Better put mine in again, then, just to make things look proper...
Alias: Incipit
Name: Naharika Pathak
Race: Elf
Build Point totals: 400 = Metatype (30) + Attributes (175) + Qualities (+35/-35) + Skills (108) + Nuyen (37) + Foci (2) + Contacts (18)
Background:If one was to create a file on the life of Naharika Pathak, one would not be mistaken in judiciously applying an [EVO] stamp on the product. That, in fact, is what has been done, and if one was to pay the right people, access to such might even be found.
Growing up in India, even when born to human parents of some standing, is not the dream of many metahumans. Such, however, was the case for Naharika. Her father was a moderately successful stock trader, with her mother working as newscaster for a popular regional channel. Perhaps she might have followed in their footsteps, were it not for an event that came to pass shortly before her eleventh birthday: She Awakened.
Born in Surat, it might have seemed obvious upon her Awakening to be enrolled in one of the many programs sponsored by the Gujarat Ayurved University, one of the foremost Indian magical educational institutions, were it not for the fact that said institution was extremely biased towards Hindu traditions. Her parents were somewhat religious Jaina, in spite of their professions, and thus not particularly interested in this. As such, the choice was between enrolling in a program teaching incompatible dogma, finding one espousing one's own dogma, but providing sub-par education – Or perhaps finding something completely third.
It was a narrow thing, but in the end, the third option was the one taken. After all, a mage in the family was a status symbol, and who would willingly waste one such by neglecting its development? The country was searched far and wide, until an unlikely candidate was found. The Japanese Corporation, Yamatetsu, it seemed, was branching into the thaumaturgical market, and was providing likely candidates with a solid magical education, for an unlikely small fee. Certain restrictions were involved, of course, but beggars, as the saying goes, can't be choosers, and so the offer was accepted. With Yamatetsu being an AAA corporation, at least the quality would be assured, and with the eclectic nature of the program, their magical progeny would not swayed too much in the wrong direction. Naharika, of course, has no say in the matter, but she was not too dissatisfied. The new world into which she was drawn was a fascinating one, and though her new teachers still demanded a measure of respect, it was now a mutual respect – She was special; she couldn't be replaced by any runt from the streets, and they knew that.
After two years, disaster struck. Yamatetsu was send into turmoil due to internal events, and shortly thereafter, the Matrix came crashing down. When things began to stabilize once more, her family was ruined, and even the small fee involved in her education was too much to bear – They would have to have her withdraw from the program. Unwilling to lose a prospective resource, however, Yamatetsu made a counterproposal: They would fit the bill, if only Naharika would partake in a new study. Yamatetsu, after all, was especially involved in the manufacture of cyber- and bioware, and even in a thaumaturgical program, drawing upon such resources was tempting. Finding mages, especially strong ones, willing to undergo augmentation, on the other hand, was quite difficult. Who better than the desperate of the desperate?
Undergo surgery she did, and though her powers were weakened for it, she did not regret it. What mattered was that she was allowed to continue her studies – So she was, and so she did.
***
Years later, as she left her old apartment for the last time, locking the doors and flashing through the documents on her new residency and her job contract, she looked back at her past and though about how she'd gotten there. The years seemed to have passed so quickly, and for so little. Her education and training had been a breeze, what with the neural enhancers they'd pumped her full of, and she'd been thrust into a world of politics so sure of herself. She'd known things, she'd been so sure of it, and others had just seemed so slow.
The breaking point had been when they had employed that pair of flea-ridden wolf-fawners as “spiritual guidance.” Oh, the complaints she'd had...
Their starting wages were higher than what she'd fought tooth and nail for! They didn't have any qualifications! Oh, yes, they were Awakened, alright, but so was everyone in the department! And who in their right minds would claim that she had been given her powers by some benevolent entity, and would have them taken away, lest she obey its wishes? They were incompetent nutters, and everyone else respected them because they sounded wise! She knew spirits, could summon them up and talk to them, she even had one assisting her for whatever inscrutable reason it might have. That didn't mean she bowed down and worshipped them; it just meant she treated them like she would any other intelligent entity! How could people be so stupid!?
