-Born to a working class family
-Boring youth, longed for travel and adventure
-@ 18, joined the CAS Marines as an Infantryman
-Served 6 years with 3rd Btn, 2nd Marines
-Lots of training, but no real action
-In 2059, finishes his enlistment then signs on with Triple Canopy (PMC) at the urging of a former Marine buddy
-Spends the next 10 years working in the Philippines and Indonesia for Triple Canopy
-In 2069, Leaves Triple Canopy and joins up with an indy merc outfit that is subcontracting for Executive Outcomes in South Africa.
-Stays with indy outfit until late 2074 when a job goes very wrong outside of Cape Town. Only Cole and one other friend survive, but then just barely.
-Cole is hospitalized for a several months in Denver while he recovers.
-His medical bills end up eating most of his savings, and he has developed an addiction to pain meds
-Currently, he is looking for work as he is almost out of money. No PMCs are hiring, so he is having to look in the Shadows.

Cole Westbrook grew up during the late 30’s and 40’s in the economically depressed town of Gulf Breeze, FL. Secession from the UCAS hit many of the Southern States particularly hard, and Florida was no exception. Cole’s father worked in construction and was rarely around. Cole’s mother worked where she could find it…waitressing, cleaning houses, babysitting, and whatever else she could find. Cole resolved early on in his life that he would escape the poverty of his home town, and he found that escape by joining the CAS Marine Corps after his 18th birthday.

Cole initially took to the Marines like a fish takes to water. He worked hard, trained hard, and enjoyed the camaraderie amongst the men of his platoon. He enjoyed being outdoors and was happiest when his unit trained in the field. He also quickly built a reputation for being able to drink any of his fellow Marines under the table. The story behind his nick name comes from one particular evening where his whole platoon was out drinking. They decided to see who could do the most shots of Tequila before getting sick or passing out. At the end of the evening, Cole was the last one standing. His bar tab showed 30 total shots, thus he earned the moniker “30”. In reality, Cole really only drank about half that…but he started putting other Marines’ shots on his tab to inflate his numbers. Needless to say, he never revealed his secret to anyone, and the nick name stuck.

Eventually, Cole began to lose interest in the Marines. The CAS wasn’t deploying any forces in the 50s, so there no action…just training. Cole yearned to put his skills to the test in real life engagements. His opportunity came in the 6th year of his enlistment. Don Hardin, Cole’s former Platoon Sergeant, showed up at Cole’s doorstep with an offer he couldn’t refuse. Don left the Marines and was hired on by a PMC called Triple Canopy out of Reston, VA. The PMC had contracts all over the world, and the work took Don to real hotspots where he saw actual combat. Plus, they offered salaries far in excess of the CAS Marine Corps. Don told Cole that Triple Canopy just won a large contract in the Philippines for complimenting their military forces in hunting down insurgents, revolutionaries, and other sorts of troublemakers. Don said that Cole fit the candidate profile perfectly, and that they could hold the position open until Cole finished his enlistment, if he was interested. Cole was thrilled, and jumped at the chance. He accepted the offer, and shortly after his enlistment period was up, he was off to Manila.

Cole spent the next 10 years (2059 – 2069) working in and around the Philippines and Indonesia. He spent most of him time in the field, and saw more than his share of firefights. He also trained extensively in Escrima with the locals. The close combat skills he developed served him well, as many engagements were at CQC range, and often times involved hand-to-hand combat. The work in the Philippines aged Cole, both mentally and physically. He saw first-hand the atrocities of war…the horrors inflicted on the civilian population as well as the loss of close friends to enemy ambushes. As time went on, the rules of engagement for Triple Canopy’s contractors became more and more restrictive, while insurgent attacks became more brutal, and more frequent. More and more contractors lost their lives every few weeks, and the remaining survivors began investing their money in augmentations to increase their odds of surviving.

By his 10th year in Philippines, Cole was ready to get out of dodge. Several of his fellow contractors (including his mentor, Don Hardin) felt the same way, so as a group, they resigned from Triple Canopy in order to form their own outfit, dubbed “Results, Inc.”, and headquartered in Denver. Their first job came along very quickly. They were to subcontract to Executive Outcomes in South Africa, providing security to many corporate interests in and around Johannesburg and Cape Town.

