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|D.O.B.||October 13th 2055|
Metatype - D
Attributes - A
Magic/Resonance - E
Skills - C
Resources - B
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An Elf with few attachments to the Wageslave World, who got into the Shadows at a young age and fell in with a group of Shadowrunners. These Shadowrunners managed through skill, luck, lunacy or a combination of the three to pull off a big job and come out with a great amount of Nuyen. Elou was spent with horrific abandon on a new bike, new toys, new bioware, other such things and a large collection of Licenses to play with them all and not get arrested. And then she was broke again and now needs more money because it has all but dried out and debt is coming soon. So, she's back in the shadows. There were always people who wanted other people dead, and many more besides that needed a girl of Elou's talents.
Immediately, money is the goal. A safe and ablative cushion between her and the horrors of being out of money. Next would be to better herself in the eyes of her Fixer Samson, since they have a horribly dull and utilitarian relationship. After this, who knows~
Narrative Significant Qualities
Sharpshooter/Strive For Perfection: On her maiden voyage, Elou's natural aptitude joined hands with Lady Luck and she made an excellent shot to the admiration of the whole group. Succeess in it and the praise afterwards made Elou's heart flutter with joy, and from that point on she took a most vigorous stance towards being the best shot she could ever hope to be. While bedecked with several weapons for several occasions, she most enjoys the use of Revolvers, possibly because they are the guns she is best with.
Linguist: As much as she loves her guns and being the most spectacular marksman that street level runners have ever have the privilege of seeing, she has a good grasp of Langauges. Being at least rudimentary skilled with 6 different languages, near-fluent with two, and ever evolving, she could always make a living as a Translator if this Shadowrunning thing doesn't pan out.
Dependant - Nuisance: Beautiful, authentic coffee beans, ground into granules and lovingly blended into a cup of black (or brown, as you take it) joy. Go home Soykaf peasants.
- Alex Samson Connection 6, Loyalty 1 - Fixer
- Chuck Person Contacts 3 Loyalty 4 - Firearm merchant
Bonesaw Contacts 4 Loyalty 3 - Biotech Doc
In Character Information
Symbols and Signatures
Always wears a trench-coat, like she is out of some bad Trivid (but the coat looks good). Wields a large pistol people need shooting, and straps a Remmington when faces need blowing off completely. Never talks about her past runs or anything like that, keeping everything she has done as a secret, as a simple rumour. She likes the mystery of it.
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Fake Sin: Jamie Bond (America) Licence:
Fake License rating 4 (Firearms License) , Fake License rating 4 (Concealed Carry Permit) , Fake License rating 4 (Restricted Bioware License), Fake License rating 4 (Driver's License) , Fake License rating 4 (Restricted Armor License) , Fake License rating 4 (Bounty Hunter's License
Half-Asian Elf, with a moderately tall, moderately breasted, lean body, not muscular by very lithe and shapely.
Well-made shirt, shoes, and pants. Armoured trench coat when on a Run, occasionally with full face mask if the situation calls for it.