Hatched and reared in a Saedder-Krupp lab, bred and reared for war, Abaddon is the combat mage of the 22nd century. Created using extensive 'in ovum' genetic engineering he is the product of a black project that also churned out adepts and 'normal' dual natured flying shock troops.

He is either a Saedder-Krupp SINner or corporate property depending on the jurisdiction and is considered an extremely valuable asset. He has spent ten years honing his combat skills in various Desert Wars.

Reared among humans he has always identified more with his human side. He has rejected all that back to nature, woolly minded, hippy crap that his kind might be expected to embrace and has instead adopted a more Teutonic attitude. Might makes right, technology is a magicians true ally and follow the chain of command are his watch phrases.

Beware, the next opportunistic bird of prey you see hovering over the battlefield may be the last thing you ever see....

Name: Abaddon
Race: Shapeshifter, Eagle
Gender: Male

BREAKDOWN (1000 karma)

Core Attributes: 240 karma
Special Attributes: 123 karma
Race:
Active Skills: 227 karma
Knowledge Skills: 12 karma
Positive Qualities: 60 karma
Negative Qualities: -70 karma
Contacts: 12 karma
Resources 119 karma
Spells: 60 karma
Foci: 120 karma
Initiation: 64 karma

(967)

=Attributes=

Body: 5
Agility: 3
Reaction: 3
Strength: 3
Charisma: 6
Intuition: 4
Logic: 4
Willpower: 6
Magic: 6
Edge: 5

Essence: 5.375
Initiative: 7
Initiative Passes: 1
Physical Damage Track: 11
Stun Track: 11

Current Karma: 33
Total Karma: 0
Street Cred: 0
Noteriety: 0
Public Awareness: 0

=Qualities=

Magician
Genetic Heritage: Genewipe
Spirit Pact, Formula
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In Debt, 30.000
Poor Self Control, Compulsive


=Powers=

Shift (Human)
Regeneration
Sapience
Allergy (Silver, Severe)
Enhanced Senses ( Vision Enhancement (2), Vision Magnification)


=Active Skills=

Spellcasting (Manipulation): 6(+2)
Counterspelling (Combat) : 4(+2)
Conjuring Group: 4
Ritual Spellcasting: 3
Assensing: 2
Perception: 2
Enchanting : 2
Arcana: 2
Dodge (Ranged): 2 (+2)
Influence Group: 2
Infiltration Group: 2

=Knowledge Skills=

German: N
English: 2
PK: Mercenary Groups: 2
PK: Arcane Warfare Tactics: 2


=Spells=

Stunbolt
Powerbolt
Heal
Increase - Charisma
Increase - Willpower
Increase - Reflexes
Alleviate Allergy
Deflection
Shape Metal
Control Thoughts
Shapechange
Fashion

=Metamagic=

Centering
Masking
Shielding
Cleansing
Filtering


=Foci=

Power Focus (6)
Centering Focus (4)
Shielding Focus (4)
Masking Focus (4)

=Gear=

Genewipe
Genetic Optimization: CHA + WIL
Datajack, Deltagrade with Skinlink.

Binding Materials (Force 9 x 2)

=Contacts=

Saedder-Krupp Handler (1/5)

The troll known as DangerClose is about twenty years old. He’s not sure exactly how old he is, has no idea what his original name was, and has no recollection of his family since he was born into the chaos and eternal inter-tribal warfare of southern Africa.

He was orphaned when his tribe was attacked by rival warlord, who absorbed the young troll into his army. He grew into his teenage years with a gun in his hand, fighting and killing for the men who’d robbed him of his family then taken him in. At fifteen, he’d grown into a hulking specimen of trollhood, and while he remained illiterate, had developed a knack for the use of the largest, most destructive weapons, and the strength and endurance to carry them all day long. In 2062, the warlord ran afoul of mercenaries hired by a talislegging operation that wanted access to a gold mine on the warlord’s land.

The attack was brutal and almost completely onesided. The mercenaries arrived with air support drones, light armored vehicles, and more guns and rockets than the warlord could possible counter.

DangerClose survived, and was captured by the mercenaries. Unsure what exactly to do with him, they offered him a job. Suddenly without any sort of family or loyalties, he joined up with the mercenary company. They taught him to read, write, speak a dozen languages, and the science of fire support. In the aftermath of Crash 2.0, they got him a SIN, and he became a registered, licensed mercenary.