The ensuing six years were lucrative for Results, Inc. They were paid well, they ran ops they way they wanted to with little, if any, intervention from EO, and the work was far less hazardous than the Philippines, at least until late 2074. A well funded and well coordinated strike against an oil production facility that Results, Inc was protecting ended up costing the lives of whole Merc team, save Don and Cole, who was grievously wounded in the battle.

Don was able to get Cole stabilized and evacuated to a local medical clinic. From there, he was flown back to Denver for months of surgery and physical therapy. Cole had amassed a small fortune as a contractor, he ended up having spend almost all of it on his medical expenses.

As a side-effect of the major injuries he suffered in South Africa, Cole has developed an addition to pain medication. Every so often, he gets intense headaches, and always keeps a bottle of pills handy. Currently, Cole has recovered to about 80% of where he was before his injury, but his is almost out of cash. He needs to find work if he wants to eat, and the Shadows of Denver are beckoning.

Attributes: A    24
Resources: B    $275,000
Skills: C           28/2
Race: D            Elf
Magic: E          N/A

           

BOD: 5 (+3 soak dice)
AGI: 6 (8)
REA: 5 (6)
STR: 4 (6)
WIL: 4
LOG: 3
INT: 4
CHA: 4

EDGE: 1
ESSENCE: 1.45
 
INITIATIVE: 9 (10) + 1d6 (2d6)
COMPOSURE: 8
JUDGE INTENTIONS: 7
MEMORY: 7
LIFT/CARRY: 11
PHYSICAL LIMIT: 8
MENTAL LIMIT: 5
SOCIAL LIMIT: 5
 

Skills   

Pistols: 3
Automatics: 5
Longarms: 5
Heavy Weapons: 4
Unarmed Combat: 4
Blades: 4
Perception: 3

Skill Group (Influence): 2
           

Know&Lang Skills     
Military History: 2
Arms Dealers: 3
Military Tactics: 4
English: Native
Tagalog: 3
Afrikaans (South Africa): 2
           

Qualities (Karma Cost/Gain)   
Addiction: Pain Meds (Moderate)  (-9)
SINer (-5)
Allergy: Soy (Mild)  (-10)
First Aid: 1 (2)
Throwing Wps: 1 (2)
Survival: 2 (6)
Swimming: 2 (6)
Sneaking: 2 (6)
Pilot Ground Craft: 2 (6)
Armorer: 2 (6)
Diving: 2 (6)
Toughness (9)

           

Starting Nuyen ¥3,075
        

AUGMENTATIONS:  

Synaptic Booster 1 (.5 Ess)     ¥95,000
Muscle Rep 2 [Alpha] (1.6 Ess)¥60,000
Bone Density Aug 2 (.6 Ess)    ¥10,000
Orthoskin 3 (.75 Ess)              ¥18,000
Internal Air Tank 2 (.5 Ess)     ¥9,000
Platelet Factories (.2 Ess)        ¥17,000
Damage Comp 4 (.4 Ess)        ¥8,000

           

GEAR:

Armored Jacket: 12 Armor      ¥1,000
Chameleon Suit (Thermal Dampening 6): 9 Armor      ¥4,700
Combat Knife(10P, -3 AP)      ¥300
Survival Knife(9P, -1 AP)        ¥100
Middle Lifestyle(1 month)       ¥5,000
Suzuki Mirage ¥8,500
Ares Light Fire 70 w/Suppressor & ext Smtlnk, 100 rounds reg ammo, and Concealable Holster        ¥1,500
Colt Government 2066 w/external Smartlink, 100 rounds regular ammo, QD holster  ¥1,000
HK-227 SMG: w/ Gas Vent 3, 100 rounds,     ¥1,520
AK-97: w/ Shock Pad, external Smartlink, Gas Vent 3, 500 rounds regular ammo    ¥2,800
Remington 950, External Smartlink, Imaging Scope (Thermo, Vision Enh 2), Suppressor, 50 rounds Regular, 50 rounds Explosive, 50 rounds SNS       ¥5,200
Ares Anioch-2 GL, internal Smartlink, 8 Frag, 8 Gas (CS), 8 Gas (NeuroStun VIII)    ¥4,480
Aztechnology Striker Rocket Launcher (with AV Rocket)       ¥1,200
5 Flash-Bangs              ¥500
5 Smoke Grenades       ¥200
           

