Name: Jason O'Keenan
Alias: Mick
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Nationality: Irish
Lifestyle: 2-2-2-3-4 (Low) Easy Going Landlord, Inconspicuous Housing, Well Made, Network Bottleneck, No Forwarding Address
Karma Spent: 0
Physical Description: Jason is of somewhat above-average height, standing a modest 5'10, but is built strong and compact, like a linebacker. He has brownish salt and pepper hair, which looks like it was once kept in an acceptable, professional style. (When he was last sober, at least). His faded brown eyes are those of a haggard, grizzled man that looks like he's had a few too many but still needs a few more. A mixture of desperation and apathy found in so many addicts, the stubble on his face betraying the lack of basic maintenance he keeps on most days. He normally wears middle-of-the-road corporate looking two-piece suit in whites and subdued greys that always seem to be on their second (or third) day's consecutive wear, complete with the top button always undone and lacking a tie. Over this, his heavy-looking grey-brown longcoat is almost always on, maintaining the 'been working for three days straight' look that seems to fit him so naturally. It, as well, is weathered with use, but in good repair.
He does, however, reek of alcohol.
Personality/background Jason didn't used to be this way. A long, long time ago he was a bright-eyed, ambitious young man. Anxious to work for the famous Lonestar company. Since his home city of Seattle had no state-run police force to speak of, Lonestar was the de-facto "Seattle Metro". He always had a sense of law and justice, and wanted nothing more than to do his part for his city.
His time as a beat cop hardened him. He saw things no man really wants to see, and was forced to do some things he's not really proud of. He befriended his partner, an O'Brien. They shared old Irish family names (as diluted as the bloodlines were), and became fast friends, more than once going out of the way to ensure the other was taken care of in hard times. After a few years of working with Lonestar, he met his future wife, Lisa. They began living the corporate-approved dream. A modest apartment in the better side of town, enough money to buy the corporate-sponsored Bioware they always wanted to get, with enough left over for the wife to buy an outfit in this season's style. In the years that followed, he continued to work diligently for Lonestar, cleaning the streets of undesirables, shadowrunners stupid enough to get caught, and from time to time taking down some Yaks. He proved to be exceptionally good at the last, being recognized, and then promoted to Detective, working on a task force dedicated to stopping the Yaks from making a significant foothold in the city. Again, he worked as hard as any man could, doing the legwork himself most nights, and also going undercover when the need arose and noone else was trustworthy enough for the job.
One fateful day, he discovered, in his investigations, an alarming amount of corruption within Lonestar concerning the Yakuza and many higher-up officers making behind-the-scenes deals. To allow the Yakuza to operate freely in certain areas of the city. To Jason, this was absolutely appalling and disgusting. He brought it up with his superiors, who were equally outraged, but at the idea of a lowly detective accusing high-ranking Lonestar officers of doing such things. "Your information must be faulty" they said, "It's possible, but aside from conjecture, where is the proof?" others debated. Jason decided that he had to get that proof.
The next two years were spent on long nights and little sleep. Jason found it necessary to get a sleep regulator installed for himself. 6 hours a day were a few too many. His relationship suffered. He dug into every rat hole, every false lead, and every tip that he got, often times spending weeks undercover trying to get to the bottom of the lead. And his relationship suffered. Eventually, he turned to alcohol to get himself to take a step back from the hunt, oftentimes spending days or sometimes weeks so drunk he had trouble focusing his eyes. And his relationship suffered.
Eventually, Lisa left him for a low-level corporate officer. He took a month of saved-up sick leave after the one-sided divorce, which left him with nothing but his paycheck and his guns, and wasted the time on booze and the visits from his old friend O'Brien, who convinced him that he needed a small apartment, at least, so that he could at least sleep in a bed. He went back to work a shell of the man he used to be, only doing what was absolutely necessary. This lasted for a few months, and then the break in the corruption case came. An RFID chip planted on an official's personal car was traveling into the Yak-controlled part of town, and wasn't showing any signs of deviation. Jason, for once in six months, broke through the fog. He was in his unmarked squad car and gone in a minute, knowing where the meeting was most likely going to take place.
He found a good overlook position, and watched as one of the corrupt Lonestar officials got out of the driver's seat. He began recording on his cybereyes. Then the official moved to the passenger door, opened it, and Jason nearly passed out from shock. None other than the man in charge of the entire city's Lonestar operations stepped out of the car.
Jason retired from the company without mentioning a word about what he saw, saying that the meeting was a dry hole, a known undercover agent making a meeting of little importance. For his exemplary service, Jason was given three month's salary and his old unmarked squad car (In reality, noone wanted to go through the process of getting the stench of alcohol out of it, but everyone played it off as a gift) as seperations gratuity, and he was on his own.
Since then, Jason has spent the last year drinking his life away, only rousing for his weekly visits with O'Brien, whom, for some reason, was still only a beat cop. Those were the only days Jason was sober.