She hadn't been heeded, of course. Rather the opposite. Oh, how she'd used to love the EvoPeople, and their way of judging everyone based on their merits. Or so she thought, at the time. It turned out that they just accepted everyone, regardless of merit. In spite of lack of merit, as it was.
She'd been infuriated, but not so much as when she realized what they would do to her: Her refusal to work with the shamans had caused a tempest of immense proportions; it was unheard of for EvoPeople to do that. They tried to negotiate with her, gave her corrective courses, did everything they could to try to convince her to accept those people, regardless of their inane claims and their mindless acceptance of baseless theories. She hadn't caved. And so they punished her.
Now, she was on her way from the place she'd grown used to, away from the people she half-hated, half-loved. She'd still work for them, of course, or a subsidiary project of theirs. It wouldn't do to throw away such a valuable resource. And yet, even the work would be negligible. She'd be teleworking, doing a few hours a week of commcalls with various researchers working on nexialist projects – Or so the spiel ran. A promotion, they called it, to “an important research program more suited for her unique capabilities.” An important project indeed. So important as to be unable to pay more than a quarter of her cost of living.
She sighed, and stepped into the unremarkable car with the tinted windows that had just parked next to her. Such was the nature of corporate politics. She still had her skills, and she still had her will.
Too bad for the suits.[/spoiler]
Appearance:A rather short woman, especially for an elf, Incipit might easily be mistaken for everything but what she is - As a miniscule augmented Indian elf, she is far from the usual appearance of a Chaos Mage. She walks with a firm stride, sure of her own merits, always dressed to face the world - If, perhaps, just to be able to tell in which direction to run.Sheet:Name: Naharika Pathak
Alias: Incipit
Race: Elf
Sex: Female
Nationality: CAS Permanent Resident
Karma Spent: 0
Attributes
Body | Agility | Reaction | Strength |
3 | 2 | 1 | 1 |
Charisma | Intuition | Logic | Willpower |
3 | 3 | 5 [8] | 4 |
Edge | Magic/Resonance | Essence | Initiative |
1 | 5 | 5.00 | 4 |
Positive QualitiesLow-Light Vision (Metatype)
College Education
Magician
Mentor Spirit (Spider)
Restricted Gear 1
Spirit Pact (Edge 1, Formula Pact)
Negative QualitiesDay Job (10 hours/week)
Media Junkie (Mild)
Prejudiced (Specific, Outspoken) (Shamans and other Faith-based Magicians)
Records on File (Evo)
SINner (Standard)
Active SkillsBiotech Skill Group | 1 |
Influence Skill Group | 1 |
Arcana | 1 |
Banishing | 2 |
Binding (Spirit of Man) | 3 |
Computer | 1 |
Counterspelling | 2 |
Data Search | 1 |
Ritual Spellcasting | 3 |
Spellcasting (Illusion) | 5 |
Summoning | 3 |
Knowledge Skills (24 free points)Cyberneurology | 2 |
History | 2 |
Magic Traditions (Mages) | 1 |
Magical Theory | 4 |
Matrix Gaming | 1 |
Modern Literature | 1 |
Mysticism | 2 |
News | 3 |
Language Skills
Gujarati | N |
English | 5 |
Cantonese | 2 |
Cyber/BiowareCyberware | Essence | Cost | Notes |
Datajack | 0.08 | 1,000¥ | Alphaware |
Single Cybereye | 0.08 | 2,600¥ | Rating 1, Alphaware, /w Vision Magnification |
