Metatype E
Attributes B
Magic C
Skills D
Resources E

BOD 3
AGI 6
REA 5
STR 3
WIL 3
LOG 1
INT 5
CHA 3
EDG 2
MAG 5

Limits:
Physical 5
Mental 4
Social 5

Initiative: 12+3D6

Qualities
Catlike 7
Mentor Spirit (Rat) 5
Home Ground: On The Lam 10

Allergy (Penicillin, Severe) -15
Criminal SIN -10

Skills (22+2)
Survival 1
Gymnastics 4
Pistols 4
Palming 4 [Pickpocket] (7 karma)
Sneaking 6 [Urban] (+2 from Rat)
Disguise 2
Perception 4

Knowledge Skills (12)
English N
Bolt Holes (Seattle) 4
Gang politics (Redmond) 2
Fences 2
Security procedure 2
Tarislar 1
Sperethiel 1

Adept Powers
Natural Immunity 2 (Rat)
Wall Running (.5 PP)
Improved Reflexes 2 (2.5 PP)
Traceless Walk (1 PP)
Danger Sense 3 (Focus)
Improved Ability 2: Pistols (1 PP)


Gear
Force 3 Qi Focus 9,000
Knife 10
Yamaha Pulsar 180
Ares Light Fire 70 + custom silencer 950
Concealable Holster 150
Smartgun system, external 200
Regular Ammo x 30 60
Stick-n-Shock ammo x 20 160
Clothes 200
Urban Explorer Jumpsuit 650
Chameleon Suit 1700
Thermal Damping 4 1000
Helmet 100
Meta Link 100
Sim Module 100
AR Gloves 150
Contacts 3 600
Vision Enhancement 3 1500
Goggles 5 250
Low-light Vision 500
Flare Compensation 250
Image Link 25
Smartlink 2000
Vision Magnification 250
Ear Buds 3 150
Audio Enhancement 3 1500
Lockpick set 250
Miniwelder 250
Gecko tape gloves 250
Squatter lifestyle 1 month
Obscure
Cramped
Dangerous Area
Total: 400

TOTAL: 20985

Shady Paco (C3, L1)
An oversized ork with a weakness for anything he can drink, snort, or inject and terrible taste in velour tracksuits, Shady Paco is Sketch's main fence. He's widely considered to be such an idiot that no one pays him much attention, which can be useful when one needs to move goods that the local gangs might not approve of. Despite his questionable personal habits, he has a knack for coming out of tricky situations smelling of metaphorical roses.

Little Hawk Corbin (C1, L2)
One of Sketch's jail 'friends'. Little Hawk is a Cascade ork and budding smuggler who doesn't like to talk about the circumstances that ended with her in a UCAS jail before she'd hit her 18th birthday. She and Sketch aren't exactly close, but they did each other some favors while they were inside.

Ayo (C1, L1)
The mysterious elf who gave Sketch her qi focus tattoo. Hard to find and harder to pin down, he hardly ever says anything that's not cloaked in pseudo-tribal 'ancient wisdom', but he presumably has some real mojo, since he's in the foci business. He's not a bad artist, either.

Sketch doesn't look like much, and she likes it that way. At 5'3" and barely a hundred pounds soaking wet, with black hair hacked unevenly short and an ashy tone to her pale skin that suggests she doesn't get out in the sun enough, she doesn't strike most people as a threat. She goes out of her way to encourage this impression, keeping her few possessions secreted away beneath the folds of a baggy, drab jumpsuit. Her thin face is lit by nervous grey eyes, which flick around constantly as she twitches and flinches her way through the world. She's a young-looking 19, starved and habitually sullen. Among her tattoos is a startling realistic set of rat's eyes staring out from just below the nape of her neck which almost seem to follow the observer around the room.

If Calix Roundears ever had a proper last name, she forgot it years ago. Her parents certainly never encouraged her to claim it. The Seattle district of Tarlislar, where Calix was born, is full of Tír rejects who tend to be soaked in frustrated nationalism and touchy about things like inexplicably human offspring. Baby Calix's very first accomplishment was breaking up her parents' marriage; the local rumor mill had her poor mother sleeping with everyone from local human gangers to Kenneth Brackhaven himself. Calix -- a secretive, twitchy, unpleasant child quickly dubbed Sketch by her peers -- grew up on the fringes of Tarislar, barely tolerated and more or less on her own. She was adopted by Rat, patron saint of the forgotten and unwanted, who taught her to live on garbage and constant paranoia.

She managed to get by without doing anything really stupid until she was sixteen, when she experienced what she thought at the time was a fabulous stroke of luck: a very wealthy corp youth, staggeringly drunk, wandered through the Loveland border, and Sketch stumbled across him before anyone else. His comm alone was worth almost six thousand nuyen. For two weeks she lived like a queen, blowing her prize on gear, food, and her exorbitantly expensive magical tattoo like someone who didn't know how to handle having money. Reality caught up, of course. The kid had a father, the father had pull, and in a fortnight Sketch was stashed away in the juvenile detention center that was her world for the next two years. They kicked her out at eighteen with nothing but the clothes on her back and a shiny new criminal SIN, and she went back to just what she had been doing before she got caught.

That worked out alright, for a year. Sketch made her home on the outskirts of Mechanicals territory, taking advantage of their reputation without ever really being one of them. She learned the land, built up caches and hideaways, and successfully scraped out an existence as a parasite on the local gangs. Her last attempt at pickpocketing a credstick from a local tough, however, went badly. She escaped with her life, but her dominant left arm is badly broken and she's slowly bleeding to death internally. Unable to feed or defend herself, she faces starvation or the mercy of street predators -- unless she can convince the Mechanicals that she would be a useful member of their tribe.