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Metatype - D
Attributes - B
Magic/Resonance - B
Skills - B
Resources - E
- 1 Character Information
- 2 In Character Information
Often smiles, has a laid back attitude when not on mission. On the job, he tries to focus, but even the drek really needs to hit the fan for the smile to fade. He named himself after an ancient Hungarian symbol, the turul-bird.
Likes to listen to classical music, like Led Zeppelin, AC/DC, or any contemporary artist witch use traditional instrument tracks, as opposed to electronic ones.
Even in these times, he considers himself, an idealist, wishing and working for the betterment of the everyday man, and since the current ruling class very much opposes this idea, his favorite past time to bring down the "MAN" into chaos, so from the ashes a new-hopefully better system could arise. Each and every person who calls him out for being gullible, or naive only strengthens his resolve in the matter just to piss off said person.
- to piss off every megacorp in existence, and to do it in a way that they'd blame themselves, and hopefully destroy each other in the process. Lofty goal? Yes. Reachable goal? Nope. Does it still make living more fun? Oooooh absolutely!
Despite his love for his homeland, Turul left Hungary at the age of fourteen, and traveled to Seattle, to try his luck. The fact, that he now lives in a small attic-apartment, near the edge of the Barrens, with two other flatmates and a dog, tells everything about how well that went. Four hours after, he arrived in the city. A group of washed out Middle-manager wage-slaves decided, to indulge their feeling of superiority by insulting, and even attempting to humiliate him. Back then, Turul had little control over his newly awakened abilities, so he defending himself caused one of the wage-slaves to instantly die by way of broken neck, another to later bite the dust due to internal bleeding, and the third to need cybernetics to be able to walk again. Horrified by what he done, Turul ran away, not even knowing where. After an entire day of stumbling into Redmond, and almost getting fragged by halloweeners, he collapsed from exhaustion in an alleyway. When he woke up, he was in an attic, above the Low Blow martial arts shop and dojo. The owner of the establishment, Roger took pity on the kid, gave him food, and a place to sleep, and even offered to train the young adept. As it happens Roger was also a fence in the local Shadow community, so runners often frequented the locale, and the lifestyle started to look like the only perspective, for Turul. After careful (no, seriously) consideration, Roger hooked him up with a starting gear, and gave him his first assignments, witch usually included either tagging along with more experienced runners, or small-time jobs around the turf.
He Shares his single-room apartment with a young elven decker(at least as far as he knows) called Bitswap, and a Troll called Alen, and his dog, Flannigan, or Flan.
Narrative Significant Qualities
Acts cool, and laid back, even if he is on alert. He hopes that this confuses his enemies. When dealing with Mr. Johnson, or anyone part of the system, he makes an effort not to say a word (cause these words are usually not favorable, see "Did you just called me Dumb?" negative quality). Only interacts with those he finds to his liking.
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|Roger Hendrix||2||3||Fixer||Shop owner/Fixer||Martial Artist, Former Runner, Teacher||Even|
|Hanz "Schnellman" Beck||2||2||Service||Taxi driver||ex Saeder Krupp, Neutrality, Multilingual||Even|
In Character Information
Symbols and Signatures
Matrix Search Table
Shadow Community Table
Peter Peterson - Deliveryman
Tanned skin, deep blue eyes
Typical outfit: worn jeans, hiking shoes, T-shirt+ Jacket combo. Wears his light brown hair short, military-style.