Over the next ten years, the big troll made a name for himself as a heavy weapons specialist. With fame and success came money, which he poured into augmenting himself into a more effective artillery platform. He crammed his head full of every piece of cyberware that he could find to help him more accurately bring his heavy weapons to bear, and toughened his body to carry heavier weapons and more ammunition to feed them. The rhythmic thumping of his grenade launcher and machinegun became music to the ears of those who fought alongside him. Now, he’s outgrown interfering with minor tribal disputes and is ready for the big leagues of toppling governments, and backing corporate land grabs.

Myles Winslow a.k.a. The Fishman, or Fish (Swoop)
Product Manager, Marine Reagents Line
Male Elf, 6'4" 180 lbs.



Ask Winslow, and he'll tell you that he is a comedian moonlighting as a Talismonger until he makes it big. The executives at Amalgamated Materials see things differently. To them, Myles Winslow is a natural born salesman. Technically, that is correct. Winslow wasn't born the way he is now; he was a victim of Sudden Recessive Genetic Expression. Then again, SURGE is genetic, which means he was born that way. Confused yet? Either way, he is one hell of a salesman!

Winslow has gone through many changes in his life. Around the time Winslow started High School, he first showed evidence of his awakening - Astral Perception. Like other children who show signs of magical ability, he was offered (forced into) additional training. Unfortunately, most children awaken while still in Middle School. Introductory courses aren't taught in High School. Strike two: Winslow had already discovered girls, and wasn't interested in attending classes with 10 year olds. Strike three: Winslow couldn't cast even the simplest spell, and couldn't summon a Watcher Spirit. That, and the fact that he wasn't a very good student (class comedian is more like it) meant that his teachers weren't all that motivated to help him catch up to the others. When Winslow showed some aptitude for enchanting, his Magic Mentor convinced his parents that Winslow should pursue Talismongering as a career. So that's what he did.

Had the teachers paid a little more attention to Winslow, they would have noticed that he was developing into an Adept, not a Magician. Left to his own devices Winslow developed powers that complemented his interest in show business: Nimble Fingers, Linguistics, Kinesics, Voice Control. His interest in girls caused his social skills to develop much faster than his Magical skills (Assensing and Enchanting). His mundane attributes remained average - except for the social attributes, Charisma and Intuition. It was during an audition for Senior Talent Show that a teacher finally noticed his unnatural ability. That's when Winslow finally became a formal student of the Speaker's way. Unfortunately again, by then it was mid-semester, too late to change classes. So Winslow was encouraged to pursue a path of Independent Study. That suited Winslow just fine. Meanwhile, he managed to achieve the minimum skill in Enchanting to pass his Final Exam and graduate.

Winslow wasn't interested in College (according to his transcript, he wasn't college material anyhow). He wanted to get up on stage. His father thought differently. It was either college or a job for Winslow; and either way, it was time for Winslow to leave the nest (i.e. they kicked him out). Winslow knew enough about show business to realize that he could go broke and starve before getting his "break", so he decided to look for a part-time job. After a week of bussing tables at a comedy club (something a drone could do better), Winslow decided to look for a real job. Of course, the only job he might possibly qualify for was Talismongering.

It's true that a good Talismonger can choose where to work; it's also true that a good corporation can choose whom to hire. That leaves mediocre talents to the second tier companies like Amalgamated Materials. Amalgamated was hungry for talent - any talent; Winslow was hired by the Magical Materials Division. Winslow started as an intern, and rotated through all the positions - from gathering to crafting. At the end of two years, his various supervisors got together and concluded that he wasn't very good at any of the positions he held. To the contrary, they decided that a man with his social skills was being wasted in the trenches. Winslow should be in sales. That's how Myles Winslow became a natural born salesman. He became a Marketing intern, and rotated through the various field offices. He developed a facility for Linquistics, learning the local language amazingly quick. Upper management was delighted with his results, and he was put on the fast track. Things were going great for Winslow. Meanwhile, he kept honing his act.

Things changed again for Myles Winslow in 2064. That was the Year of the Comet, and Myles Winslow became a victim of Sudden Recessive Genetic Expression. Winslow was more fortunate than most victims, although he didn't know it at the time. The SURGE was one painful process. Would you believe: one series of painful processes? Multiple series? Very Painful? How about Torture? Torture got Winslow's vote. Even more painful than the SURGE was his peer's reaction to the SURGE. People were no longer laughing at his jokes; they were laughing at him. "Fish man!" That was the nicest thing he was called; and name calling was the mildest reaction he received. You know the SURGE story. Myles Winslow was a typical case - in so much as any case of SURGE could be called typical.