Fake Sin(Rating 3)       ¥7,500
-Roger Bowland, Denver, CAS Sector Resident
-Freelance Security Consultant


Licenses(3 at Rating 4)            ¥2,400
#1 Concealed Carry Permit for Roger Bowland
#2 Possession Permit for Ares Light Fire 70 w/accessories
#4 Possession Permit for AK97 w/accessories
           

Gas Mask                     ¥200
Respirator(Rating 4)     ¥200
Survival Kit                 ¥200
100m standard rope     ¥50
Climbing Gear             ¥200
Medkit(Rating 4) w/ 2 Refills   ¥1,200
Contacts(Capacity 3), w/ Smartlink, Image Link and Thermo  ¥3,125
Earbuds(Capacity 3), w/ Audio Enhancement 2          ¥1,150
Micro Transciever        ¥100
Renraku Sensei Commlink      ¥1,000
Trauma Patches(2)       ¥1,000


Contacts:
Arms Dealer: C2 L2
Helo Transport Pilot: C1 L1
Merc Friend from backgroun: C3 L3

Priorities:
A Magic (Magician)
B Attributes (20)
C Skills(28/2)
D Gear (50,000¥)
E Meta (1)

Attributes:
BOD 3 (2 from priority spend)
AGI 2 (0 from priority spend, 1 for 10 Karma)
REA 3 (2 from priority spend)
STR 3 (1 from priority spend, 1 for 15 Karma)
WIL 3 (2 from priority spend)
LOG 5 (4 from priority spend)
INT 5 (4 from priority spend)
CHA 6 (5 from priority spend)
EDG 2
MAG 7 (6 from magic priority, +1 with Meta special point)
ESS 6

INITIATIVE: 8 +1D6
COMPOSURE: 9
JUDGE INTENTIONS: 11
MEMORY: 8
LIFT/CARRY: 45/30 kg
PHYSICAL LIMIT: 4
MENTAL LIMIT: 6
SOCIAL LIMIT: 7
Walk/run: 4/8

Qualities:
Allergy, Common, Mild: Deepweed: +10 Karma
Mentor Spirit: Raven -5 Karma
Mild Addiction: Deepweed +4 Karma
Spirit Bane: Fire Spirits +7 Karma
Exceptional Attribute: Magic -14 Karma
Gremlins, lvl 1: +4

Skills:

Skill Groups:
Enchanting (Artificing, Alchemy, Disenchanting) 2

Individual Skills:
Spellcasting 6
Summoning 6
Banishing 4
Ritual Spellcasting 1
Counterspelling 3
Etiquette 4
Negotiation 5
Astral Combat 3
Assensing 2
Arcana 2
Pistols 1 (Karma cost 2)
Perception 2


Spells (10)

Mind Probe
Improved Invisibility
Armor
Influence
Physical Mask
Heal
Stunball
Powerbolt
Trid Phantasm
Mana Barrier

_____________________________________
Magical Gear: - 12,000¥
Spirit Focus, Rating 2 (bonded for 4 Karma) - 8,000¥
Spirit Lodge, Rating 6 - 3,000¥
50 Drams of Reagents - 1,000¥


Armour + Weapons: - 5,955¥
Yamaha Pulsar Taser 180¥
- laser sight - 125¥
50 Darts - 2,500¥
Lined Coat (9) - 900¥ (3,150¥)
- Chemical Protection 2 - 500¥
- Fire Resistance 4 - 1000¥
- Nonconductivity 3 - 750¥

Electronics: 13,015
Commlink: Renraku Sensei - 1,000¥
Fake SiN R4 10,000¥
Fake Magic Licence R4- 800¥
2 Silver Credstick 40¥
1 gold credstick - 100¥
Glasses - 400¥
- Low-light vision - 500¥
- Image link - 25¥
- Vision magnification - 250¥
- Thermographic vision - 500¥
Respirator R6 - 300¥

