Threw together a Mundane Face and a bit of a backstory.
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== Info ==
Street Name: Seeker
Name: Evan Crisp
Karma: 0
Street Cred: 0
Notoriety: 0
Public Awareness: 0
Human Male Age 20
Height 6'1" Weight 189lbs
Nuyen: 950
== Attributes ==
BOD: 3
AGI: 3 (5)
REA: 3
STR: 5 (7)
CHA: 4
INT: 4
LOG: 3
WIL: 3
== Derived Attributes ==
Essence: 4.26
Initiative: 7
IP: 1
Matrix Initiative: 4
Matrix IP: 1
Physical Damage Track: 10
Stun Damage Track: 10
== Active Skills ==
Blades : 1 Pool: 6
Climbing : 3 Pool: 11
Computer : 1 Pool: 4
Con : 4 Pool: 10
Data Search : 1 Pool: 4
Disguise : 1 Pool: 5
Dodge : 2 [Ranged Combat] Pool: 5 (7)
Etiquette : 4 Pool: 10
Flight : 3 Pool: 11
Gymnastics : 3 Pool: 9
Hardware : 1 Pool: 4
Infiltration : 1 Pool: 6
Leadership : 4 Pool: 10
Locksmith : 1 Pool: 6
Negotiation : 4 Pool: 10
Palming : 1 Pool: 6
Parachuting : 1 [BASE Jumping] Pool: 4 (6)
Perception : 2 Pool: 6
Pistols : 3 [Semi-Automatics] Pool: 8 (10)
Running : 3 Pool: 11
Shadowing : 1 Pool: 5
Software : 1 Pool: 4
Survival : 1 Pool: 4
Swimming : 3 Pool: 11
Unarmed Combat : 3 [Subdual Combat] Pool: 8 (10)
== Knowledge Skills ==
Anti-Corporate Blogging Trends : 2 Pool: 6
Chinese : 2 Pool: 6
English : N Pool: 0
Japanese : 2 Pool: 6
Matrix Theory : 1 Pool: 4
Orzet : 1 Pool: 5
Running Shoe Trends : 4 Pool: 8
Shiawase Seattle Operations : 2 Pool: 6
Smuggler Routes : 1 Pool: 5
Street Drugs : 1 Pool: 5
Urban Exploration : 4 [Denver] Pool: 8 (10)
== Contacts ==
Deng, Anti-Corp Blogger (2, 4)
Fixer (3, 1)
Neo-Tokyo Talismonger (1, 1)
Sympathy (2, 6)
== Qualities ==
Dependent (Nuisance)
Guts
Lost Loved One
SINner (Standard)
== Cyberware/Bioware ==
Commlink
+Data Lock
+Datajack
Cyberears Rating 2
+Ear Recording Unit
+Sound Link
+Balance Augmenter
+Select Sound Filter Rating 2
+Damper
+Audio Enhancement Rating 1
Image Link
Muscle Augmentation Rating 2
Muscle Toner Rating 2
Skinlink
Sleep Regulator
Synthacardium Rating 1
Tailored Pheromones Rating 2
== Armor ==
Urban Explorer Jumpsuit 6/6
+Thermal Damping
== Weapons ==
Colt America L36
+Concealable Holster
DV: 4P AP: - RC: 0
Knife
DV: 5P AP: - RC: 0
Unarmed Attack
DV: 4S AP: - RC: 0
== Commlink ==
Custom Commlink (5, 5, 5, 4)
+Custom Commlink OS
+Encrypt Rating 5
+Biofeedback Filter Rating 4
+Scan Rating 5
+Stealth Rating 4
== Gear ==
Ammo: Regular Ammo (Light Pistols) x100
Biometric Reader
Climbing Gear
Contact Lenses Rating 2 x2
+Flare Compensation
+Low Light
Datachip x10
Docwagon Contract: Basic
Fake License (Colt L36, Courier) Rating 4 x2
Fake SIN Rating 3
Goggles Rating 4
+Flare Compensation
+Low Light
+Vision Enhancement Rating 3
+Vision Magnification
Lockpick Set
Mapsoft (Seattle, Neo-Tokyo, Hong Kong, Denver) Rating 4 x4
Plastic Restraints x50
Psyche x3
Rappelling Gloves
Subvocal Microphone
Tag Eraser x3
Wire Clippers
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Backstory
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Timeline
2052 - Born
2057 - Escaped Arcology
2057-2062 - Neo-Tokyo
2062-2064 - Hong Kong
2064-2072 - Denver
2072 - Back in Seattle
So, here's the deal. I don't remember getting yanked out of the arcology. I've got a gap I could drive a hovercraft through. So, here is what I know. Some of this is what Welles told me, so take it as you will.
My mom was apparently a bigwig at a Shiawase Arcology, and was profitable enough to have a loose leash. She went slumming in Seattle fairly regularly until she came back pregnant with me. I assume Welles knew my mom from these days, but he won't tell me anything. After coming back knocked up, she stopped leaving the arcology. Now right around turning five things got fuzzy. All I remember is hearing my mom talking to someone about something in Dunklehzahn's will, and then I woke up getting hauled by the waist out of Shiawase with bullets flying past my head.
