, often leading to some firefight. That is where Phoenix comes in. With a vast array of tools and ability, she can put the hurt on anyone at most any range, often in more ways than one. Quick, mobile, hard-to-hit, and very much lethal.
== Priorities ==
Metatype: E - Human
Attributes: D - 14 Attributes
Special: B - Adept, Magician, or Technomancer
Skills: A - 46 Skills/10 Skill Groups
Resources: C - 140,000¥
== Attributes ==
BOD: 2
AGI: 6
REA: 3 (6)
STR: 3
CHA: 2
INT: 3
LOG: 2
WIL: 3
EDG: 3
MAG: 6
== Derived Attributes ==
Essence: 6
Initiative: 9 + 4d6
Rigger Initiative: 9 + 4d6
Astral Initiative: 6 + 2d6
Matrix AR Initiative: 9 + 4d6
Matrix Cold Initiative: 3 + DP + 3d6
Matrix Hot Initiative: 3 + DP + 4d6
Physical Damage Track: 9
Stun Damage Track: 10
== Limits ==
Physical: 5
Mental: 4
Social: 5
Ballistic Mask [+1] (Only for intimidation, Must be visible)
Astral: 5
== Active Skills ==
Animal Handling : 0 Pool: 1
Archery : 0 Pool: 5
Armorer : 3 Pool: 5
Automatics : 6 Pool: 12
Blades : 6 Pool: 12
Clubs : 6 Pool: 12
Computer : 1 Pool: 3
Con : 0 Pool: 1
Cybercombat : 0 Pool: 1
Demolitions : 0 Pool: 1
Disguise : 0 Pool: 2
Diving : 0 Pool: 1
Escape Artist : 0 Pool: 5
Etiquette : 2 Pool: 4
First Aid : 0 Pool: 1
Forgery : 0 Pool: 1
Free-Fall : 2 Pool: 4
Gunnery : 3 Pool: 9
Gymnastics : 4 Pool: 10
Hacking : 0 Pool: 1
Heavy Weapons : 0 Pool: 5
Impersonation : 0 Pool: 1
Instruction : 0 Pool: 1
Intimidation : 3 Pool: 7
Leadership : 0 Pool: 1
Longarms : 6 Pool: 12
Navigation : 0 Pool: 2
Negotiation : 0 Pool: 1
Palming : 2 Pool: 8
Perception : 4 Pool: 7
Performance : 1 Pool: 5
Pilot Ground Craft : 2 Pool: 8
Pilot Watercraft : 0 Pool: 5
Pistols : 6 Pool: 12
Running : 4 Pool: 7
Sneaking : 4 Pool: 10
Survival : 1 Pool: 4
Swimming : 4 Pool: 7
Throwing Weapons : 4 Pool: 10
Tracking : 0 Pool: 2
Unarmed Combat : 6 Pool: 12
== Knowledge Skills ==
English : N Pool: 0
Firearms : 2 Pool: 4
Japanese : 2 Pool: 5
Sports : 1 [Urban Brawl] Pool: 4 (6)
Trids : 3 [Action] Pool: 6 (

== Contacts ==
"Mr. House" (6, 1)
A classic sleazy fragger by any other name. Ran into this guy shortly after I started my new life. Runs a string of smalltime casinos as fronts for his fixer biz, hence the name. Kinda creepy, especially when he uses his actual poker chips as calling cardsSgt. Donahue (3, 2)
Now this is a class act. This guy runs a small armory in the DFW meant for corpsec access when drek really hits the fan. Funny thing is, the corpsecs don't appreciate his work. I helped him out of a jam once or twice, so he and I are tight. Even let me walk away with a few toys. Wiz.== Qualities ==
Adept
Agile Defender
Signature. (
"Call me crazy, but it ain't worth it if I can't leave my logo where I do my jobs. Ain't open to negotiation")