Other: - 7000¥
Basic DocWagon Contract - 5000¥
Lifestyle: Low - 2000¥

Vehicle:
Thundercloud Contrail - 8500¥

5 Deepweed Cigars - 2,000¥

Total spent:48470¥
Leftover: 1,530 + starting ¥ (600) = 2130¥ + 600 for upfront on new job = 2730¥


Contacts: cha x 3 = 18 points
Digger - Neo-Anarchist Activist, Price of Liberty: Connection 4, Loyalty 3
Green Gretchen - Talismonger: Connection 2, Loyalty 2
Danwise Bennett - Professor of Arcana: Connection 4, Loyalty 3


Knowledge skills (int log x2= 20)

English N
Late 20th Century pop music 2
Literature 2
Sixth World History 6
Religious Texts 2
Conspiracy Theories 4
Urban Legends 3
AA Corps 1

So there was this kid... he was about 8 when his Mom set him up with a sweet career track with Ares in Detroit. He was gonna be a wiz engineer, as he was way ahead of his class and could figure stuff out just by looking at it. He loved guns and war movies, so he'd fit right in at Ares. Up until then, he had lived in Chicago, born just after the Sears tower came down. His Dad was in the tower. So living in Chicago, post-2039 with no dad was not ideal. Yet, he always managed to put a hopeful spin on things. That's why everyone called him the eternal optimist. Then just an optimist, and eventually, just Opti. The fast track with Ares seemed great for two years, until a dog started talking to him. The dog claimed to be Opti's Spirit totem, and that Opti was a Shaman, and that he could wield magic. Dog led Opti away from his cushy career track, and as a result, away from his family and their good graces as well. He ended up in Seattle around 10 years old in 2050. Led by Dog, he made powerful and influential friends, at least as far as shadow-people went. And he learned from many of the best.

He developed an insatiable curiosity for knowledge and the application of that knowledge... a path that led him first to many dark places, but then to some measure of enlightenment. In Opti's case, this led him to a policy of not killing (which he adheres to most of the time), and eventually to a form of neo-anarchism. He hates nations and corporations with burning passions, and lives to see them taken down for the hurt they cause and continue to cause others. Unfortuantely, by the time he was 16, he was unsatisfied by the slowing pace of the knowledge he was taking in, and felt like he needed more. As a result, Opti began experimenting with Deepweed. With his mind even more astrally awakened than normal, Opti began to astrally venture as far as he dared, each time going further and further, assensing everything he could, running the shadows as his "day" job so he could feed his habit. Those were dark years, and Dog tried, ever more forcefully, to sway him from the path, granting Opti with ever more increasing hardships, such as gremlins, a spiritual beacon that made fire spirits hate him, and finally, ironically, an allergy to the same Deepweed he loved so much. But Dog eventually forsook him. It was then that he was approached in a dream by Raven, with an offer to replace Dog as Opti's totem. Raven explained that he had long waited for an opportunity to snatch Opti from Dog, but doing so overtly was... untoward, so now, without causing it, Raven was simply taking advantage of the unfortunate events. If Opti wanted more knowledge than he could possibly imagine, Raven could supply it. So Opti accepted Raven as his mentor.

Much later, and after much trying, Dog spoke to Opti one final time. Dog had never forsaken Opti, but simply wanted him to be better. When Dog finished speaking, Opti took the lesson of Loyalty that Dog had tried to teach him, while fully embracing that he had been a Raven all along. He asked Dog if he could get rid of the curses and if he was ok that he was now a raven. Dog replied "yes" to the second, and with a low, growling laugh, he replied "no" to the first, and vanished.

Opti became a ravenous shadowrunner, taking every opportunity, not only to hurt corporations where they hurt, but also to gain whatever small bits of knowledge he could along the way, in order to hurt them later. In his spare time, he organizes Neo-Anarchist cells after his fashion. With help from a few of his decker buddies, he maintains a pirate, anarchist radio, broadcast for neo-anarchists on the matrix.

Visiting a Neo-Anarchist cell in Denver, Opti has decided that this town is ripe for the movement, and the leadership isn't strong enough yet. He decides that he can do a lot of good here for this fledgling cell, so he is gonna stay a while, running the Shadows to see what he can see, and hurt the man however he can. He has gone back and forth, trying to kick his deepweed habit, with various success, but at the moment, he carries around deepweed cigars which he smokes liberally, unless he is on a job... and then only sometimes...

