Fed Up

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Fed Up
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Smiling Smuggler Swerves Subtly; Sometimes Shoots SMGS
Classical Rock
puns
BEARDED ELF
Discord @Discord#Octobr#7558
Reddit [1]
Metatype Elf
Street Cred 0
Notoriety -1
Public Awareness 0
CDP 10
D.O.B. 02/17/2053
Age 29
Folder [2]
Priority Metatype - C
Attributes - A
Magic/Resonance - E
Skills - C
Resources - C


Character Information

Summary

FedUp is an elf, but slight of figure and graceful of motion is where the racial comparisons end. He has grown a healthy, thick beard, that hides a near constant smile. His beard fades well into his undercut: tight on the sides and long on the top. Often his hard, blue eyes can be caught staring intently into nothing, lost in some mental rabbit hole he might not come out of for hours. His voice has a slight drawl to it, but that is a byproduct of growing up in the CAS.

On runs, his look is simple. He tries to keep a clean, black or dark blue jumpsuit with some weather-appropriate military surplus fatigues in the car. He works at a mechanics shop, and doesn't want to meet Mr. Johnson covered in gunk and smelling like a fire hazard. He has a pair of upgraded goggles that are normally over his eyes or on his forehead. Even when not on a run, it is rare to see him take them all the way off; FedUp is afraid he won't remember to put them back on if he sets them down. He rounds out his professional look with a pair of well-worn boots.

FedUp isn't afraid to let his hair down once the run is over. His drugs of choice are generally psychedelics and breaking the speed limit. He is an excellent impromptu conversationalist and he doesn't mind making a new friend - as long as the person he is talking to can hold his interest for more than the first meeting. His quick wit and sharp tongue keep him both in and out of trouble, depending on who he is talking to, or how bored he is, at the time. Sometimes, his mouth stirs up trouble before his brain even has time to process what he said. Other times, he can be the most funny, confident, and charming elf in the group.

If he doesn't seem focused on the task at hand, it is probably because he isn't. Once he zeroes in on something that needs doing though, it can take a lot more than threats of violence or death to keep him from giving up.

Goals

Today: Do the job, get paid, and maybe make a few friends and right a few wrongs along the way. Needs a faster car though.

Tomorrow: FedUp really wants to learn to fly an airplane. Tracking down his absent father has also become a personal priority.

After that: The road is lonely for a smuggler, and FedUp wants someone in the passenger seat.

Background

=Early Life=

Born in Texas in the CAS, FedUp is a SINless bastard. Not by choice, of course, but when SINners use the SINless, consequences fall to the children. FedUp's father had a SIN. It was a pretty good one too; he used it's connections to drop out of FedUp's life as soon as he could. FedUp's mother was little better; she did just enough to keep them both from sleeping in the streets, and then spent the rest of the money on BTLs or lost it to Ponzi schemes. As a result, FedUp grew up watching con-men and shysters work his mom over, again and again. He loved to listen to them work, even though he knew what it meant every time a new suit and tie walked in the front door. Eventually, he stuck around enough that he picked up their manipulative way of speaking to people: fast and clever and with no substance, but exactly what they wanted to hear.

FedUp often took the family car out for joyrides. While his mom was beetle-ing at the house, he would get behind the wheel and feel at home. He taught himself to drive by pushing the machine to it's limits on the streets and alleyways of the sprawl between Dallas and Fort Worth. The whole road was one big racetrack and he wanted to be first. He pushed that car around corners and weaved through traffic and certainly crashed it more than once, but, as the months went by, he crashed less and turned faster and, eventually, he started to race. He didn't win much in his old beater, but he made enough money to keep the car running and food in his belly, and, for a time, that was enough. As he matured though, FedUp wanted to go faster and win more races, and for that he would need creds. For creds, he would need a job.

=Pre-Run Work=

His first job wasn't at all what he expected. One of the older racers saw him hammering away under the hood, and asked him if he wanted to earn some extra creds turning a wrench. FedUp said yes at the mention of extra creds. He spent his days working on whatever rolled into the shop, and he raced all night, turning to home when the sun started coloring the horizon. However, he was too restless to stay in one place for long, and he kept an ear to the ground, looking for a way to skip town.

