Horsepower Haven, Grind the gears here Options

[Kiedo]

Finally after seven pages of recruitment the OCC has gone up

All dice rolls will be taken care of here as will the results of any perception tests and things of that nature.

The Players are
Aes - Maeva Leclerc
Sandoval Smith - Sebastian St. John
Tarnantula - Xerrus
Thomas - Reggie(knobby bob?)
Voorhees - Jet Jaguar

Guest Starring
Ellylamb - "Johnny Lightning"

Players, post a brief desciption of your character, so everyone is on the same page. And come up with a name and leader for you racing team

I nominate Maeva LeClerc, based solely on that she has the fasted vehicle, no other reason. Don't read that as "I choose Maeva LeClerc" instead as she might be someone to consider.

[Aes]

I'm quite sure Maeva (yes, we'll likely see a lot of creative misspellings there. Maeva, pronounced "Mai-e-va") would prefer not to be the team leader. She's the gal with the smile and tight racing outfit to distract the crowd, not the person who wants to fret over numbers, spare parts and strategy. I'll post a summary later tonight, as I'm not on a comp with access to my notes right now. (Read: A public dataterm)

[Edit]

Right, here's the full data dump on Maeva. I'll hold my nomination for a leader until everyone's had a chance to introduce their characters. :)

Appearance:

[ Spoiler ]

Maeva is tall elf of the night ones metatype. She has a lithe body and generous curves. Her skin (or fur, if you will) is dark blue with a purple tint to it. Her hair - usually worn loose and reaching a bit below her shoulders - a lighter shade of the same hue with several silvery streaks running through it. She has finely chiseled features, ears slightly larger than average for an elf and a mischievous smile that could sell toothpaste by the truckload. The net effect is an almost impossibly perfect face and body. She did not look half bad from natures side and a mixture of vanity and the best modern plastic surgery could offer only made her appearence even more striking when she went underground. Her cybernetic eyes are blue - no irises and pupils - and barring when she's sleeping or trying to be stealthy they glow faintly (eye light system). Two chipjacks and a datajack are mounted vertically on the left side of her throat, all of them capped in silver and worked in inticrate tribal designs. The same tribal designs are mirrored in her shifting nanotattoo, designed to make her fur take on a silvery color in patterns that run down both sides of her throat, covers both her shoulders and runs down both her arms ending just before the wrists. A pendant, following the design of her datajack caps hangs from an almost invisible chain around her neck and three small rings pierce her right ear.

She typically wears a tight black tank top and a pair of cargo pants to show off her tattoos or whatever happens to be fashionable street wear along with either a leather or securetech jacket when she's out of the workshop and cars. She has a Victory "industrious" jumpsuit with faux leather and the team colors coded into it she wears along with a flame-resistant form-fitting full body suit whenever she's in the racecar or the pit along with a black racers helmet.

Personality:

[ Spoiler ]

Maeva lives not so much for speed as the chance to challenge herself. She used to love the limelight and even in hiding she still has a hard time resisting showing off for an audience. She's a pleasant enough person to be around as long as you're on her good side, though few are spared her razor tongue when she's stressed or in a bad mood. She has an immense faith both in her own abilities and the abilities of those who she've elected to call friends - sometimes overestimating what's possible, but always trusting to her quick thinking, reflexes and smile to see her through the worst life can throw at her. She's no good at resisting temptation or a fresh challenge, which is 9/10ths of the reason she's still racing. If she were to cash in on her spare equipment, vehicles and select bits of cyberware, she could probably live a somewhat comfortable life.

She has tried carrying a grudge several times before, but has found she's no good at staying mad for extended periods of times. Even when she - intellectually - knows she ought to be angry enough at someone to rip their throat out (which is impressive in itself, considering her muscle mass isn't anything to write home about) several of her friends have found that offering her a glass of soybeer or a dinner is often all it takes to divert her attention away from the object of her animosity. She loathes manual labour, usually doing her best to pawn it off on the other "strong, handsome men" who happen to be nearby with a smile and batting her eyelashes.

History:

[ Spoiler ]

Born to a reasonably wealthy family, consisting almost entirely of elves, Maeva (whose real name was Alette) nonetheless stood out as the odd one, being the only night one among them. She led a reasonably sheltered life in a corporate enclave, among people who didn't consider her a freak. She had both a passion and a knack for reckless driving, having driven various amateur racing leagues since the age of 8. Trusting to her skill and luck, she started her professional carreer at 16. While not the uncrowned queen of the road, she were a proficient racer, who more often than not acheived respectable rankings as she slowly climbed towards the professional leagues. With a somewhat colorful personality, crowd-pleasing looks and enough skills to remain in the top ten of most her races, she became a minor celeberty - if by no means nova hot as she approached the big leagues.

The darker side of her success came from underworld connections. In order to retain her rankings as competition grew stiffer, she went under the knife several times to have just about any bit of bio- and cyberware the rules allowed installed, ever seeking the edge. When her winnings couldn't pay for the hardware, she eventually approached the local underground, seeking sponsorship. It started out well, but a bad season saw her falling behind on the dues in her loan. The mafia pretended to be patient with her, but increased the interest on the loans and started demanding she deliberately lost races where they had betted on her opponent. The net result were that she lost races she would otherwise have earned a mint on and she were eventually fighting just to meet the monthly interest rates. In the end, she saw a way out and took it. Joining one of the newly forming Guerre De Ville (the french precursor to Urban Brawl) teams as a combat biker, she managed to fake her death in a spectacular fireball, as her rigged motorcycle had an ejection seat installed along with enough explosives and smoke bombs to hide the fact from camera. Going under the knife one last time, she cut off all ties to her family and had a full facial and body reconstruction before immigrating to the states.

Still enjoing the thrill of the race - and having sold several expensive pieces of kit from her old teams garage that she took with her - she is presently racing at whatever venues look challenging. These are rarely events covered by the media however, as she still lives in the fear that someone might recognize who she were and old friends from France come asking for loans plus interest repaid. With her inherent skill and upgrades, she's still able to make a comfortable living, simply from winnings in cannonball runs, minor venues and taking a few odd jobs on the side.

