>>>>>[I'm an Adept myself, on the Athlete's Way I guess.
As for what that means, I'm a runner. Literal, one foot in front of the other very fast, running. Moving is what makes me move, I guess. My magic makes me wired fast and feather light, which is useful for the other sort of running. Things like staying quiet, or shooting straight. Dog's also taught me a few tricks too - I can track like a bloodhound, again being literal here. On a mundane level, I know my way around the Zone and I'm a decent medic, of the 'keep you from bleeding out whilst I get you to a real doc, even if the damn auto-doc is down and the only supplies I have are paperclips' sort.
Used to be a Bloodrunner for the Black Crescent, a medical courier, but that work is drying up. So I've moved into the shadows. It's not so bad. Learned most of what I know just growing up here in Chi-Town, then from courier work. Sort of signed on with a vet recently, Mr. Fletcher, who's showing me the ropes.
Work-wise, I prefer the jobs where either shooting isn't required, or that the things I'm killing are the sort nobody feels bad about. Mostly theft, data or physical, and critter-hunts. Work that's similar to what I used to do, except now when I'm taking a package from A to B it's not necessarily with the consent of the former owner. Doesn't pay as well as if I were more willing to get my hands dirty, but I make enough to eat. I'm not the sort who needs much more than that. Sleeping easy at night means more to me than how soft the mattress is, you scan?. And before any of you folks start lecturing; I prefer that sort of work. Doesn't mean I can't or won't shoot people in the face for money if I have to. Just being here now should tell you I'm willing to bludgeon folks to death with a rock over a mouldy crust. Again, literal. I just prefer not to, when that's an option on the table.]<<<<<
-- Ruthless (04:10:11/08-16-2076)