Lately, the money has become tight, and, with no real prospective legitimate jobs available to a low-level ex-Lonestar detective, the only profession that would pay anything was Shadowrunning, he surmised. Picking himself up from his drunken haze, he drove to the nearest known Shadowrunner bar, and began patronizing them with his presence.
Attributes(200BP Spent)
| Body | Agility | Reaction | Strength |
| 5 | 3(5) | 4(6) | 3(5) |
| Charisma | Intuition | Logic | Willpower |
| 2 | 5 | 3 | 3 |
| Edge | Magic/Resonance | Essence | Initiative |
| 3 | Null | 0.27 | 9(11) 2 IP |
Positive Qualities (+35)5 - Bilingual
10 - Blandness
20 - Tough as Nails 2
Negative Qualities (-35)20 - Addiction (Severe); Alcohol
10 - Records on File: Lone Star
5 - SINner
Active Skills (126)| Athletics Skill Group 1 (10) | 1 |
| (40)Firearms Group 4(5) | 3 |
| (40) Stealth Group 4 | 3 |
| (16) Unarmed Combat 4 | 5 |
| (4) Data Search 1 | 3 |
| (16) Perception 4 | 3 |
Knowledge Skills ( 24 Knowledge Skill Points, 24 free)| Criminal Hangouts | 2(7) |
| Local Gangs | 3(8 ) |
| Police Beats | 3(8 ) |
| Security Procedures | 4(9) |
| Street Drugs | 2(7) |
| Surveillance | 2(7) |
| Yakuza | 5(10) |
Language Skills
| English | N |
| Japanese | N |
| Or'Zet | 3(8 ) |
Cyber/Bioware| Cyberware | Essence | Cost | Notes |
| Attention Coprocessor | 0.3 | 9000¥ | Rating 3 |
| Ceramic Bone Lacing | 1.2 | 22500¥ | +2 Impact Armor |
| Cybereyes | 0.4 | 9500¥ | R4 - Eye Recording Unit, Image Link, Low-Light Vision, Smartlink, thermographic Vision, Vision Enhancement 3, Vision Magnification |
| Datajack | 0.1 | 500¥ | N/A |
| Reaction Enhancers | 0.3 | 10000¥ | R1 |
| Skillwires | 0.6 | 6000¥ | R3 |
| Wired Reflexes | 2 | 11000¥ | R1 |
| Bioware | Essence | Cost | Notes |
| Muscle Augmentation | 0.4 | 14000¥ | R2 |
| Muscle Toner | 0.4 | 16000¥ | R2 |
| Orthoskin | 0.5 | 60000¥ | R2 |
| Reflex Recorder (Group) | 0.2 | 25000¥ | Firearms Group |
| Sleep Regulator | 0.15 | 10000¥ | 3 Hours Sleep/Night |
Gear| Autopicker(6) | 1200¥ |
| CConcealable Holster (Thunderbolt) | 75¥ |
| Datachip x10 | 10¥ |
| Earbuds R3 W/Audio Enhancement 3 | 330¥ |
| 1m Fiber Optic Cable | 5¥ |
| Glasscutter | 10¥ |
| Keycard Copier R6 | 1800¥ |
| Medkit R5 | 500¥ |
| Micro-Tranceiver R6 | 1200¥ |
| Miniwelder | 250¥ |
| RFID Tags x20 | 5¥ |
| Security Tags x20 | 5¥ |
| Subvocal Microphone | 50¥ |
| Wire Clippers | 25¥ |
| Franchi SPAS W/Smarfun(Internal),Sling, Ammo Skip System, Personalized Grip, Folding Stock, Foregrip, Safe Target System, Skinlink | 2810¥ |
| Morrissey Elan W/Ceramic/Plastisteel Components (3),Easy Breakdown (Manual), Smartgun (Internal) | 1450¥ |
| Ruger Thunderbolt W/Personalized Grip, Safe Target System, Smartgun(Internal),Sound Suppressor | 3444¥ |
| Form-Fitting Full Body Suit +7/+3 (counts as +3/+1 for Encumberance) w/ Gel Packs, Nonconductivity(6) | 4540¥ |
| Lined Coat W/Chemical Protection(6) Fire Resistance(3) | 2500¥ |
| SecureTech Forearm Guards +0/+1 | 200¥ |
| SecureTech Shin Guards +0/+1 | 150¥ |
| SecureTech Vitals Protector +1/+1 | 200¥ |
| CMT Clip Commlink /W Vector Xim OS | 500¥ |
| Disposable Commlink | 300¥ |
Contacts (14BP)| Contact | | C/L |
| Nate Bringham (ID Manufacturer) | | 1/4 |
| Officer O'Brien (Beat Cop) | | 3/6 |
VehiclesChrysler-Nissan Patrol-1
| Handling | Accel | Speed | Pilot | Body | Armor | Sensor | Availability | Cost |
| +3 | 10m/45m | 180m | 3 | 10 | 10 | - | 12R | 24700¥ |