Gear:

[ Spoiler ]

Vibro knife
Savalette Guardian (caseless, internal Smartlink-II)
Silencer
Concealable Quick-draw holster
Lots of regular ammo
A little less capsule rounds w. a DSMO/Neuro-stun X mixture
Ordinary, Fine, Tres Chic clothing (Yes, she's vain)
Real Leather Jacket (bal 0, imp 2)
Securetech Jacket (bal 5, imp 3)
Victory "Industrious" winter (bal 4, imp 4)
+Plastic restraint melters
Form-Fitting full-body suit (bal 4, imp 1)
+Fire resistance [6]
Forged credstick
Certified credstick
Basic pocket secretary
Earplug cellphone
Micro-Transceiver [4]
Saviour Advanced medkit
+Spare supplies x5
Stim patch [6] x5
Tranq. patch [6] x5
Vehicle shop (At one of her buddies garages)

Vehicles:

[ Spoiler ]

The Corsair [Picture]
Body: 3
CF: 0,4
Load: 85
Handling: 1/4
Speed: 460
Accel: 36
Armor: 2
Autonav: -
Sensor: 4
Signature: 2
Seating: 2
Entry pts: 2d + 1t
Fuel: 90 litres (jet)
Economy: 7km/l
Her primary racing vehicle, true love, pride and joy. Designed with more safety in mind than you'd think - the owners personality considered - and with a vibroknife permanently installed to slash the APPS restraints in a hurry after a crash.

The Great Gruntbuggly
Body: 4
CF: 10,5
Load: 75
Handling: 2/4
Armor 0
Autonav: 0
Sensor: 1
Signature: 0
Speed: 130
Accel: 9
Seating: 2+1b
Fuel: 80 litres
Economy: 5,8 km/l
A standard, mass-produced SUV. Considering where she lives, the fact that there's no grafitti on it whatsoever is remarkable in itself. The vehicle is so plain it almost borders on painfully banal, but it's good enough for beer runs and the star doesn't bother it the same way they'd bother a sports car built to overtake helicopters and passenger airplanes.

Lifestyles:

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Lifestyle: Main
Small flat in Tacoma. The rent is low, mainly due to the go-gangers that plague the area. Incidentially, the same go-gangers are Maevas friends thorugh her buddy (Glottis) and keep an extra eye on her apartment to make sure noone she doesn't like gets too close. The flat contains a single bedroom, a small kitchen that opens up into a living room, a bathroom with a shower, a wardrobe and a small hallway to connect everything. The fridge is usually well stocked with real food and the autochef's pretty decent too. It's a pleasant place, if a little crammed once there's more than 4 people about.

Lifestyle: Backup
When things are a little hot, Maeva has a small back room at Bens (A good friend of hers) garage. Her tools are stored there, along with ahammock and a few sets of clothing. Living is spartan at best and the garage open at all sorts of odd hours make for noisy nights. That and since the garage wasn't actually meant to be a residence, she gets the dubious pleasure of sharing the kitchen and showers with whatever mechanics happen to be on duty at the time. But at least noone asks any questions. for all they know, she's one of their boss'es buddies come over to hang around while she's waiting for spare parts for her car.

Character sheet:

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Attributes:
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Bod: 4(6) (4 natural +2 cyber)
Qck: 9 (5 natural, 2 race, 2 bio)
Str: 2 (1 natural, 1 bio)
Cha: 5 (3 natural, 2 race)
Int: 9 (6 natural, 1 edge, 2 bio)
Wil: 5 (5 naturak)
Ess: 1,58 (2) (6 natural, -4,42 cyber)
Mag: 0
Rea: 10 (9 natural, 1 bio)
Ini: 2 (1 natural, 1 cyber)
Bio-Index: 4
Essence index: 4,58
Armor: +1 impact

Dice Pools:
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Combat: 11
Control: 13
Task: 1

Edges/Flaws:
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Allergy, Mild (Sunlight) 0pts
Bonus Attribute (int) 2pts
Vehicle Empathy 2pts
Impulsive -2pts
Dark secret (Ran from the mob) -2pts
Bad Karma -5 pts

Skills:
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-Active
Gunnery 4
Pistols 5
Athletics 4
Stealth 5
Etiquette 5
Negotiation 4
Car 6
Car B/R 6
-Knowledge
Gang identification 4
Gang turf 3
Lone Star Tactics 5
Scrounging 4
Shadowrunner Haunts 3
Entertainment Politics 5
Paranormal Animals 4
Navigation 6
Urban Brawl 4
Background: Electronics 4
Background: Disguise 3
-Language (R/W at half skill)
English 3
French 4
Sperethiel 4
German 2

Cyberware: (All alphaware)
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VCR [2]
Internal GPS
Orientation system
Datajack x2
Chipjack
Knowsoft Link
Math SPU [1]
Eyes - Cyber replacement
+Image link
+Flare compensator
+Light systems
+Rangefinder
+Protective covers, mirrored
+Low-light vision
Smartlink-II processor
Lim. simsense rig (for smartlink II)
Dermal Sheath[1]

Bioware:
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Cerebral Booster [2]
Mnemonic enhancement [3]
Synaptic Acceleration [1]
Enhanced Articulation
Muscle toner [2]
Muscle Augmentation [1]
Nephritic Screen

[Fresno Bob]

I guess there wouldn't really be any problems with Jet being the leader...even though he can't really go all that fast due to my inability to crunch numbers well. Anyhoo...



Appearance

[ Spoiler ]

Jet Jaguar, or Sven Jorgunson, is a tall and fanatically fit human of Nordic descent, with green eyes and short blonde hair spiked in a facsimile of Billy Idol's. He has no obvious cyber, but his reflexes are too twitchy, and his body is too damage resistant to be natural. He has a full back tattoo of Godzilla smashing a building, and usually wears a T-shirt and jeans, with an everpresent black motorcycle jacket. His two bikes, Godzilla and Ghidorah are well cared for, and both have a front holster for his AK-98.

Personality

[ Spoiler ]

His personality is pretty much 10 pounds of wit and sarcasm in a 5 pound bag. He's always making jokes and strange insults. He also loves Godzilla movies, and will talk about them at great length to anyone who will listen. He's kind of a music nerd as it relates to Punk Rock and New Wave between the ages of 1970 to the 2060s, talking at length about bands like the Sex Pistols, or the Ramones. If he's not making a joke, he's usually kind of quiet, and he's not vindictive in that he always gets back at people who wrong him, its just that he can't really accept losing a race, and will constantly demand rematches, combined with impulsive, this means he usually never backs down from a racing challenge, unless he really knows he has no chance. He also resolves only to cheat as much as his opponent does.