Allergy (Uncommon, Moderate) (Rust)
Ambidextrous
Mentor Spirit (Phoenix)(Dragonslayer archetype)
SINner (National) (Marissa White)
== Powers ==
Combat Sense Rating: 6 (4 through PP, 2 through foci)
Danger Sense Rating: 1
Enhanced Accuracy (skill) (Blades)
Improved Reflexes 3
Wall Running
== Lifestyles ==
Low-Qual Apartment 2 months
== Armor ==
Actioneer Business Clothes 8
+Electrochromic Clothing
Armor Jacket 12
+Chemical Protection 6
+Electrochromic Clothing
+Fire Resistance 4
+Nonconductivity 6
+Shock Frills
+YNT Softweave Armor
Ballistic Mask 2
+Trodes
+Vision Enhancement Rating 3
Chameleon Suit 9
+Thermal Damping 6
Clothing ("Street Clothes") 0
Clothing ("Stylish Clothes") 0
+Electrochromic Clothing
Clothing ("High Class outfit") 0
Lined Coat 9
== Weapons ==
AK-97
+Gas-Vent 3 System
+Imaging Scope
+Shock Pad
+Sling
+Smartgun System, Internal
+Spare Clip
+Spare Clip
+Spare Clip
+Spare Clip
Pool: 12 Accuracy: 7 DV: 10P AP: -2 RC: 5
Ares Light Fire 75
+Concealed Quick-Draw Holster
+Silencer, Ares Light Fire 70
+Smartgun System, Internal
+Spare Clip
+Spare Clip
+Spare Clip
Pool: 12 Accuracy: 8 DV: 6P AP: - RC: 1
Ares Predator V
+Concealed Quick-Draw Holster
+Gas-Vent 3 System
+Smartgun System, Internal
+Spare Clip
+Spare Clip
+Spare Clip
Pool: 12 Accuracy: 7 DV: 8P AP: -1 RC: 4
Ares Predator V
+Concealed Quick-Draw Holster
+Gas-Vent 3 System
+Smartgun System, Internal
+Spare Clip
+Spare Clip
+Spare Clip
Pool: 12 Accuracy: 7 DV: 8P AP: -1 RC: 4
Combat Axe
Pool: 12 Accuracy: 5 DV: 8P AP: -4 RC: 1
Combat Knife
Pool: 12 Accuracy: 7 DV: 5P AP: -3 RC: 1
Defiance T-250
+Flashlight, Standard
+Sling
+Smartgun System, Internal
Pool: 12 Accuracy: 6 DV: 10P AP: -1 RC: 1
Grenade: Flash-Bang (Aerodynamic)
Pool: 10 Accuracy: 5 DV: 10S (10m Radius) AP: -4 RC: 1
Grenade: Fragmentation (Aerodynamic)
Pool: 10 Accuracy: 5 DV: 18P(f) (-1/m) AP: +5 RC: 1
Grenade: High Explosive (Aerodynamic)
Pool: 10 Accuracy: 5 DV: 16P (-2/m) AP: -2 RC: 1
Grenade: Smoke (Aerodynamic)
Pool: 10 Accuracy: 5 DV: (10m Radius) AP: - RC: 1
Grenade: Thermal Smoke
Pool: 10 Accuracy: 5 DV: (10m Radius) AP: - RC: 1
Ingram Smartgun X
+Concealed Quick-Draw Holster
+Smartgun System, Internal
+Sound Suppressor
+Spare Clip
+Spare Clip
+Spare Clip
+Spare Clip
Pool: 12 Accuracy: 6 DV: 8P AP: - RC: 3
Katana
Pool: 12 Accuracy: 8 DV: 6P AP: -3 RC: 1
Micro Flare Launcher
Pool: 0 Accuracy: 3 DV: 5P(fire) AP: -5 RC: 1
Pole Arm
Pool: 12 Accuracy: 6 DV: 6P AP: -2 RC: 1
Remington 950
+Imaging Scope
+Silencer
+Sling
+Smartgun System, Internal
Pool: 12 Accuracy: 9 DV: 12P AP: -4 RC: 1
Ruger Super Warhawk
+Concealed Quick-Draw Holster
+Smartgun System, Internal
+Speed Loader
+Speed Loader
Pool: 12 Accuracy: 7 DV: 9P AP: -2 RC: 1
Shock Gloves
Pool: 12 Accuracy: 5 DV: 8S(e) AP: -5 RC: 1
