|Burnout MBW Unarmed Sam|
|Bodhisattva Walking the Eightfold Path|
|Metatype||Elf (Ork Poser)|
|D.O.B.||April 8, 2060|
Metatype - D |
Attributes - A
Magic/Resonance - D
Skills - D
Resources - B
- 1 Character Information
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Ork-posing street kid turned burnout Buddhist seeking nirvana.
- Stay away from Renraku.
- Find a permanent squat.
- Achieve enlightenment.
Born in Tarislar in 2060 to a relatively well-off family of Tir exiles who constantly talked of the motherland and dreamed of returning there. Naturally she rebelled, and growing up at the height of the orxploitation craze the easiest way to do so was by adopting trog culture to piss off her parents. However she found that she actually enjoyed Goblin Rock, and one night she stole the family minivan to go see Crime Time perform at Underworld 93, vibing so hard to the beat that she Awakened on the spot.
After experiencing a night like that, there was no way she was returning back home - instead she started living out of the car and hanging around the Ork Underground, even getting tusks and some biosculpting work done to fit in better. It took a while, but she eventually she found a group of friends in the Skraacha that accepted her presence. However she was constant need of money to survive, and eventually she found an opportunity for employment with Renraku when the megacorp started recruiting workers from the ranks of the SINless following the incorporation of the OU as an offical district of the Metroplex.
It turns out that she was just what Renraku was looking for - someone in the top physical percentile of agility and reaction speed who could be used to field test their new Move-by-Wire system. They gave her genetic treatments to maximize her physical prowess and her body's ability to accept cyber-augmentation, then wove a web of bio-fibers through her skin and laced her bones with metal for support before threading wires through her muscles and nerves; they also didn't ask her permission first, and evidently expected that the process would burn out what little magic she had. It didn't, and when she woke up after the surgery she heard the voice in her head urging her to kill the doctors with her bare hands, which she did, fleeing before security could catch up with her thanks to her new augments.
Making her escape, she took shelter with the Skraacha in the lower levels of the OU and started working for them as an enforcer, taking whatever work she could get it. While she's managed to make a bit of a name for herself and earn an invitation to join the Haven, lately she finds herself feeling unfulfilled with a life of violence and has started seeking solace in religion, taking up traditional Buddhist practices such as yoga and meditation as she attempts to find some semblance of inner peace and quell the raging spirit that dwells within her.
Narrative Significant Qualities
- Biocompatability (Cyberware) + The Burnout's Way
- The only reason that she has any magic left.
- Mentor Spirit (Shark) + Mentor's Mask
- A spirit of violence whispers into her mind, manifesting as blood-red eyes and sharpened tusks whenever its power is called upon.
- Restricted Gear
- A Mk.2 Move-by-Wire system, installed at great expense by Renraku.
- Hobo with a Shotgun
- Literally homeless, and likes it that way. No shotgun though. Yet...
- Ork Poser + Favored (Biased - Trogs)
- Because tusks are just better.
- Records on File + Wanted (Renraku)
- Renraku has her biometrics on file, and has placed a [significant amount of nuyen] bounty on her head for theft of corporate property.
|Name||GM||Metaplot||Date of Run|
|A Lesson in Not Getting Caught||Chrisst111||Two Steps Ahead||20 November 2081|
|The Corpse Bride||Ryncewynde88||31 October 2081|
|Warboss||6||1||Fixer||Fixer||WAAAGH!, Moar Dakka!, Half Machine, All Trog, Gang Boss, Lok'tar Ogar, Crime Lord, Smuggler||Even|
|Anything Andy||6||1||Generalist||Generalist||Smuggler, Black Market Rumors, Trog-Net, Bootleg Electronics, Bootleg Cyberware, Bootleg Weapons, Bootleg Armor||Even|
|Julio||2||1||Fixer||Diner Owner||Restaurateur, Former Seattlite, Former Ganger||Even|
|Ramona||2||1||Networking||Chef||Montreal Native, Former Halloweener, Spark of Magic||Even|
|Bagrak||1||1||Service||Doctor||Street Doc, Awakened Medicine||Even|
|Corf||1||1||Service||Helpful Lil' Minecart||Rail-bound, Small, Living Transport, Underground, Wild Spirit, Smol||Even|
|Skraacha||Enforcer||2||3||Gang||Maintaining||Ork Underground, Seattle; Chicago|
In Character Information
Symbols and Signatures
Matrix Search Table
|1||A series of P2.1 and other social media accounts which depict a pale young ork woman at a series of underground (sometimes literally) Goblin Rock shows.|
|3||A MeFeed video which shows the same woman in a basketball game, moving with clearly unnatural speed and fluidity before performing a 10ft vertical leap.|
|6||An anonymous post on a host targeted towards bounty hunters, with a photo of the same woman along with a significant reward for her successful capture.|
Shadow Community Table
|1||A clearly wired-up "muscle" who fights with her bare hands, operating mainly out of the Downtown and Ork Underground districts.|
|3||An apparent member of and enforcer for the Skraacha, though there are also rumors floating around that she is actually a poser.|
|5||A wanted fugitive with a large price on her head - for more info, contact authorized representatives of Renraku North America.|
|1||Generally healthy, possible minor injuries, probably not intoxicated, Awakened.|
|2||Standard cyberware: titanium bone lacing and move-by-wire system throughout her body, skilljack on the back of her neck. Magical Class: Adept. Has a dim amber-coloured shade to her aura.|
|3||No alphaware-grade cyberware. Almost certainly lower essence and magic than anyone who can assense - very nearly on the cusp of burning out completely and at risk of developing cyber-psychosis.|
|4||No betaware-grade cyberware. Bioware: fake tusks, minor biosculpting to facial structure, bio-tattoos on back and shoulders, striking callouses on hands and feet, orthoskin. Essence 1. Magic 1.|
|5+||No deltaware-grade implants. Has been genetically enhanced for increased agility and more holistic integration of cyberware. No nano-tech. Not a technomancer.|
|Sara Smith||Renraku||4||Adept, Bodyguard, Driver's|
Usually dressed in an old, torn armor jacket and frayed cloak that she favors, otherwise she'll typically wear whatever she can find in the donation bins of the charity shelters and soup kitchens that she frequents.
Likes to wear her favorite custom-fit synthleather outfit from Rockblood Signature's Old School Line when on a job, or when doing work for the Skraacha.
The default kimono-clad samurai persona that came with her Renraku Sensei - she hasn't quite figured out how the Matrix works just yet.