Character Sheet

[ Spoiler ]

Name: Jet Jaguar
Age: 25
Height/Weight: 1.85m, 85kg +15kg Bone Lacing
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Eyes: Green
Hair: Blonde

Attributes (60pts)
Body: 5 (7)
Quickness: 6
Strength: 5
Charisma: 3
Intelligence: 6
Willpower: 4
Essence: .15
Magic: 0
Reaction: 6 (10)
Initiative: 6+1d6 (10+3d6)
Combat Pool: 8

Skills (45pts)
Brawling: 5
Edged Weapons: 5
SMGs: 6
Athletics: 6
Electronics: 4
Electronics B/R: 4
Bike: 6
Bike B/R: 6
Etiquette: 3

Knowledge and Language Skills
English: 4/2
Cityspeak: 4/2
New Wave and Punk Rock: 4
Bike Background: 3

Race Areas: 4
Gang ID: 3
Godzilla Movies: 4
Local Junkyards: 3
Guitar: 4

Flaws/Edges
Vindictive
Impulsive
Daredevil
Bravery

Vehicles

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Harley-Davidson Diablo "Godzilla"
Hand Speed Accel Body Armor Sig Auto Cargo Load
3/4 250 15 2 2 1 1 .5 25
-Turbocharging 3
-Level 5 NOS injector
-Engine Customization 2 (Speed +30, Accel +2)
-Green Scales Paintjob

Suzuki Aurora "Ghidorah"
Hand Speed Accel Body Armor Sig Auto Cargo Load
2/4 360 25 2 0 0 1 1 40
-Engine Customization 4 (Speed +30, Accel +4)
-Turbocharging 8
-Gold Scales Painjob

Other Gear

[ Spoiler ]

Cyberware
Wired Reflexes 2 (3 essence)
Titanium Bone Lacing (2.25 essence)
Smartlink II (.5 essence)
Range Finder (.1 essence)
Protective Eye Covers

Armor
Armor Jacket (Motorcycle Jacket Style) 5/3
Real Leather Jacket 0/2
Motorcycle Helmet 0/2
Titanium Bone Lacing 1/1

Weapons
AK-97 SMG (Conceal 2/1, Recoil Comp 4/5)
-Chrome Finish
-"Mecha-Godzilla" Engraving
-Folding Stock
-Gas Vent 4
-Smartlink 2
-3 EX-EX Clips (90 bullets, 8M)
-1 Normal Clip (30 bullets, 6M)

Fists 9M stun

Long Cougar Fineblade 6M damage, conceal 5

Other Gear
Motorcycle Kit
Electronics Kit
Ordinary Clothing x 5
Fine Clothing x 2
Electric Guitar w/ Amp
Music player w/ some chips
Certified Credstick w/ 5290.

[Sandoval Smith]

Sebastian is not a take charge kind of guy (given his physical appearance and all) but's he very good at recieving input from multiple sources, correlating the data, and making a plan of action, which are all good technical leader skills. He's got a good tactical sense (I guess that's what happens when you grow up during a siege, under the guidance of an Ares Firewatch team), but if what you want is someone who can chew nails, stare down the baddies, and give rousing peptalks, then Sebastian would be a not-so-good choice.
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Sebastian St. John
Character Sheet:

[ Spoiler ]

Dwarf
Bod: 4(5)
Qui: 5
Str: 2(4)
Cha: 3
Int: 5
Wil: 5
Ess:.51
Bio: 1.5
Mag: 0
Rea: 5(6)
Ini: 1 (3 when rigging)

Combat Pool: 8
Control Pool 9

Edges:
Sense of Direction: -1
Human Looking: -1
Vehicle Empathy: -2
Good Reputation: -2
Spike Resistance 2: -4

Flaws:
Day Job/10 hrs: 1 (Freelance Security Consultant)
Phobia (Uncommon/Moderate) Bug Spirits: 3
Phobia (Common/Mild) Insects: 3
Infirm 4: -4


Cyber:
Vehicle Control Rig (2)(alpha).........(2.40)
RC Deck [2]...................................(.30)
Datajack...............................(.20)
Datajack...............................(.20)
Memory 100MPS..........................(.33)
Skillwires (4/48MP)....................(.8)
Chipjack Multi slot 2..................(.25)
Expert Driver 3........................(.3)
Cyber Eyes(alpha)........................(.16)
-Microscopic vision(alpha).............(.08)
-Retinal Clock(alpha)..................(.08)
-Thermographic (alpha).................(.16)
-Image Link (alpha)....................(.16)
Knowsoft Link..........................(.10)
Smartlink II ..........................(.50)
Internal Air Tank......................(.25)
Subdermal Speakers.....................(.10)
Protective covers (black)
External Transducer

Bioware:
Enhanced Articulation
Metabolic Arrestor
Sleep Regulator

Skills:
Active:
Car: 6
CarB/R: 4
Electronics/Control Systems:2/4
Electronics B/R 3
Computer/Programming 2/4
Etiquette/Street: 3/5
Negotiations: 3
Intimidation/Mental: 1/3
Gunnery: 5
Rifles: 3
Athletics: 3
Stealth: 3

Knowledge:
Car: 4
Greater Seattle-Street Layout 3/5
Scrounging: 3
Safehouse Locations: 2
Seattle Junkyards: 3
Gang Identification: 3
Gang Turf: 3
Police Procedures: 3

English: 5
Japanese: 2

Lifestyles:

[ Spoiler ]

Low: A converted, seperate garage, small, but snug. He rents it from the old orc lady who lives in the house on the same property. It allows him to stay close to his cars, and tinker on them as he feels like it.

Low: His backup doss, where he stays when he's 'working.' A small, bare apartment with street parking.

Low: Another converted garage, this one in a not so nice neighborhood. He stays on good terms with the local gangs, patching up their bikes, or replacing bullet riddled windshields when they need it. This is where he keeps his actual working car shop.