Danny "Stuntman" Black
Priorities-
A- Skills 46/10
B- 275,000y
C- Attributes 16
D- Elf (0)
E- Magic, none

Body 2
Agi 4
Rea 4
Str 3
Wil 2 (10k)
Log 3
Int 2 (10k)
Cha 8
Edge 1
Ess 3.4

Limits
(6+2+4=12/3) (6+2+2=10/3) (16+2+3=21/3)
Physical 4 Mental 4 Social 7 (9)

Qualities net 0k
Positive
First Impression 11k
Gearhead 11k
Negative
Bad Luck 12
Prejudiced 5 (Wage Slaves, outspoken)
Distinctive Style 5 (former trid star)

Skills 46/10
Combat (Agility)
Unarmed 4
Spurs +2
Pistols 6
Revolvers +2
Active
(Charisma)
Influence (6 skill group points) +2 in person
Etiquette 6 (8 )
Mafia +2
Leadership 6 (8 )
Negotiation 6 (8 )
Acting (4 skill group points) +2 in person
Con 4 (6)
Impersonation 4 (6)
Performance 4 (6)
Acting +2
(Reaction)
Pilot Aerospace 1
Pilot Aircraft 3
Pilot Ground Craft 6
Pilot Walker 2
Pilot Watercraft 1
(Agility)
Gunnery 5
Gymnastics 1
Sneaking 2
(Logic)
Automotive Mechanic 3
Armorer 2
Electronic Warfare 3
Computer 2
(Strength)
Running 1

Knowledge 10pts
Street (Intuition)
Denver Gangs 1
Mafia 3
Professional (Logic)
Driving 3
Acting 2
Interests (Intuition)
Racing 1

Equipment
Weapons
Taurus omni-6 1200y (smartlink)
AC 7 6p/7p 0/-1 AP SA/SS
Ruger Super Warhawk 800y (smartlink
AC 7 9p -2 AP SS
Spurs
AC 6p -2AP

Ammo
Normal x300 600y
Explosive x60 480y
Flechette Rounds x60 400y
APDS x90 1080y
High Explosive Grenades x10 1000y

Concealable Holster (Taurus) 150y
Quick-draw Holster (Warhawk) 175y
Speed Loader x12 300y

Armor
Actioneer Business Clothes 8 1500y
Armor Jacket 12 1000y

Electronics
Erika Elite w/hot sim & Mapsoft 2850y
Maersk Spider RCC- 34,000y
Simrig 1000y

Programs
RCC
Encryption- +1 Firewall 80y
Signal Scrub- -2 noise reduction 80y
Clearsight 5- 2500y
Electronic Warfare 5- 2500y
MCT-Nissan Roto-Drone
Roto-Drone Maneuvering 4- 2000y
Cavalier Arms Crockett EBR Targetting 4- 2000y

Lifestyle
Fake SIN rating 2 5000y
Arnold Harbatkin, Mechanic
Medium Lifestyle 1 mo. 5000y

Cyberware
Control Rig 1 43,000y 1E
Smartlink 4000y .2e

Full Arm, obvious 3Str 4Agi 20k,000y 1E
+3 Str 20,000y 3 cap
Spurs 5,000y 3 cap

Bioware
Tailored Pheromones 2 62,000y .4E

Vehicles
Hyundai Shin-Hyung 29,500y
Handl 5/4, Speed 6, Accel 3, Body 10, Armor 6, Pilot 1, Sensor 2, Seats 4
Rigger Interface
Suzuki Mirage 12,000y
Handl 5/3, Speed 6, Accel 3, Body 5, Armor 6, Pilot 1, Sensor 2, Seats 1
Rigger Interface
Standard Weapon Mount
Ares Alpha 2,650y
ACC 7 11p -2AP SA/BF/FA RC 2 Ammo 42
Launcher
ACC 6 16p -2AP -2/m SS
MCT Fly-Spy x2 4,000y
Handl 4, Speed 3, Accel 2, Bod 1, Armor 0, Pilot 3, Sensor 3
MCT-Nissan Roto-Drone 7,500y
Handl 4, Speed 4, Accel 2, Bod 4, Armor 4, Pilot 3, Sensor 3
Standard Weapon Mount
Cavalier Arms Crockett EBR 10,300y
ACC 6 12p -3AC SA/BF RC 1 Ammo 20