That opportunity rolled into the shop wearing a suit, tie, and a SIN. They were looking for some mechanically-inclined bodies who wouldn't leave a trail if they disappeared for a few years. FedUp figured he fit that bill perfectly and left the CSA the same day. He didn't know where he went after that. They knocked him out as soon as he was in the car with them, and, when he woke up, he had a control rig installed and a working knowledge on how to fix most machines. Then, they dumped him on a runway in the desert with a few others and he started his new job. Mostly, they fixed aircraft. Mostly. He knew he was doing black market work, and he knew to keep his mouth shut about it if he wanted to get paid for it. One day, he rolled in to the shop to see a different suit than the one that hired him. This one fired him and everyone else at the shop, then loaded them all on a plane and, once again, knocked him out. When he came to this time, he was in Seattle with enough creds in his pocket to start a decent life. Instead, he bought a fast car and wrecked it.

=Early Running=

FedUp became a Runner as soon as he entered the shop that his car was at. They had already scrapped it, and he was suddenly out everything. That was when he met Sid. Sid knew that cars didn't get this trashed because of a lack of speed or confidence behind the wheel, and he had a friend who needed some deliveries made. FedUp, once again, was at the right place at the right time to get the right job. Sid loaned him a car, gave him a package, and told him where to go and who to meet. FedUp had never driven so carefully in his life. He never though he could get a rush from obeying speed limits, but, when he made it back to Sid's after the drop, his whole body was flush with excitement. Winning a race felt good, but beating the system felt amazing.

He picked up his moniker soon after. One of his early contacts was an antique vehicle collector, and had a couple derelict vans from obsolete delivery companies. He figured he was in the same line of work, so he mashed a couple of the names together, laughed, and FedUp was born.

Narrative Significant Qualities

Positive

Steely-eyed Wheelman

Subtle Pilot (Ground)

Stunt Driver

Sense of Direction

  • Fed Up is the wheelman.

First Impression

  • Talk is cheap; cars are not. Fed Up learned to spend one to save the other.

Negative

Day Job (20 hrs): Auto Mechanic

  • He does part-time work for a shop in Auburn about 20 minutes from where he lives.

Lack of Focus

Poor Self Control (Thrill Seeker)

  • Fed Up has ADHD, and it impacts him greatly.

Did you just call me dumb?

  • Did he just say that? Yep. Should he have said that? Nope.

Run History

NameGMMetaplotDate of Run
Hell or High WaterAsmodeus4 May 2082
Lip serviceAsmodeusHail to the Pumpking25 April 2082
House CallDisco Goblin22 April 2082
Getting One Step AheadMalycAgainst all odds - The OtherCon story21 April 2082
Face Your FearsAsmodeusHail to the Pumpking15 April 2082

Affiliations

Contacts

Contact Connection Loyalty Archetype Profession Aspects Chips
Sid 3 4 Fixer(N,A,G,K) Mechanic Ex-Runner, Rigger, Engineer, On The Low Even
Frank Goldman 3 2 Custom(G, K, A, N) Gun Runner Firearms Dealer, Antique Vehicle Collector, Black Market Connections, West Coast Smuggling Routes Even
"Wild Goose" 2 2 Gear ID Manufacturer SIN Forger, License Forger, Matchmaker Even


Organizations

Allies

Faction Reputation
Faction Reputation
Skraacha 2
Starscreamers 3
Othercon 2
Laesa 2

Enemies

In Character Information

Symbols and Signatures

Matrix Search Table

Threshold Result
1 adjective: annoyed or upset at a situation or treatment.
3 Fed Ex and UPS were competing delivery companies in the past...
6 There is an old missing person's report in the CSA that might've matched his description around the time he disappeared.

Shadow Community Table

Threshold Result
1 Arms Smuggler and Driver
3 Has a few runs under his belt. Generally has the right idea, even if he does act a little impulsively.
5 Works the night shift for a garage in Auburn. Really likes puns

SINs

Fake SIN rating 4 (Dan Rodgers: Horizon),

Fake License rating 4 (Driver's License),

Fake License rating 4 (Weapon License),

Fake License rating 4 (Concealed Carry Permit)

Appearance

Clothing

When he isn't running, working, or attending a social event, he dresses for comfort first and fashion second. On his days off, no one who passes him on the street would notice him for his clothing. He generally wears a long-sleeved compression shirt under a short-sleeved t-shirt, and, on colder, wetter days, he covers up with a hoodie, a black leather bomber jacket, or both.

He doesn't do much customizing with his AR Fashion subscription either. He enjoys setting it to random, and prioritizes his favorite color as Cerulean.

HE HAS A LUSCIOUS, BUSHY BEARD. IT IS AWESOME.

Matrix Persona

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