Squatter: It's got four walls, a roof, enough room for the van, and may or may not have devil rats (depends on the weather, and if anyone has curled up and died in there recently). It's the back up doss he maintains in case he needs a hiding place, fast.

Gear:

[ Spoiler ]

RC Deck [5]
Storage Memory 200Mp
Audio/Visual Screen Display
Intercom System
R-C Biofeedback Filter [3]
R-C Encryption Module [2]
R-C ECCM Rating [3]
Signal Amplifier [4]
Clearsight [2]
Sharpshooter [2]

Fake Credstick [3] Ace Freely - Freelance Security Consultant
3xOrdinary Clothes
Fine Clothes
Secure Jacket
FF Full Body Suit
-Chemical Seal [4]
ActiveSoft Spec. [2] Biotech / First Aid
ActiveSoft Gen. [4] Bike
ActiveSoft Gen. [4] Bike B/R
ActiveSoft Gen. [4] Rotorcraft
ActiveSoft Gen. [4] Pistols
ActiveSoft Gen. [4] SMG
ActiveSoft Gen. [4] Spray Weapons
LinguaSoft Gen. [2] Chinese
LinguaSoft Gen. [2] French
LinguaSoft Gen. [2] Sprethiel
LinguaSoft Gen. [2] Spanish
[3]Medkit Rating 6
[2]Antidote Patch [6]
[4]Stimulant Patch [6]
[3]Tranq Patch [6]
[2]Trauma Patch
Vehicle Kit
Electronic ToolKit
[3]Compressed Air Blowers
Flashlight, pocket
Binoculars, Thermographic
Shotgun Mike [3]
Wire Cutter
Personal Comm Unit Rating [3]
Basic Pocket Secretary
Earplug Cell Phone
Vehicle Shop

:nuyen: 1,002

Shock Glove

Remington 950 (SMII)
-Sling
-Silencer
-Imaging Scope 3
-8xRegular
-4xExEx
-4xGel
-1xCapsule
+5 doses DMSO
+5doses Gamma scopolamine

Predator III
-Silencer
-Concealable Holster
-8xREgular
-4xExEx
-3xGel
-1xCapsule
+15xDMSO
+15xGamma Scopolamine

Heckler & Koch HK227 (SMII)
Sound Supressor
Underbarrel weight
Pintle mounted
6 x ExEx
4 x Gel

3xSpray Tank
[4]Splat Glue (per liter)
[2]Splat Glue Solvent (1 liter)
[4]Slip Spray (per liter)
[4]Freeze Foam (1 liter)
[2]Freeze Foam Solvent (1 liter)

Vehicles:

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Eurocar Westwind 2000 Turbo 5 CF / 45 KG free - 3 /30 used
Rigger Adaptation (1 CF / 10KG)
Sensors [2] (2 CF / 20 KG)
Autonavigation System [4]
-10 x Advanced Map Chips
Maglock [6]
Anti-Theft System [6]
Electric Shock System
Library Transponder Chip [6]
Morphing License Plate
Photovoltaic Chameleon Paint
Pintle Mount (driver side door)
Pintle Mount (rear of sun roof)
4 x Runflats

GMC Bulldog Step Van: Big City Kitty
(50 CF/1200 Load free - 36/525 used)
Rigger Adaptation (1CF / 10 KG)
Remote Control Interface [4]
Advanced Drone Pilot [3]
-10 x Advanced Map Chips
Sensors [4] (3 CF / 35 KG)
Concealed Armor [4] (12 CF / 320 KG)
Crash Cages (2 CF / 25KG)
Engine Customization [2] (Speed/Acc)
Morphing License Plate
Library Transponder Chip [6]
Photovoltaic Chameleon Paint
White-Light
Electronics Port
Electric Shock System
Anti-Theft System [6]
Vehicle Infared Smoke(Small) 5KG
Drone Rack (7 CF / 195 KG)
Remote Small Turret(Pop-Up) (10 CF / 100 kg)
-Gunnery Recoil Adjustor [6] (1CF / 30KG)
-LMG Customization Kit
-Ares MP-LMG
-Rangefinder
-External SMII
-Smartlink-II Kit
-Sound Suppressor
-400x ExEx(belt)
Pintle Mount (driver side door)
4 x Runflats

GM-Nissan Doberman: Spot
Autosoft Interpretation [4]
Remote-Control Encryption [2]
-Smartlink-II Kit
-Rifle Customization Kit
-LMG Customization Kit
Ingram Valiant LMG (SLII) -turret
-Rangefinder
-400xExEx(belt)
Ares Alpha - firmpoint
-Rangefinder
-Grenade Link
-Gas Vent IV
-357xRegular (belt)
-10xHE minigrenades (belt)
-5xIR Smoke (belt)
-3xWhite Phosphurus (belt)
-2xInk (belt)
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A.S. Condor LDSD-41: Peepers
Sensors [2]
Remote-Control Encryption [2]
Power Amplifier [2]
Autosoft Interpretation [4]

Renraku Arachnoid Mini-drone: Chuck
Autosoft Interpretation [4]

Contacts:

[ Spoiler ]

Telerand Bowson [elf] (1): Telerand is the head supply clerk at the Ares subsidary where Sebastian worked, and after spending the better part of his life sitting alone in a little office, he is about as alienated and withdrawn as Sebastian is. Perhaps that's why they got along so well together.

They have kept in minimal contact, mostly so that Sebastian can keep abreast of developments at Ares, in case any other positions he could take arise.

Hard Luck Louis [troll] (1): It's Hard Luck to be someone Louis doesn't like...

He's a liuetenant in one of the larger gangs roaming the borders of the Barrnes, and he lead the group that 'welcomed' Sebastian to the neighborhood when he moved in. After Chicago, a handful of gangers on beat up bikes didn't faze him the slightest, but he showed them respect, paid the protection money, and when one of Louis' bike blew it's fuel line when raced the engine, Sebastian didn't laugh, or smirk, but calmly fixed it. Chicago also taught him that you take what allies you can get. He helps the gang out when they need minor repair work on their rides, and they respect him and his doss, and make sure others do too.

Louis got a boost of recognition for bringing such a useful resource to the gang, and shows some fondness for the useful, if strange, dwarf rigger.