Nanohive | 0.60 | 20,000¥ | Rating 1, Alphaware |
Neocortical Neural Amplifiers | 0.00 | 15,000¥ | Rating 3 |
Bioware | Essence | Cost | Notes |
Cerebral Boosters | 0.48 | 60,000¥ | Rating 3, Alphaware |
Spells/Complex Forms/ProgramsSpell | Cost | Notes |
Analyse Magic | 0¥ | Detection |
Mind Probe | 0¥ | Detection |
Mindnet, Extended | 0¥ | Detection |
Increase Reflexes | 0¥ | Health |
Agony | 0¥ | Illusion |
Dream | 0¥ | Illusion |
Physical Mask | 0¥ | Illusion |
Sight Removal | 0¥ | Illusion |
Trid Phantasm | 0¥ | Illusion |
Physical Barrier | 0¥ | Manipulation |
Gear (185,000¥)Item | Location | Cost | Notes |
Power Focus | Worn | 50,000¥ | Rating 2, Restricted |
Lucifer Lamp | Belt | XXXXX¥ | Flashlight-shaped |
Lucifer Lampbulb (2) | Carried | 200¥ | 1-hour |
Manacase | Carried | 200¥ | Restricted |
Manasheath | Stashed | 300¥ | Restricted |
Magical Lodge | In house #2 | 2,500¥ | Rating 5 |
Spirit-Binding Materials (2) | Stashed | 3,000¥ | Rating 3 |
Sony Emperor x2 | 1 in house #1, 1 carried | 3,200¥ | /w Renraku Ichi & Basic User |
Renraku Sensei | Worn | 6,305¥ | /w Iris Orb, Customized Interface, Biometric Reader & Lock, Fiberoptic Cable, Hardening, Basic+, Firewall 6, Subvocal Microphone & Sim Module (Cold) |
Fake SIN | Carried | 4,000¥ | Rating 4, Teesta Bhadani |
Fake License (Mage) | Carried | 400¥ | Rating 4 |
Certified Credstick | Carried | 25¥ | Silver |
Medkit | Carried | 400¥ | Rating 4 |
Tag Eraser | Carried | 150¥ | Forbidden |
Handheld Sensor | Carried | 145¥ | /w Thermometric, Geiger Counter & Atmosphere Sensor 3 |
Defiance Protector | Carried | 350¥ | /w 10 rounds |
Morrissey Élan | Worn | 1,650¥ | /w 10 rounds of Hi-C Plastic, Hidden Gun Arm Slide, Internal Smartgun System & Internal Silencer |
Zoé Businesswear | Stashed | 500¥ | |
Zoé Executive Suite Long Jacket Ensemble | Worn | 1,950¥ | |
Lined Coat | Stashed | 2,350¥ | /w Fire Resistance, Non-Conductivity & Chemical Protection 3 |
LifestylesComforts | Entertainment | Necessities | Neighbourhood | Security | Cost/month | Duration | Qualities |
Middle | Low | High | Middle | Middle | 3,800¥ | 1 month | Quiet Neighbourhood, Green Plan, Lax Security |
Low | Squatter | Middle | Low | High | 4,400¥ | 1 month | Hasty Exit |
#1 located in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, with Legal SIN.
#2 located in Dallas, Texas, with Fake SIN (Teesta Bhadani)ContactsContact | Job | C/L |
"Cendrillon" | Smuggler | 3/2 |
Kenny Oakes | Street Doctor | 2/4 |
"Henri-QUE" | Information Broker / Fixer | 5/2 |
Build Point totals: 400 = Metatype (30) + Attributes (175) + Qualities (+35/-35) + Skills (108) + Nuyen (37) + Foci (2) + Contacts (18)[/spoiler]
Contacts:
Cendrillon: A human smuggler operating out of the Port of New Orleans. Chose her name due to her tendency to scamper around in the ashes left by those with too many bullets and too little sense, gathering whatever treasures she might.
Kenny Oakes: A young orc street doctor living in Fort Worth - Reasonably good at his trade, and a close friend of Incipit since she helped save his business from extralegal troubles.
Henri-QUE: Information broker and fixer extraordinaire, this secretive man prefers to keep his relations solely professional, but has a tendency to quickly pick out those of his clients who make good on their deals.