Contacts- 24k
Franky Morelli- Mafia Consigliere
Connection 5 Loyalty 1
Candi Strype- Exotic Dancer
Connection 2 Loyalty 4
Rodrigo Fuentes- Chop Shop owner
Connection 3 Loyalty 4
Battletoad- Gun shop/range owner
Connection 3 Loyalty 2

Convert 5k to 10,000y
2490y remaining

Ten years ago, Danny Black was the next big thing in the trideo business. His amazing good looks and tough demeanor landed him numerous action-star roles, and his love of cars led him to insist that he do his own stunts. His hometown of Austin Texas shone through in his trid characters, usually a surly-but-sensitive cowboy type, the sort of person that's never actually existed in real life. He got damned good behind the wheel too, and knew how cool it made him. He felt invincible. He was in that bubble that incredibly attractive people live in, where trouble seemed to slide off him and everyone had unlimited patience for his antics.
At the top of his game, he attracted the attention of the mob. He liked to party, occasionally needing "supplies" that one couldn't exactly have delivered from a shopsoft. He paid his debts, but eventually, through casual conversation at first, the idea was brought up that Danny could do a little wheel work for them on the side. Danny was thrilled at the idea. Being a stuntman was one of the sexiest professions a man could honestly announce to a pretty girl. Being a wheelman for the mob was one of the only things he could think of that was sexier.
He got himself a gun, a big six-shooter like the cowboys used. He wore a fancy white leather jacket like in a movie he saw once. He switched out his sports car for a sensible model with a souped-up engine. For a while, he did good work. Everything was cool, the mafia were as chill as they get, and Danny was living the dream. Then one of the mob enforcers got stupid, calling down the heat on a job Danny was running. When it came time to decide whether to pick the guy up or get away clean, Danny left the enforcer flapping in the wind. The mob wasn't happy.
The week after that, Danny was driving for a Trideo shoot. When it came time to brake for the big stunt, he realized the extent of his mistake. The brakes were cut, and the walls weren't getting any farther away.
Danny survived. Not all his limbs did. He got a real nice prosthetic, but it was pretty much the end for his acting career. There's plenty of pretty people waiting in the wings to get themselves filmed and beamed to a holoprojector near you. The mob considered them even after that, but Danny never quite got over it, as one might expect. For a while he wasn't sure what to do with himself. He honestly considered suicide, but this was largely a matter of poor imagination. A low-level mob guy, one Danny considered a friend, set him up with some retired enforcers who had set up as shadowrunners in Denver. Danny felt right at home in that jigsaw puzzle. It offered just about everything he needed; a place to get lost, a place to start over, a place to reinvent himself. He used to think the only thing sexier than a stuntman was a mob wheelman. Well, he was wrong. Being a shadowrunner was the sexiest job in the world, and he was pretty damned good at it. Danny's back on top.

Me, who am I?
Call me Hosepipe, most people do. Or if you insist, Jorge Goodeman. Good a name as any I guess.
Or maybe you mean who I was. I tell you this much, ain't no secret.
The Hatalii woman was preaching:
"You have got no private properties.
Perhaps one or two of you may own the homes you live in, or have a nuyen or two set aside.
But you own nothing that does not contribute directly towards keeping you alive.
All that you own is your bodies.
And you sell your bodies every day you live.
You sell them when you go out in the morning to your jobs and when you labor all day.
You are forced to sell at any price, at any time, for any purpose.
You are forced to sell your bodies so that you can eat nutrisoy and live.
And the price which is given you for this is only enough so that you will have the strength to labor longer for the profits of the Corp.
Today you are not put up on platforms and sold at the courthouse square.
But you are forced to sell your strength, your time, your souls during almost every hour that you live.
You have been freed from one kind of slavery only to be delivered into another.
Is this freedom? Are you yet free men?
Be Shaikujin if you wish. Me? I want to be free."
Chummer, maybe it was just hot or she really was Awakened or maybe too little sleep and too much soycaf.
But whatever it was, I called up the Exec and told him to go frag himself.
So who I was is just bound to be meat from that day on forward.
Do I know what tommorrow's job will be or what I'll be eating. Nope.
But at least it's good to be free. Want me to play you a Johnny Cash tune?