Kuruma Nakagawa [ork] (2): Kuruma is probably one of the best street mechanics in Seattle, and one of the only people out there who would call Sebastian a friend. The fact of the matter is, since whenever they're together all they talk about is cars, Kuruma has never gotten around to noticing that there's anything wrong with the dwarf.

He runs a legit car repair, and towing business by day, getting most of his work from tourists who have a breakdown while in the 'scary' sections of Seattle. His night time dealings revovle around the chop shop he's got deep within the bowels of his autoyard. He can modify anything that moves, and a few things that can't. He'll even do a little weapon work, but nothing too illegal or heavy. He likes Seattle, and he doesn't want to have to worry about suddenly relocating elsewhere.

Backstory:

[ Spoiler ]

He's got a stare that can really set people on edge. He just sits there, doesn't blink, doesn't even seem to breath, his cyber eyes an opaque, and depthless black. He just sits, and watches, and people start to get nervous, wondering just what he's looking at? Is there something wrong with them, or is it something else?

Sebastian was born in Chicago, grew up there, and was trapped there when the bugs came out and the walls went up. He'd always been a quiet boy, with a fascination for cars, and had always viewed riggers, people who could actually become the car, with a sort of awe. When you were a rigger, it didn't matter who you were, or what you looked like, you could make the vehicle yours. That was a very imortant thing to Sebastian, because his body had set him apart from so much else. He had been born tiny, but so perfectly proportioned that it wasn't realized he was a dwarf until the standard genetic testing came back, and even after adolescense he could still be easily mistaken for a human child of thirteen or fourteen.

He got his first piece of cyber while in the CZ. His family, part of a small group of refugees, made a run for the sanctuary of the Wrigely dome. They were set on by a group of wasps. All he remembers is screams, a flash of... something, and then darkness. The next thing he could remember was waking up in a makeshift hospital and realizing there was something strange with his vision. His brother had managed to drag him, bleeding, half his face torn up by a talon slash, to the Wrigley Dome. There were several doctors and cyber physcians among the refugees there, and they replaced his eyes with parts from someone who didn't need them anymore.

The cyber eyes helped him live through, if not exactly survive Chicago. Everything that he saw through them seemed removed, like a trid program. He could pretend that it wasn't real, like the day the roaches tried to swarm through the Clark Street entrance, and his brother, manning a machine gun, was bitten in half, the roach running off with his legs, leaving the torso screaming and bleeding on the floor. It was just like any other bad slasher trid. They were all bad slasher trids. That was how he made himself so helpful in the makeshift hospital. It wasn't his hands helping to hold down a girl as the doctors tried to to put her insides back in. And those weren't real guts, just special effects. It made him a very reliable, and efficent person to rely on for many of the tasks of day to day life at Wrigley field.

When the wall came down, he moved in with distant relatives in Detroit. By then he had developed the stare, that way of watching the world like it was just another trid program. He recieved a job offer from Ares. His hard work at the dome had been noticed and commented on, and now that he lived in Ares home town, the megacorp was happy to reward him for his efforts. A small, rather boring site needed a security rigger, and Ares would install the rigging deck as part of the job. He agreed.

He did a good job, earned a good paycheck, and since he was in the motor city, he put most of that towards motors, tinkering with cars. He started having problems at work though. It wasn't that he was doing a bad job, but simply that he made people uncomfortable, just by being in the same room. They started putting him on night shifts, but even that didn't work out. He had shown to be a good employee so far, so the site managers offered him a promotion. He'd be a delivery driver for sensitive materials, and again to show how they valued his efforts, they would give him a VCR.

That was a job he excelled at. He rarely interacted with other people, and proved to be an excellent rigger. He liked becoming the vehicle. Nothing made them hurt, they just existed, going from one place to another. He came to love the Bulldog step van he usually drove. It was comfortable, secure, and it, along with thousands others like it spent all day trundling along, going from place to place completly oblivious to the rest of the world. They didn't even need to rest. Just feed them a little bit of fuel and off they went again.

Sebastian didn't like resting much. He couldn't stand the darkness, couldn't stand the thought of what might be moving around in it where he couldn't see. He needed to be able to see, always. Sleep was not any better. His waking mind knew that Chicago was far behind him, but his subconcious did not realize that, and every time he closed his eyes he was carried immediately back into the worst days at the Dome.

He upgraded his VCR, and realized he liked cyber, how each time he got a new piece it cut out a little more of his humanity, made him _feel_ a little less. However, in order to keep getting more 'ware, he had to start hunting out less and less reputable places to get it installed. He had too much wire in his head, real doctors wouldn't touch him, it was too risky. Sometimes, these 'doctors' would require favors as payment, things that only a rigger could do for them, and that was how Sebastian started to slowly slip into the shadows.

He got a chip habit, but a very odd one. He didn't got for the Better Than Life chips. Most of them he had to get custom, but he didn't have to worry about blowing ASIST ratings, the chips he slotted were closer to sensory deprivation rather than overload. Vast, murmuring, shifting crowds, the silent void of deep space, the drifting suspension beneath the surface of a blue and endless ocean, these were the fantasies that he retreated into.

He drove the getaway car for a team of runners taking a shot at an Azzie lab, and in exchange for that, and to make up for the bullets he caught in his shoulder, the team surgeon put him under the knife for a metabolic arrestor, and much more importantly, a sleep regulator. It helped him a little, keeping him away from the darkness and terror that much longer, but it was already too late.

Problems were arising at Ares again. He was doing a good job. Actually, he was doing an excellent job, and had saved his cargo from liberation by runners on multiple occasions, but even the minimal contact he was having with people was causing friction. Just the amount of time it took him to get an authorizes signature before releasing his delivery could leave someone jumpy for the rest of the day. Rumors were also starting to trickle into listening ears about just how he occupied himself in his off time. what His managers were sorry to do it, but they let him go.

So for a week, he sat, staring out at the street, sometimes eating, sometimes sleeping. Then, a 'doctor' called. They needed a favor _from_ him this time, a favor that needed to be done in Seattle, and they were willing to pay for it...

[Kiedo]

One more additional player a team mechanic/ sercurity guy, he'll fit in well

Nikoli - Luis Clempt

[Fresno Bob]

Where are those other two? I'm itching to start.

