Carl had always knew he was going to be a member of the Crimson Crush. He was an ork born in barrens in an orphanage nominally supported by the Crush. The best he could hope for in life was the honor of doning the red. In the chaos of the second Crash he got his chance to prove himself. Though he was a bit small and not as skilled a fighter as his brothers and sisters (both in the gang and otherwise) he possesed a tenacity and a love for the drugs that drove him to succeed. Rumor reached his leutenant that some ancients were going to come into the barrens to rob an old troll that lived in one of the tenements along the south side. The troll wasn't a member, no one really knew much about him but that wasn't important. No one fucked with an ork or troll in the barrens, especially not some pointy eared daisy eaters. Carl and a small gang were sent to guard the old trolls place. Armed with clubs, chains, knives, and three guns between them they were no match for the ancients who had better gear and guns. Carl was the last survivor as the team broke in, ransacked the place and took off leaving two of the Ancients behind to keep watch and try and beat the old man's location out of him. Carl was just about ready to tell them whatever they wanted to hear when the old man came back. The ancients sprung at him but the old man's spirit was ready for them. At that point Carl passed out from blood loss. He awoke to find his wounds mostly healed and the two elves bounds and tied back to back in the center of the room.
"Why didn'tcha kill em?" He asked confused of the old troll who was over at food processor tinkering with it to try and extract a bit of nutrisoy. He looked a little suprised and disapointed to hear the question.
"Three reasons pug, first I've killed more people then the ghost dance and I've kinda lost my taste for it. Two i believe fundamentally that we're all connected and that we have to move past our differences to get anywhere in this life. Three: I'm hoping their boss will be suprised when they come back with the Knick-nack they came here looking for he'll listen to my terms."

That began his friendship with Dirty Rivers, troll shaman of dog. Dirty dusted off the young Ork's spirit and set his feet on the path of knowledge and service to the spirits and his fellow metahuman feeding him neo-anarchist propaganda in the process. The Crush were a bit disapointed that their guy had to be saved by the target he was supposed to protect so they more or less told him he was Dirty Water's bitch, which suited him find as it allowed him more time to learn from the old man. Dirty Rivers tried to teach him the way of spirits but Carl couldn't call to them with the same chants and prayers, but when he performed the prayers devoutly enough the old mans busted trid crackled to life and low end food processor would ready to crank out the finest krill burgers money couldn't buy.

Years have passed and Light Rivers works to live simply bettering the lives of others, free of the taint of materialism as his mentor taught him. Dirty Rivers advancing age is catching up to him and Light must spend more and more time caring for his old mentor but he certainly doesn't mind. Light still maintains good relations with the Crimson crush and still lives in the barrens but he starts to look further afield to test his skills and earn some nuyen to start improving his neighborhood.

Positive:
Paragon(Flow)
Negative:
Scorched(Hacker Version, Recovering BTL addict)
Prejudiced(Common, Biased) Elves
Dependant(easy) (Dirty Waters: DW requires a fair amount of checking up on due to his advancing age but his command of magic means he's not really an invalid. Carl is extremely devoted to him and would do much to secure his safety. The only thing that keeps this from being higher is DW encourages Carl to accept the inevitability of his death and live his own life.

Body: 5 Charisma: 4 EDGE: 3
Agility: 3 Intuition: 5 Phys Init[P] 8
Reaction: 3 Logic: 4 Passes 1
Strength: 5 Willpower: 4 Resonance: 5

Software 2
Cracking (Group) 3
Blades 1
Pistols 3
Compiling 3
Influence (Group) 1
Registering 3
Stealth (Group) 1
First Aid 1
Data Search 1
Computer 1
Survival 1

Smartlink 1
Stealth 6
Exploit 6
Attack 4
Browse 3
Shielding 3

Ares Predator w/skinlink
Knife
Combat Axe
Fake Sin (Rating 3)
Tag Eraser
Tranq Patches 3xRating 6
Rating 6 Medkit
30 Rounds Stick and SHock
100 Rounds Regular
Armored Jacket
1 Month Low lifestyle Rough neighborhood Friendly Neighbors

Crimson Crush(Group Contact) 6/4 (4 100-1000 Members 1 District Level Influences 1 Minority have magical influence or abilities/Member in Good standing)
An almost entirely ork gang local to the Redmon Barrens the Crush do make some effort to protect their neighborhood rather then just exploit it collecting protection money and providing some security as well as peddling BTL's to out of towners and locals near touristville. They are a solid second tier gang in seattle. As a member (and damn proud of it) Light Rivers proudly wears their colors.

Clarissa Songbird 2/1 - The closest thing Light Rivers has to a regular fixer Clarissa is the grand daughter of one of Dirty Rivers associates. She is active in the Neo-A scene and manages and part owns a coffee shop in touristville. Occasionally she'll point work Light Rivers way to help him make ends meet and keep him in the loop on Neo-A plans that might benefit from his abilities. She is one of the few people that knows Light Rivers is more then just a neo-tribal ganger.