|Cybermonk B&E decker|
|Titles and Awards||0|
|D.O.B.||September 3rd 2045|
Metatype - C
Attributes - D
Magic/Resonance - E
Skills - B
Resources - A
- 1 Character Information
- 2 In Character Information
Combat Decker adept in both infiltration approaches and firefights
Upload herself into the Matrix
Having earned her street name after a fixer made a team drop her due to her seemingly being inebriated on Psilocybin, when that's her natural personality, Mushroom is a traveling seeker of the truth of the metal, as she puts it. Traveling around the world seeking an answer to finally become free of the meat. She used to attempt to preach her philosophy, but no one wanted to listen to what appeared to be a rambling metal child, so she gave that up. Wanted in her native Czechia for various crimes, in which her various arguments on the nature of crime being irrelevant and nonexistent in the grand scheme of things were ignored, she has fled to Seattle.
Narrative Significant Qualities
- Borrowed Time
She has an algorithm constantly running on her deck, connected to a substance she had implanted into her brain, once it solves how to trigger cyber singularity, it'll trigger the substance after uploading her and posting the solution on several datahavens, destroying what is left of her meat body. It won't really work, and she'll just die.
"Weapons of gun powder are beneath me."
- Codeblock (Defuse Databomb)
"Maybe I'll find the solution by letting this go off in my face."
- Poor self control(Thrill seeker)
Gotta make use of the time one has left
Mr Incognito Connection 2 Loyalty 5 Fixer
Dr Elijah "Snowflake" Turing Connection 4 Loyalty 2 Street Doc
In Character Information
Symbols and Signatures
Matrix Search Table
Shadow Community Table
- Fake SIN Rating 4 (Eliska Kozena), Z-IC
What appears to be a very short pale 12 year old girl with thin black hair and Slavic features from the neck up changes rapidly from the neck down. Bulging, almost too big arms are hidden under a beaten Ares jacket with bandanas covered in the scrawling of some esoteric coding language tied to the upper arms, over a pair of dirty children's cargo pants. No shoes are worn, revealing deep red cyberfeet.
Hundreds of constantly shattering red crystals forming a small humanoid