Stun Baton
Pool: 12 Accuracy: 4 DV: 9S(e) AP: -5 RC: 1
Telescoping Staff
Pool: 12 Accuracy: 4 DV: 5P AP: - RC: 1
Unarmed Attack
Pool: 12 Accuracy: 5 DV: 3S AP: - RC: 1
Yamaha Pulsar
+Quick-Draw Holster
+Smartgun System, Internal
Pool: 12 Accuracy: 7 DV: 7S(e) AP: -5 RC: 1
== Commlink ==
Hermes Ikon (ATT: 0, SLZ: 0, DP: 5, FWL: 5)
+Sim Module
== Gear ==
Ammo: APDS (Heavy Pistols) x30
Ammo: APDS (Sniper Rifles) x30
Ammo: Explosive Rounds (Heavy Pistols) x60
Ammo: Explosive Rounds (Assault Rifles) x76
Ammo: Flechette Rounds (Submachine Guns) x160
Ammo: Flechette Rounds (Shotguns) x50
Ammo: Gel Rounds (Light Pistols) x80
Ammo: Gel Rounds (Sniper Rifles) x20
Ammo: Gel Rounds (Shotguns) x20
Ammo: Regular Ammo (Light Pistols) x80
Ammo: Regular Ammo (Heavy Pistols) x300
Ammo: Regular Ammo (Submachine Guns) x320
Ammo: Regular Ammo (Assault Rifles) x380
Ammo: Regular Ammo (Sniper Rifles) x30
Ammo: Regular Ammo (Shotguns) x20
Ammo: Stick-n-Shock (Heavy Pistols) x120
Ammo: Stick-n-Shock (Assault Rifles) x76
Ammo: Taser Dart (Tasers) x40
AR Gloves
Biomonitor
Certified Credstick, Gold x2
Certified Credstick, Silver x3
Certified Credstick, Standard x5
Climbing Gear
Contacts Rating 3
+Image Link
+Flare Compensation
+Smartlink
Crowbar
Datachip x20
Earbuds Rating 3
+Select Sound Filter Rating 1
+Audio Enhancement Rating 2
Fake SIN (Tanya Smith) Rating 4
+Fake License (Weapon License) Rating 4
+Fake License (Concealed Carry Permit) Rating 4
+Fake License (Adept License) Rating 4
+Fake License (Driver's License) Rating 4
+Fake License (Bodyguard License) Rating 4
+Fake License (Hunting License) Rating 4
+Fake License (Restricted Armor License) Rating 4
Flashlight, Infrared
Gecko Tape Gloves
Glasses Rating 4 (Sunglasses)
+Vision Enhancement Rating 3
+Thermographic Vision
Grenade: Flash-Bang (Aerodynamic) x5
Grenade: Fragmentation (Aerodynamic) x6
Grenade: High Explosive (Aerodynamic) x6
Grenade: Smoke (Aerodynamic) x4
Grenade: Thermal Smoke x2
Long Haul x3
Mapsoft (DFW)
Micro Flare Launcher
Micro Flares x6
Micro-Transceiver
Qi Focus (Bonded Foci) (Combat Sense) Rating 4
Rapelling Gloves
Respirator Rating 6
Restraint, Plastic x60
Sensor Tags x30
Shopsoft (Ammuntion)
Shopsoft (Food)
Shopsoft (Weapons Care)
Signature Paraphrenalia
Slap Patch, Stim Patch Rating 6 x4
Slap Patch, Tranq Patch Rating 6 x3
Slap Patch, Trauma Patch x4
Smokes
Stealth Tags x10
Survival Kit
Tag Eraser
Tool Kit (Armorer)
Trid Projector
Trodes
== Vehicles ==
Hyundai Shin-Hyung (Sport Sedan)
+Smuggling Compartment (Dwarf, Human, Elf, or Ork)
+Sensor Array Rating 2
Suzuki Mirage (Racing Bike)
+Sensor Array Rating 2
==Background==
"What's happening, ShadowNET! This is...hey...this thing on? Hell-OOOOO! Testing testing, check check...alright, there we go...
