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|D.O.B.||February 19th 2055|
|Priority(Sum to Ten)||
Metatype - D
Attributes - A
Magic/Resonance - B
Skills - D
Resources - D
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A mildly experienced street-tough looking to make his way into the Shadowrunning scene, though still somewhat naive about the whole business. Archetype wise, he's a street-sam/infiltrator with some scouting ability.
Originally born Marc Riley to a pair of SINless parents in the Puyallup Barrens, he grew up on the streets, learning how to evade the police and keep to himself from a young age. He was brought into the world in less than ideal circumstances, leading to some minor immune disorders, leaving him somewhat sickly and weaker than most other children his age, which in turn lead to him being bullied by them. Growing up on the streets tought him that if someone talks shit, you hit that bastard back, otherwise you're weak. Doesn't matter how, but you get even.
This eye-for-an-eye attitude eventually lead Marc to set off the wrong people when passing through one of the seedier areas of Puyallup, which quickly devolved into a large brawl between himself and some friends versus a group of gangers. The commotion attracted the attention of local scavengers and Infected, and as the sun had passed down, the entire group was swarmed. The group stood no chance. Gangers were torn apart, friends brought down by scything claws, and Marc himself caught a pistol round to the hip and went down, hard. He passed out as his head slammed against the asphalt of the street. While he lay there unconscious and his dreams played out scenes of horror, the creatures drug the survivors off, feeding on them and draining them completely, before dumping them in an abandoned warehouse. To his shock, after feeling like he had died, Marc awoke in that dingy warehouse, and managed to escape from it before something worse could happen.
That was several weeks back. In the time being, Marc has become a bit more familiar with the newfound condition he was forced to live with. While he's still somewhat uncomfortable with feeding, and misses the taste of proper food rather badly, you do what you have to in order to survive in the sprawl.
- Make a name for himself.
- Get himself out of the streets more permanently, stop living month to month.
- Figure out if there's a cure for being Infected.
Narrative Significant Qualities
Mentor Spirit(Raven, Alt): Followers of Raven share their mentor’s love of collecting. When presented with data, knowledge, or other gear that would be valuable (gamemaster’s discretion), you must pass a Charisma + Willpower Test (3), or be unable to resist trying to acquiring it.
Infected(Vampire): Lamm is infected with HMHVV 1, and is a Vampire.
Prejudiced(Biased) against Elves.
<Last One Out, Hit the Lights; Part 2> <Semi-Prime> 2017-11-25 02:00 UTC -Kept during Resub
<All You Need Is Kill> 2017-11-24 02:00 UTC -Removed during Resub
- Jean Jacques Pierre- Connection 5, Loyalty 1 - Tailor
- Bulldog Black- Connection 2, Loyalty 1 - Fixer
Misc. street-rats in Puyallup, acquaintances at best.
In Character Information
Symbols and Signatures
None as of yet.
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Quinn Pigeon, UCAS-born Courier
Average height, long black hair, pale white skin, large pointed ears. Angular facial features, mild nervous habits. Lamm tends to dress in casual clothes when not on the job, primarily plain T-shirts from cheap stores and other inexpensive clothes. While on the job, he has a heavy-duty milsurp jacket with a number of pockets, and a solid black ballistic mask with eyeholes protected by ballistic glass.
Simple T-shirts and pants/shorts, inexpensive, unironed.
A sharply dressed human in a black suit with mirrored sunglasses and an earpiece.
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