On the subject of Welles, he let me know that my mom hired him to pull an extraction on the both of us on real short notice. So short in fact, that he had about a day to pull together a team of 'runners he had never worked with. It was supposed to be a cakewalk, but someone glitched everything. One of the sammy's got gakked on the inside, and the whole plan fell apart. Welles pulled the other three back together, and finished the job... sort of. They found me, but Mom was apparently long gone. This is the part where I start remembering things. Scary drek to wake up to. Welles never let me live down pissin' all over him.
Next, though, is a valuable lesson that Welles said he learned. NEVER 'run with a team you haven't drank with. So, my mom paid half up front for the job, and now that she wasn't there, the other half wasn't forthcoming. They started talking about shoring up losses by seeing what some organleggers would offer up for me. Welles put a bullet between the eyes of the first guy that put a hand on me after that conversation and, after taking a bullet to the shoulder, started running. I've never stopped.
Now, we come to another bit about Welles. He's paranoid. You think he called himself "Welles" cause that was his real name? I swear I saw him whispering sweet nothings to a paperback of '1984' one time. But, paranoia can be a healthy thing sometimes. He knew he had a couple of 'runners chasing him down, and Welles liquidated his assets and had us on a boat in eight hours. The man put Boy Scouts to shame.
We found our way into Neo-Tokyo and stayed with a talismonger til she kicked us out. Apparently it was bad for business to have the two of us hiding in the back of her store. She treated us like strays, but she made sure we never starved. We stayed in Neo-Tokyo for five years. I kept running. Climbing and swimming, when the toxin alerts were low, too. Learned some Japanese. We stayed until right after Christmas. Welles had been watching the Ghostwalker incident pretty closely and then, one day, he woke me up and we were running again.
A few days later I found myself in Hong Kong. We boarded with some militant anti-Corp ork blogger. His blog was filled with the most recent "raping of the environment/freedom/competitive business" drek. Crazy bastard. I still talk to Deng pretty regularly... I love the guy. I hear he's joined up with the 9x9's. Anyway, we spent two years inhabiting his basement. Welles started teaching me how to shoot when I turned fourteen, and I was still running. Started a bit of shoplifting too. Learned a little Chinese, and Deng taught me some Orzet. I'd say mostly curse words, but that's pretty much the language. At some point Welles thought we were in trouble again, so we started to lie low. Then the Crash of '64 happened. Scared me out of my mind, but Welles found another way out. Said that if we leave while everything is down, it'd be harder to find us.
So, that brings us to Denver. We found ourselves a coffin hotel, and Welles started 'running again. Said he was getting some good work, and was running out of nuyen and favors. Oh, well. I didn't care, because there was a brothel right next door. Can you imagine the temptation for a twelve year old? Well, I apparently annoyed the right people often enough, because the place started giving me oddjobs. Most of my work was going and fetching drugs for the clientele. It's also where I met Sympathy, an elven joygirl. I got to know her, not in the biblical sense... (not yet, anyway), and we became good friends. There was a lot more too her than met the eyes. She's the one that taught me about the Matrix, even if nothing really useful stuck. The bouncer at the brothel started treating me like a little brother. He showed me where to hit someone to make it hurt, but not show. Clients don't like explaining black eyes to their wives. The money I was making was pretty good too... I started getting all of my warez about this time, too. Welles bought me a few things, too. He had Sympathy make sure my commlink didn't have any malware on it, and that everything else was shipshape too. Apparently, Sympathy did a few datasteals with Welles; owed him a favor. She said she'd have done it for free, and Welles waved her off saying this made them square. Turned twenty, and Sympathy took me out to celebrate. Shared a rather nice night, too.
Had a video message waiting the next morning. Welles' face loaded up on AR. I listened to his voice. It was kind of shaky.
"So... here's the deal. Shiawase wasn't responsible for your mom's disappearance. Don't know who it was, but it was someone else. She's still alive, I know it. Check the attached files for access to my Malaysian Bank account, I switched it over to you yesterday. Info is with the attached. There is about six thousand nuyen in the account, and it'll take two thousand nuyen to the smuggler listed in the attached to get two people to Seattle tonight. Meet him at seven. Make damn sure you are there at seven, you hear me? I... Well, they... found me. And I'm not getting away this time. You won't see me again, so... be careful. Be careful."
As his voice choked up towards the end, I took him on his word. Sympathy insisted on coming with me... wouldn't take no for an answer. Old coot could put Boy Scouts to shame.
So, here I am in Seattle. I've got enough nuyen to put food on the table for two for a couple of months. I've got nothing to go on with what happened with my mom, and Sympathy is still with me. Fixer found me, and he's trying to find me a job. Got Sympathy working at a modshop hacking commlinks.
Fixer says Welles told him to get in touch with me, said my name was "Seeker".
He flashes a toothy grin.
"Well, Seeks, I think you got a face I can sell."