Well, I suppose this is my declaration of intent, to be broadcasted in the event of my unfortunate but AWESOME demise or some drek like that. Either way, I don't want folks to be confused by what I do, and I will be HELLA damned if I go out a faded memory. So here goes.
I'll start from the beginning. As much as I wish I had parents killed by a lone gunman, or had some sick accident in waste or radiation or whatnot, I was born into safe, dreary middle class normalness. You'll forgive me if I don't say names, but I'm sure my poor mother'a heart would burst if she knew the drek I got into. Needless to say, they were both extremely average upper wage-slaves for a big Corp, or some subsidiary thereof. Accountant and personal assotant, if I'm being precise (maybe!). In Austin, that meant I grew up in a fairly decent apartment in the middle of a not so decent hood. I had schooling, a little socializing, but I was definitely not allowed outside by myself, ya know? So, for the several hours a day I was alone whilst the parentals were making their pay, I was at home. Toys got boring, wasn't allowed a link, so I had one thing:
The Trids.
Action trids became my life. There was excitement, there was action, and danger meant drek! I idolized it, obsessed over it. I memorized every catchy line, every dramatic speech right before things got hairy, all the cool poses the heroes made right after a sweet kill...walking away from explosions was my favorite. Of course the parentals got a little concerned, but it wasn't like I'd actually act on this, right?
Fast forward to when I'm 18. Just graduated high school (barely, with plenty of bribes, trust me), and da was lining my hoop up with a safe, boring wage job. Knew it was my chance before I got locked down, so what did I do? Borrowed my ma's link, loaded as much jing as I could get away with onto a stick, and skipped out. I was free. Thankfully I kept some skills from school and subtly put my feelers out for work to let me live my dream: live a life high on action and epicness.
Granted, the first jobs were a bit dull: guard duty, bodyguarding, security, drek like that. But it got my name out there and got me in touch with connections and resources. Started picking up guns and shooting with them (SIM games only go so far, believe me!) And was getting pretty good. After a year, I was granted more transport jobs, even more active muscle work. By 20, a merchant company recruited me, promising me some real action, and they delivered!
A year into that, though, it all went to drek. Was given a job with a team to go out into Arizona to raid a guarded supply dump for some hoop. The twist? The dump belonged to a syndicate. Yaks or Triads, by the look of em, but I don't remember. Either way, job went to hell, we barely escaped alive. Guess I got IDed, because two days later, while waiting for my next order, my hoop gets jumped, bagged, and taken to who-fragging-knows-where, and placed in the sand on my knees. The only thing I see when the bag over my head is removed is a pale hand with a gun pointed at my chest. Click, bang, thud, red.
I was dead. I'm sure of it. The next part is where things get really sick...
Everything is black. I'm literally seeing nothing. And then, suddenly, FLAMES EXPLODE AROUND ME. I'm floating in the middle of it all, engulfed, and then a shape forms in front of me. A great fragging flaming bird, a Phoenix, landed, stared me in the eye, and spoke. I'll never forget the words. "Your heart burns with passion. It should not extinguished by mere execution. You seek challenge? Rise and take flight.". And I awoke. In a desert. Alive. Fueled by a fire I had never felt before.
I wander for days. Dunno how I stayed alive through it all, but eventually I was found by some shaman dude. Said I was Awakened, and that was how he found me. Magic? I dunno, but if that's what the energy I feel inside is, I won't knock it. I feel...faster, nimble, quick, like some coiled spring. I realized until this point I was simply pretending to be an action star.
Now I am one.
Given direction, I made my way to the nearest city, did some work, stole a car, and began building my collection again. One gun or weapon wasn't going to cut it: I was destined for a greater ability. Now,no one is safe when I have my target. I do my work, look good doing it, leave my calling card, then get in my car and move on. Sometimes I find a place to hole up to build my cred sticjsm. The DFW? Small enough, but if I can get some work, should suit me fine..."