[Aes]

Three actually. Check the other thread, it seems we got a mechanic :)

But yes, I'll echo that sentiment. Let's get the rest of the chars here pronto so we can decide on a team leader and name

[Kiedo]

I said to my self thoses t's are going to take a while, of course I didn't understand the context then but now it's coming into focus. I'm just as read to get started myself. I just figured I'd hold until you guys had a leader to "deal" with whats to come. A name wouldn't hurt either. As far as THomas's and Tarantula's characters I don't want to give away information they don't want me to, so I'm going to have to keep it zipped.

[Aes]

I suppose we could pass the time thinking up names for the team though. And decide how everyone met to get some initial relationships going. Of course, it'd all be easier if we knew a little more of the setting. Such as wether we're racing legally on public tracks, doing underground cannonball runs in the sprawl or improvised urban brawl in the barrens. *looks to Kiedo* ...I imagine our characters would know at least that much from the onset.

As for the whole leader idea, I still doubt Maeva would make a good leader. But if need be, she could probably fill in as the prerequisite T&A or hold a pep talk or two as a leiutenent. Of the three who've chipped in with PCs so far, I think Sebastian's the only one level-headed enough to be an effective leader in the long run. Jet is - Voorhees own account - all wit and sarcasm and Maeva's probably all too likely to throw a fit at the wrong time (which in my experience is quite common among french women ;) ).

[Thomas]

OK gang; meet Knobby Bob, an ork go-ganger with a bad attitude, bad hygiene, and no professional skills.

When the team first meets Knobby Bob he might be fresh off the streets, so;
Ork, late teens, dirty ganger trash.
His hair is black, full, shoulder length and greasy – tied into a ponytail under a red and white bandana, some silver rings woven in contrast sharply. His skin color hints at a Latino ancestry, and there are small scars on his face and the backs of his callused hands. His eyes are brown, and have the glare of an untrusting, hostile animal. Over two meters tall and about a hundred kilos. He’s wearing a synth-leather Jacket sized for a troll, the sleeves have been cut-off below the elbow to fit. Under this loose overcoat you can see a stained armor vest. A black belt with a silver-looking ‘skull & crossbones’ buckle holds up a pair of ratty looking jeans. Through holes in the jeans you can see some sort of form-fit armor.

After a few weeks working with the crew, K-Bob will prove to be a good mechanic – and will do well in the role of enforcer/go-fer. He might even learn that the proper way to ask for a spanner is ‘please’, not ‘gimme *&^$& spanner (*^%&!!’. The more civilized might carefully consider some hygiene tips.

Background:

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Sired by an unknown father, to a mother who was a slitch, Reggie was the strongest of the litter. One sister died at birth, Reggie, his brother and other sister took shelter from their abusive mother by running away at age nine. Born in the Redmond Barrens, the three made it to Paradise Valley and were taken in by the Carters, a lonely couple. For Reggie this only lasted a year before he ran away again – back to the Barrens, scrounging scraps and rolling the weak squatters – but nobody was telling him what to do.
One night, some gangers caught him robbing an old drunk, and jumped him. Busted up bad because he fought back he vowed to get revenge and to never, ever get beat again.
Revenge became less important over time, and he got beaten often before hooking up with the Mavs – of course getting jumped-in there was one of the worst beatings he ever got. (age 13)
The Mavericks were looking for new blood and Knobby Bob would do. The King himself gave Knobby Bob his colors, and after he took on that Americar solo, the whole gang partied while ‘ol Mary tagged his arm.
He remembered that night vividly, the gang had taught him how to ride and fight at the same time, but he had to prove himself before he could raid with them. He’d picked the mark at Fallen City, getting on 202W – followed him for a little ways then pulled ahead. He had the beer bottle clenched tight between his legs, letting the smoothie catch up while he lit the microtorch. With a quick motion (He’d practiced most of the day) he lit the soaked rag and tossed the flaming mass, landing it neatly on the hood. As the car stopped he began to circle it, shooting out the windows. The driver bailed, running for the shoulder but K-Bob was on him in a flash. The rest of the raiders got there as he was stomping the smoothie, laughing and beating out the already dying flames. As K-Bob proudly led the rest of the raiders back to the barracks a cleanup pair took care of dumping the car and former driver into Lake Sammamish. The synthohal flowed freely that night in the Barrens.
Of course there was down time between the highway raids and skirmishes, fights over who owned what or who slotted whom, and watching ‘Brawl or ‘Biking on the trid.

I’ll post again tomorrow with the rest, but I spent the better part of the day snaking the drain line, and I really want to eat and go to bed.

Thomas

[Kiedo]

Yeah I've been meaning to get around to telling you guys whats what. Your team will be gearing up for a national racing event, in which the winner from each of the three divisions(drag, autocross, and rally) will be offered sponsorships for that particular event. The run will commence about two weeks before that happens. There will be a "conflict" with another team on the streets and after that you'll go on to the legal racing event. You can register for all the events or none of them it's your choice. Unless you guys start it I've got no plans for vehicle combat(aside from using the system to determine the winner). I had planned for your group to have forty members and all of the PC's be the leader/lieutenants, of the group. Sorry for keeping you in the dark so long. :please: I just wanted to make sure there were no power gamers designing thier characters for that sole purpose. This way your PC's are better rounded and can cope with more than just the 1320(thats how many feet there are in a quarter mile, and often what a drag strip is calledfor those of you who didn't know).

You guys are very luck too, I spend alot of time at the track and going to races (and participating in races) so it's safe to say I know my stuff when it comes to cars(though I don't really care for Nascar, anybody can drive 200 miles an hour in a circle). For the purposes of the National championship the drag racing will have two categories, 400 meters(roughly a quarter mile) and 1000 meters(5/8 of a mile). The autocross, which is the same as the Le Mans, will be a time trial on a track, and the rally will be the same, just on dirt.

