Well. Talking about my life we are not talking about some fucking rosegarden. I was born to Lagos. My blood is pure Igbo. Not like those punks on the streets, Area boyos..mixed breed of every filthy bitch you can find in Niger, including some apes, I suppose. But there was no luck in this. `Cause I was born second. Maybe some seconds after my brother, it doesnt matter. Because it was him who walked away with the Gift, not me. He became a jewel in my tribes eyes, and no one seen that he in nothing but the rotten apple. I`d experienced it first. It begans with some funny tricks that made others lagh, but it didnt stopped when others turned away. He tried whatever he can to make me feel his supperiority, tortured me, haunted me all night long with his spirits, driving me crazy. There was no escape from his Mojo. I lasted years, and my luck was broken.
I had to leave. Move somewhere where I would be safe from him. I`m not a stupid guy, and as he was supposed to grow up in the power, I had to seek protection in the means possible for me. So I moved to Festac. You know, there are few communities like this in the world, But you just accidentaly find some place as fucked up as Festac town. Something here in the air, in the earth and even in people(haha) living here makes magic works less efficiently. There are worse places, even in Lagos. But no one is able to survive there for long time, with all those sassabonsam and walking dead and I dont know what else.
In the Festac, there was my homeground. Cursed land for the cursed man...
I`had have became a member of Hausa Hacks. Interested more in machines than in breaking codes and stealing IDs, I`ve beeing a good money source for my new brothers, as they use my abilities and gave me some addons I needed to work poperly. Selling my services to merc groups, who needed to cover their comunication in the city and keep their automats running, while they were out in the jungle for some operations. Ive got a strict code of honor theese days, not giving the info about anyone I`ve worked for, thinking that only a good rep should bring more money in the future. Most of my brothers respected this. But there is always a rotten apple, and my broken luck was about to strike again.
When I was out for a mission once, some lazy fucked up scorched brain decided to meake his profit on my behalf. When he was not able to break my codes, he asked here and there and he found out that I have a brother. So he started to look for him, thinking he could use him to convience me to give him my data. And because my brother was "non-existent" in the wireless world, he had to done it good old way, by his feet and his mouth. I only hope that he had suffered long enought for this.
But then again, knowing my blood-brother, he had.
He rised in power all the time and become feared and heated even amog Igbos. After he used our entire family as a gift for some sassabonsam shaman he tried to convience to teach him some of his secrests, he was expelled from the tribe. Like he cared... He had his path chosen long before this happened. He become part of Sons of Sauron terrorist group.
He stormed our hideout in Festac right away. Magical background was no match for his actual power. When I came from my mission, I found nothing but ruins and piles of garbage mixed with parts of bodies of my commerades, scavengers already feeding on them, everything painted red...On one of a few walls still standing there was a message, painted bz blood. I wasn`t supposed to read it. I was supposed to feel it. And I was damned lucky that i had survived this undestanding.
When I woke up from uncounsciousness, I made my way out from Festac. Madame Iboju was more than generous when she used her mojo to heal my wounds. She said something about powerfull magic, and said that only my cyber upgrades saved me, because my brothers spell attacked my very soul...something I have not much left.
My next steps lead to the small buka at the Dúdú Dúdú Ojá market. Osayi has good contacts, and the hangout in his bukka provided me jobs before. The difference is, that this is the first time Im looking for job outside the Lagos area...
Name: Me3XST
Race: Ork (20BP)
Stats (200BP):
Body: 6 Charisma: 2
Agility: 4/+2 Intuition: 5
Reaction: 5/+4 Logic: 4/+2
Strenght: 4 Willpower: 3
Initiative: 14 IP: 3
Edge: 1
Essence: 0,15
Positive Qualities(+35): Negative Qualities (-35):
Jurryrigger Bad luck
Restricted Gear (2pcs) Evil twin
Natural hardening Vendetta
Analytical mind
Skills (130BP):
Electronics group 3
Electronic warfare 4
Armorer 3
Pilot ground craft 5
Gunnery 3
Perception 4
Dodge 4(6)
Etiquete 2
Knowledge & Language skills:
Igbo: N
English: 2
Military tactics: 4
Terrorist groups - Sons of Sauron: 4/6
Security Design: 4
Security procedures: 4
Smuggling routes: 5
Mercenary hangouts: 3
Black markets: 4
Radio frequencies: 3
Cyberware:
Commlink
Fairlight Caliban 5/5
Upgraded Response 5
Hot Sim
Cerebral booster 2
Move-By-Wire system 2
Control rig
Muscle tonner 2
Nanohive 3
Control Rig Booster 3
Cybereyes 2
Flare compensation
Smartlink
Vision enhancement 3
Cyberears 1
Damper
Select sound filter
Spatial recognizer
Cost: 158000Y (+30)
Software: (o=Optimized(5), e=ergonomy)
OS 5
Firewall 5
Basic set:
Reality filter (o,e) 5
Encrypt (o,e) 5
Analyze (o,e) 5
Scan(o,e) 5
Stealth (o) 5
Biofeedback filter (o) 5
Add-ons:
ECCM (o) 5
Command (o,e) 5
Armor (o) 5
Edit (o) 5
Databomb (o) 5
Decrypt(o) 5
Sniffer (o) 5
Spoof (o) 5
Cost: 83450 Y
Gear:
Mapsoft 6
Linguasoft 5
Medic 3
Jupiter Taser Club
AK-97 Carabine
Camouflage Suit
Backpack
Armor Clothing
Chemsuit 5
Cost: 8080 Y
Total cost: 249530Y / 400 BP