Winslow decided that the best thing to do would be to disappear for a while. He called in sick, and went on an extended camping trip. He had learned a little about wilderness survival during his reagent collection days. He also knew a few places where nobody was likely to chase after him. "Going on retreat" gave Myles the time and the peace to objectively evaluate his situation and come up with a new plan. He spent the time gathering and thinking.

Winslow's plan? "Turn lemons into lemonaide." What else? Winslow decided that instead of being "Fish Man", he would be an "Aquaman", or an "Aquatic Elf". Never mind that there is no such animal. Every one keeps saying that Winslow can sell anything; he would sell people that. He had the necessary webbed hands and feet plus gills. He even had a thin layer of blubber under his skin - like a natural wetsuit. The luminescent hair would be a harder sell; but since, as far as he knew, there were no others like him, who's to say.... The first step in Winslow's plan was to find out if the changes were functional or merely cosmetic. That meant a trip to the lake.

The answer was, YES! Not only could Winslow breathe underwater and swim like a fish; he could keep warm in his "natural wetsuit" (drysuit?), and he could see underwater, too! He had underwater vision. Oh yeah, the hair emitted enough light that he could see in the dark, or in this case, the deep. Winslow decided that Aquatic Elf was more realistic than Aquaman. He could not swim at super speed. Winslow also decided a dive in the ocean was next. But that could wait. He wanted to test his "Aquatic Elf" story out on a live audience.

Winslow returned to the city, and went back to the office. He told his tale to his boss. His boss didn't buy it, but was willing to give Winslow the benefit of the doubt; because Winslow used to be his best performer. He told Winslow that as long as the clients didn't object Winslow could keep his current position at Amalgamated. He even confided that management had been considering a promotion for Winslow prior to the SURGE outbreak. If Winslow could improve on last years results, his boss would go to bat for him and get him that promotion.

When Winslow explained that he wanted a weeks vacation to "swim in the ocean", his boss laughed and told him to get back to work. "You just had a vacation', he said.

Winslow got a little irritated. "Believe me, the SURGE was no vacation". That's when Winslow had his inspiration. He explained about his "gathering retreat", showed his boss what he collected, and hit him with a magical Con job. "I was thinking I could use my new abilities to investigate the feasibility of ocean harvesting of reagents. That would be a new area for Amalgamated. It would open up new markets."
That did it! "What are you waiting for? Go!", his boss said. "Get Janice to cut you an expense voucher. See you in two weeks, and the news better be good."

Current situation: Myles Winslow is getting ready to celebrate the start up of Amalgamated's new Marine Reagents line as the new Product Manager.

> History: At 36, John Singleton Mosby is an ex-CAS military, ex-Combat Inc
> mercenary. He comes from a military family, son of an army corporal, but
> he's never seen himself as becoming another footslogger. His awakening at a
> young age and his son of an NCO status opened up other educational and
> career gateways. He graduated from Fort Worth as an officer, served in the
> Grey Ghosts, fought Aztlan forces numerous time in border skirmishes, then
> quit the army with just a gentle push, deeply unsatisfied with the 'pussy
> footing' in the face of the Aztechnology – a statement expressed loudly in
> public, and not appreciated by all his masters.
>
> He's spent the majority balance of his career in Combat Inc, operating out
> of Macao. Like the military Combat Inc attracted many Orcs in the rank and
> files, a meta-type ideally suited so the military lifestyle, and John's
> blunt speech, aggressive leadership, style and kinship made him popular with
> the troops. He specialised in leading small combat teams on raiding
> missions, often raids behind enemy lines for the biggest consumers of
> military services globally – the chinese warlords.
>
> However, a chance acquisition of an almost complete copy of the Art of War
> from a very early period while engaged in some 'extra circular' activity
> perked a new interest in Mosby. Since then he's been keeping his ear to the
> ground and he has successfully picked up a variety earlier artefacts,
> including some oracle bones that appear to be from a troll, and also from
> 3000 BC, which would overturn people's understanding of history. This has
> piqued both his curiosity and his ambition, and now he works as the
> occasional contractor to Combat Inc, while operating out of Hong Kong as a
> free lance treasure hunter. However, if someone else has found it first,
> well he's not at all averse to taking it off them.

> Appearance: John is tall and muscular, dark green, with no hair, usually
> wearing combat boots and armoured clothes, or potentially a suit on civie
> street. In the field he wears a chameleon suit now he's had to give his
> combat armour back to Combat Inc. He has several bullet and shrapnel scars
> that are only visible when he has his shirt off.