[Thomas]

A shower, supper, and sleep - I feel much more like playing now.
The character's name is Knobby Bob, K-Bob is a nickname - no one has heard the name Reggie in character. (That's what his mother called him)
Working for the team might be a way for him to break into professional Combat Biking, so he is motivated to make an impression. He is suspicious and sensitive to racial bias - although he seems to have some of his own.
Character sheet:

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Attributes:
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Bod: 9 (6 natural +3 race)
Qck: 6
Str: 8 (6 natural, +2 race)
Cha: 2 (3 natural, -1 race)
Int: 3 (4 natural, -1 race)
Wil: 2
Ess: 6
Mag: 0
Rea: 4
Ini: 1
Dice Pools:
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Combat: 5

Skills:

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Unarmed Combat: 6
/Fists: 2
/Kicks: 2
Off-Hand - Clubs: 3
Shotguns: 6
Pistols: 6
Intimidation: 3
Bike: 5
Bike B/R: 5
Gang identification: 3
Gang Turf: 3
Scrounging: 3
Seattle Ork Underground: 2
Navigation: 2
Combat Biking: 2
English / (R/W): 2 / 1
/ Cityspeak / (R/W): 2 / 1

Gear:

[ Spoiler ]

Hardliner Gloves
Pipe, Lead
Colt Manhunter
Concealable Quick-draw holster
60 Regular Rnds (cl)
Mossberg CMDT
Sling
60 Slug Rnds (cl)
Form-fitting Full-Body Suit
Armor Vest with Plates
Synth Leather Jacket (troll mod)
Synth Leather Pants
2 sets Ordinary Clothing
Pager
Handset Cell Phone
Large Military Rucksack
Binoculars
Sleeping Bag
Field Rations (Self Heating) [10]
Ration Bars (10 Days) [3]
Canteen and Mess Kit
Tent
Survival Kit
Pistol Ammo Pouch
Shotgun Ammo Pouch
Vehicle Kit
Basic Medkit (rating 6)
Trauma Patch [3]

Vehicle:

[ Spoiler ]

BMW Blitzen 2050
Handling: 3/4
Speed: 220
Accel: 13
Body: 2
Armor: 2
Sig: 1
Autonav: 2
Pilot : N/A
Sensor: 0
Cargo: 2
Load: 40
Seat: 2
Modifications:
NO2 Injectors (3)
Description:
This bike has seen better days - some of the covers are missing, the ones that are there have seen various cans of spray paint, etc. Mechanically, it is in the best shape as was possible for the Mavericks to get it.

[Thomas]

Sandoval Smith – A question. At CharGen I paid for a med. Sidecar for K-Bob’s bike, would you mind giving me some insight on the final numbers for the Blitzen – adding the sidecar and nitrous? In fact, for convenience during gaming, how about figures for with and without the hack – and a GM approved time to quick change from bike to hack and back?
Thanks in advance,
Thomas

[Sandoval Smith]

It takes fifteen minutes to add or remove a sidecar from a motorcycle.

The Blitzen has a CF=2, and Load=40. NOX takes up 2 CF, and 15kg. Sidecars do not automatically come with seating, and a regular bucket seat takes up 6 CF (the medium sidecar has 8) but 100 Load, which is taken from the Blitzen (you only have 25 at this point), and no vehicle can exceed it's Load rating. So, you can mount a gun, or something on the sidecar, but you can't carry a passenger there.

Also, driving with the sidecar changes the Blitzen's stats to:
Speed: 205
Handling:4/5
Economy 7.65

[Nikoli]

Luis "Watchman" Klempt

Quiet and unassuming, he still bears himself as a military person. His areas are kept neat and ready for inspection, his weapons are at all times ready for deployment and he still wakes his ass up at 4 AM for a 5k run when possible. He provides a quiet counterpoint to the usual race enthusiast as he's more interested in working on the vehicles than watching them be torn apart on the track. While most at the track know him as the team's assistant mechanic, a few know from first hand problems that he also work security for the team while at the race.

Character Sheet

[ Spoiler ]

Attributes:
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Bod: 4
Qck: 6
Str: 3
Cha: 3
Int: 4
Wil: 4
Ess: 1.38
Mag: 0
Rea: 6(10)
Ini: 1(3)
Dice Pools:
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Combat: 7

Augmentations

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Bioware:
Enhanced Articulation
Cyberware:
All Alpha grade
Cyber Eyes
Image Link
Low-light
Flare Comp
Rangefinder
Electronic Vision Mag 3
Retinal Clock
Cyber Ears
Sound Filter 5
Spatial Recognition
Hearing Amp
Ear Dampener
Smartlink Processor 2
Range finder
Personal Safety System
Induction Pad
Lim. Simsense Rig
Datajack
Transducer
Multi-slot Chipjack 3
Internal GPS
Orientation System
Shock Hand
Wired Reflexes 2
Reflex Trigger
Jolt-alert

Skills

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Assault Rifles 6 (7)
AR B/R 3 (4)
Launch Weapons/GL's 2(3)/4(5)
Pistols 3(4)
SMG 3 (4)
Unarmed Combat 3 (4)
Athletics 3 (4)
Stealth/Alertness 3(4)/6
Etiquette 3
Biotech/First Aid 2(3)/4(5)
Small Unit Tactics 3
Car 3 (4)
Car B/R 3 (4)

Navigation 4
Desert Wars 3
Pornography 2
Miltech Manufacturers 3
Scrounging 3
Sec. Procedures/Military 1/3
Military Theory 3

English 3
R/W 1
Spanish 2
R/W 1
Farsi 1

Gear

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Ares Predator 3 (caseless)
Silencer
Pers. Grip
Removed Trigger
Pers. Safety Mod
Concealed Quick-draw holster
2 clips gel
2 clips EX
Permit
Ares Alpha (caseless)
Personalized Grip
Removed Trigger
Grenade Link
Shock Pads
Sling
Sound Suppressor
Pers. Safety Mod
2 clips EX
2 clips regular
8 Concussion minis
8 Def AP Minis
Ares Executive Protector
Removed Trigger
Personalized Grip
Personal Safety Mod
2 clips gel
2 clips EX
2 Flash Grenades
2 IPE Concussion grenades

Clothing (Ordinary, Fine and Tres Chic)
Secure Long Coat
FFBA Full suit
Rapid Transit Heavy jumpsuit
Helmet
Massaging liners
Forearm guards
Pocket Flashlight (low-light)
Micro-transceiver 6
Broadcast Encryption 3
Survival Kit
Air filter 6
Combat Vest
2 Pistol ammo pouches
1 rifle ammo pouch
4 small equipment pouches
2 large equipment pouches
Large Military Rucksack
4 Camoflage Nets
Canteen and Mess Kit
Sleeping Bag
Vehicle Shop (loaded for use in truck)
Gunsmith Shop (loaded for use in Truck)
Linguasofts (Sperethiel 6, Japanese 6, Farsi 6, Spanish 6)
Datasofts Chiltons Manuals 6
Knowsoft Chemistry 6
Medkit 6
Basic Docwagon Service
2 Antidote patches 6
2 Stim Patches 6
Kits (Pistol, SMG, AR, Vehicle)

Vehicle

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GMC 4201 Medium Transport
Anti-theft system 6
Electric Shock System
Proximity Alert
Medium Range Infrared (low-light) Spotlight
White-ligfht Spotlight
Datajack Port

[Aes]

Race/Appearance? :)

[Nikoli]

Human, clean cut and close cropped brown hair.