A)Skills 46/10
B) Attribute 20
C:Resources 140000 nuyen
D) Race Elf(0)
E)Magic Mundane



BOD: 3
AGI: 3
REA: 4
STR: 3
WIL: 5
LOG: 6
INT: 5
CHA: 3

EDGE: 2
ESSENCE: 5.6

INITIATIVE: 9+1d6
VR Initiative (Cold) 5+DataProcessing+3d6 (Hot) 5+DataProcessing+4d6
COMPOSURE: 8
JUDGE INTENTIONS: 8
MEMORY: 11
LIFT/CARRY: 6
PHYSICAL LIMIT: 5
MENTAL LIMIT: 8
SOCIAL LIMIT: 6


Skills
Cracking Skill Group 6
Electronics Skill Group 4
Archery 6
Auomotive Mechanic 3
Clubs 4
Etiquette((Amerindian) 2(+2)
First Aid 3
Forgery(Counterfeiting)6(+2)
Gymnastics 2
Negotiations 2
Perception 3
Performance 3
Pilot Groundcraft 4
Survival 3
Unarmed Combat 3

Know&Lang Skills
Lang-English Native
Lang-Spanish Native
Lang-Southern Athabaskan(Mescalero-Chiricahua) 4(+2)
20th Century Muscle Cars 3
Johnny Cash 3
Inde Culture 4 (Inde meaning the People, what Apaches call themselves)
Pueblo Corporate Council 4


Qualities/Karma Expenditures
-10 20000nuyen
-10 Code Slinger: Hack on the Fly
-5 Bilingual
15 SINner: Corporate Limited SIN
-5 Analytic Mind
-3 Quick Healer
3 Prejudiced: Bias towards Zuni/Hopi Amerindians
5 Allergy: Nickle/Mild
-15 Raise Str



Starting Nuyen ¥65


AUGMENTATIONS:

Alpha Cyber Eyes
Alpha Flare Comp
Alpha Low-Light Vision
Alpha Smartlink
Alpha Thermographic Vision
Alpha vision Magnification
Alpha Datjack



GEAR:

Microtonica Azteca
x7 Common Use Programs: Browse, Configurator, Edit, Encryption, Signal Scrub, Toolbox,Virtual Machine
x15 Hacking Programs: Armor, Baby Monitor, Biofeedback, Biofeedback Filter, Blackout,
Decryption, Demolition, Exploit, Guard, Hammer, Lockdown, Mugger, Sneak, Stealth, Track
Armorjacket Rating 6 Non-Conductivity
Heavy Crossbow
24 Bolts
HardwareToolkit
MedkitRating 6
Microtransceiver
Low Lifestyle 1mo
Standard Credstick, GoldCredstick
Guitar
Telescoping Staff
Survival kit
Fake ID Rating 4(Jorge Goodeman), Cybersecurity Specialist
Fake Licence Rating 4 under Jorge Goodeman for Hunting (Crossbow), Cyberdeck



Contacts 9 points
Raul Ibanez-Garcia, Fixer C4/L3
Conchita Cleaning Lady C1/C2

Way back when me and Raul were starting high school the teacher asks me, "Your mother called you garden hose?"
Me: "You're thinking manga not mangas and in any event that would be hosepipe."
Teacher, "So she called you hosepipe?"
Me: "That's not what I'm saying. You're mixing up two different... "
Teacher: "Nevermind, I can't be calling you hospipe, It would be unprofessional. I'll just use Ramirez. Okay."
Raul never did forget this stupid incident. Now I'm Hosepipe.
And that's why my persona is a gardener and my mark is a hosepipe
If you really want to know why my mother called me 'Dark Sleeves", it's because my arms were darker than the rest of me
when I was born and my great grandfather's great grandfather was Mangas Colorado, a war chief in Geronimo's band. .