|Street Adept Enforcer|
|(You got that creds you owe?)|
Metatype - B |
Attributes - A
Magic/Resonance - D
Skills - E
Resources - C
- 1 Character Information
- 2 In Character Information
A Street Adept who offers his services to the highest bidder, Skimmer was raised on the streets, and found that a life of crime suited him. Prefers to act as a Bodyguard or Enforcer, as that is where his true talents lie.
Chicago. Hard life, and hard streets, especially for a no-nothing bastard elf born in the slums and raised by criminals. But given time, effort, and carefully cultivated contacts, even someone as pathetic as me can find his way to the big time. And then screw it up, royally. Working for the Gambini crime syndicate was a dream come true for this little nobody, and once I was in, I did all that I could to keep the ball rolling. I eventually worked my way up to the Don's private security, based on my talents. See, I had an edge that other's didn't; a little trick that made me more... "adept" at the wetwork, if you know what I mean. Eventually I was tasked with protecting the Don's family, and by family, I mean the jewel of his eye, Dorothea. I still remember the first time our eyes met, and the sparks, they were a flying. I'm not sure who was really responsible for kicking things off, but we kept it discreet. At least until she started to show...
Now I'm in Seattle, trying to keep my head low and attached to my shoulders where it belongs. She kept me alive; that and the favors I had earned from the right people; but everything has a price. Now it's like I'm starting over, trying to establish myself in a world that is new and unfamiliar in some ways, and all to familiar in others. The contacts I once had are gone, the reputaion, useless. One day I might go back, but that day is not going to be anytime soon. For now, I still got skills, and anybody who's anybody will be quick to realize that I'm just the elf they're looking for.
Narrative Significant Qualities
- "There's something in me, something special, that gives me an edge on the competition." Adept
- "The best way to avoid the pain is to not be there when it arrives." Agile Defender
- "I call 'em as I see 'em." Sharpshooter
- "First come, first served." Shoot First, Don't Ask
- Anything worth doing is worth doing right." Strive for Perfection
- "I can see it, can't you?" Low-Light Vision
- "There's nothing common about it." Common Sense
- Even the mightiest of runners can be brought low by the smallest of foes." Allergy Severe, Bee Sting
- She was my moon, my stars, my everything. Unfortunately, she was also the Don's daughter." Big Regret
- Upgraded Armor
|Name||GM||Metaplot||Date of Run|
|Don of a New Era||Mudge6||24 November 2081|
|The Lotus Flower Blooms Far From the Sun||Sarcarian||14 November 2081|
|Red vs. Green||Sarcarian||14 November 2081|
|Haruki Uchida||5||1||Fixer||Fixer||Cyberware, Bioware, Fake SINs, Infobroker Contacts, Armor Accessories, Shiwase Brand Equipment||Even|
|"Wild Goose"||2||1||Gear||ID Manufacturer||SIN Forger, License Forger, Matchmaker||Even|
|Zigzag||1||1||Service||Driver/Organlegger||Ghoul Organlegger, Actually a Good Driver, Dead Drop, Infected Networker||Even|
- +3 The Ancients
- +1 162's
- +3 Yellow Lotus Triad
- +1 Kenran-kai
In Character Information
Symbols and Signatures
Matrix Search Table
|1||"There are rumors that he has connections to Chicago, specifically with the local Mafia."|
|3||"Apparently he left Chicago in some kind of hurry; some say he offended the Gambini Family."|
|6||"Exiled? Since when does the Mafia exile someone that has pissed them off? The guy should be wearing concrete boots."|
Shadow Community Table
|1||"He's an elf goon, -aka- wannabe gangster. I wouldn't worry to much about him."|
|3||"Got no ties to anybody that matters, but from what I hear he's good with a gun."|
|5||"This elf has got one talent; shooting things in the head. Someday he may branch out, but for now he's just an exceptionally accurate trigger-puller."|
R4 Fake: Alexander Strauss (UCAS): Adept R4, Bodyguard R4, Concealed Carry R4, Driver R4, Firearms R4, R4 Weapon
An attractive elvish gentleman, dressed for success in what is clearly a pricey combination of clothing. One might suspect that he is a corporate wage slave for one of the big ten, or even a potential Mr. Johnson, but this facade is far from the truth.
Armor Jacket, Fedora.
A two dimensional upright target, with bleeding holes dotting the central area.