[Thomas]

So, I guess we're waiting to see posts on Xerrus and Johnny Lightning?

[Kiedo]

Johnny Lightning is an NPC, more specifiaclly the leader of the NPC team so were just waiting on Xerrus.

A brief History of "JohnnyLightning"(just your standard run of the mill info to save you guys from having to "google" it):

[ Spoiler ]

The day she was born, was the worst lightning storm the upper east side of Houston had seen this century. Fires broke out all over the city, and seems to almost radiate outward from Herman Memorial. Many of the awakened denizens of the metroplex thought it was a sign of the end of days. Samantha Delino's rude entrance to the world, marked the end of what Houstonians whould later call "Noche de la estufa eléctrica" or Night of electric fire. Her parents taking the storm as a bad sign, gave her up for adoption. Living in "St Mary's Home for Children", founded in 2021 by Father Gerard Donovan, until the age of six life was rough for Samantha. After she left the orfanage things got even worse, adopted by an abusive Ork family she saw the true nature of life as she would have. She knew then that she had to get out, so she began saving money she earned from neighbors for odd jobs and by the time she was fourteen, she had managed to amass almost two thousand nuyen. Carfully planning her actions for the next year, she ran away on her 15th birthday.

After months of travelling back roads and hitch hiking(doing unspeakable things for fair), she arrived in Detroit. Looking much older than she actually was, unusual for an elf, she took work as a waitress at Chickenfoot Pete's (a "La Familia" owned and oporated restaurant chain). Her first boyfriend Kevin Harding, a human go ganger with the Borken Stingers, taught her how to drive a car, and she fell in love. Wanting nothing but to be a professional racer car driver, she began going to track meets and once again started to save and collect money, Kevin helped out tremendously pitching in what he could from various raids and looting he did with the gang. In little time at all she had gained enough money to buy her first car, a 2049 Nissan Skyline. Practicing driving on many late nights she began to gain the notice of coroporate race sponsors, and one night Catalyst incoroporated, a Seattle Based holdings company, aproached her. They told her that they would sponsor her entry into the professional auto cross circuit under the condition she relocate to seattle. Seeing her once in a lifetime oportunity, she quickly cut all ties in Detriot and moved. Catalyst had been very gracious and modified her Skyline to meet the specifiactions of the auto cross rules, put her up in a nice condo in Bellevue, and got her a road legal Nissan Jackrabbit.

At first the going was tough, she lost many races and her sponsors began to feel they may had made a mistake. So in a desperate attempt to keep corporate backing she got her first peice of cyberware. The vehicle control rig(VCR) was the edge she needed, and after that she never lost another race. It wasn't long after that some goons from the local Don approached her. They offered her more money than she'd ever heard of if she'd throw the championship race that was fastly approaching, but Samantha had developed a hatred for lossing so she turned them down. This did not please the Don so he hired a group of shadowrunners to plant drugs in her urine test so she'd be disquilified and banned from further racing. The runners succeeded and Samantha was cast out back into the streets from where she had come, all she had was her skyline and her tenacity. Having known that racing was in her blood, she did the only thing she knew how to, race. She slowly began to rise again like a pheonix, and as she did her hatred for lossing grew even more, she began to think of the people she beat as worthless scum. Making many friends and even more enimies she soon began to realize the streets were unsafe for a single girl however fast and cunning she might be. So she and some of her new friends put together a gang of sorts, The Lightning Riders, with her naturally as the leader.

Also you guys still having choosen a leader or a team name. No offense, but if this is a preview of whats to come, I think Xerrus might not be an ideal team leader.

Louis seems to have the makings for team leader, Military background, insanely organized, handy with a wrench, ect. But again thats just a suggestion, after all it is your team. I'd like to put up the IC thread soon, but I need the name and leader to do so...

[Nikoli]

Wierd, this thread keeps popping up as unread with no changes being made. Oh, and it's La Famiglia (The Family)

[Kiedo]

at least it wasn't a huge spelling mistake like I thought it was.

also I think it does that when people edit thier posts as you might notice I did twice including this one

[Fresno Bob]

Okay, Team Leader: I honestly don't care about who it is. It could be Jet, it could be Luis, it doesn't matter.

Team Name: Well, the easiest way to get a decent name, is to steal it from somewhere else, or to follow this simple algorithm: (Medium Team Operates In)+(Something Awesome). And with that, I submit:

Toecutters
Road Warriors
Vigilantes
Street Pirates
Street Ninjas
Highway Berserkers

Yeah, that's all I got.

[Sandoval Smith]

Well, we've had three people so far who look like they can do anything for the whole leadership position. Why don't we just vote?

Leader Poll:
Luis -
Jet - 1
Sebastian - 1 (yes, I'm voting for myself.)

Possible team names:

Broken Blacktop
Aegis
Egg Salad Sandwich (E.S.S and we make a point of not explaining what the acronym stands for)
Lase
Street King

This post has been edited by Sandoval Smith: Mar 8 2005, 04:15 AM

[Kiedo]

I've got a few suggestions too:

Stainless Power
Street Shred
1320 Fury (1320ft in a quarter mile)
400 Warriors(400m in a quarter mile)
Dain Bramage
Xpress
XLR8R
Skyline Runners
Cursus Erus(latin:race owner)
Via Proeliator(latin:road warrior)

I'm going to absain from voting, unless a tie manifests it's self, then I'll vote(and it could happen since there are six of you, though tarantula has yet to post)

[Fresno Bob]

Well I'll vote for myself as well then.