The Sheet:
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Name: Robert Winters
Street Names: Jon Snow
Metatype: Human
Age: 37
Sex: Male
Attributes:
Physical Mental Special Special
Body: 3 Charisma: 3 Edge: 5 Current Edge: 6
Agility: 4 Intuition: 4 Essence: 6 Astral Init: N/a
Reaction: 4 Logic: 3 Initiative: 8 Matrix Init: N/a
Strength: 3 Willpower: 4 M/R: N/a Init Passes: 1
Active Skills
Name Rtg
Athletics GR 2
Blades 3
Clubs 2
Infiltration (Urban) 1(3)
Longarms (Sniper Rifles) 2(4)
Pistols (Semi-Auto) 6(
Unarmed Combat (Escrima) 4(6)
Sweep
Throw
Etiquitte (Legal) 1(3)
Negotiation 4
Disguise 2
Perception 3
Shadowing (Tailing) 1(3)
Armorer 3
Knowledge Skills
Name Rtg
Law (Criminal) 4(6)
UCAS Politics 2
Seattle Syndicates 2
Seattle Gangs 2
KE Tactics 3
Baccarat 2
Languages
Name Rtg
English N
French 3
Japanese 2
Quality Name Physical Damage: 10
Stun Damage: 10
Martial Arts - Escrima (5BP)
+1 Called Shot to Disarm
Blandness (10BP)
Erased (10BP)
Astral Chameleon (5BP)
Guts (5BP)
Outspoken Ganger Prejudice (-10BP)
Signature (-10BP)
SINer (-5BP)
Contact Name Loyalty Connection
Wilson 3/ 4 Information Broker and Fixer, knows Snow only through the Matrix, having never met him in the flesh
Skytale 4/ 3 Hacker, specializing in digital forgeries; operates Flemming's Grocery, a spy shop with a back room for Shadowrunners
Hamish 2/ 4 Gun show vendor with ties to local smuggling groups, has a way of getting hard to find weapons and parts
Street Names: Jon Snow
Metatype: Human
Age: 37
Sex: Male
Attributes:
Physical Mental Special Special
Body: 3 Charisma: 3 Edge: 5 Current Edge: 6
Agility: 4 Intuition: 4 Essence: 6 Astral Init: N/a
Reaction: 4 Logic: 3 Initiative: 8 Matrix Init: N/a
Strength: 3 Willpower: 4 M/R: N/a Init Passes: 1
Active Skills
Name Rtg
Athletics GR 2
Blades 3
Clubs 2
Infiltration (Urban) 1(3)
Longarms (Sniper Rifles) 2(4)
Pistols (Semi-Auto) 6(
Unarmed Combat (Escrima) 4(6)
Sweep
Throw
Etiquitte (Legal) 1(3)
Negotiation 4
Disguise 2
Perception 3
Shadowing (Tailing) 1(3)
Armorer 3
Knowledge Skills
Name Rtg
Law (Criminal) 4(6)
UCAS Politics 2
Seattle Syndicates 2
Seattle Gangs 2
KE Tactics 3
Baccarat 2
Languages
Name Rtg
English N
French 3
Japanese 2
Quality Name Physical Damage: 10
Stun Damage: 10
Martial Arts - Escrima (5BP)
+1 Called Shot to Disarm
Blandness (10BP)
Erased (10BP)
Astral Chameleon (5BP)
Guts (5BP)
Outspoken Ganger Prejudice (-10BP)
Signature (-10BP)
SINer (-5BP)
Contact Name Loyalty Connection
Wilson 3/ 4 Information Broker and Fixer, knows Snow only through the Matrix, having never met him in the flesh
Skytale 4/ 3 Hacker, specializing in digital forgeries; operates Flemming's Grocery, a spy shop with a back room for Shadowrunners
Hamish 2/ 4 Gun show vendor with ties to local smuggling groups, has a way of getting hard to find weapons and parts
Gear List:
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Ranged Weapons
Weapon Damage AP Mode RC Ammo Notes
Savalette Guardian 6P -1 SA/BF* 1 12© Internal Smartlink, Ammo Skip, Electronic Firing, Gas Vent II, Hollowpoints
Yamaha Sakura Fubuki 4P - SA/BF** (-1) 10(ml)x4 Internal Smartlink, Personalized Grip
Walther Secura Kompact 5P -1 SA - 9© Internal Smartlink, Ceramic Components I, Internal Silencer
Streetline Special 4P - SS - 6© -2 to Detect with MAD, never fired
HK PSG Enforcer 7P -3 SA (2) 2x12© Bi-Pod, Imaging Scope (Therm, Vision Magnification), Internal Smartlink, Internal Silencer, Skinlink
*Complex Action
**Only suffers -1RC on second burst of Action Phase
Melee Weapons
Weapon Reach Damage AP
Ceramic Knife - 2P -
Cougar Fineblade - 2P -1
Hardliner Gloves - 3P -
Shock Glove - 5S(e) -half
Extendible Baton 1 3P -
Armor B/I Notes
Synergist Suit Jacket* 3/2 Outfit Item, Concealable Holster
Synergist Slacks 1/1 Outfit Item
Synergist Shirt 1/0 Outfit Item
Forearm Guards 0/1
FFBA Shirt 3/0
Total 8/4
Commlink: Novatech Airware w. Novatech Navi
Response Signal Firewall System
3 3 6 4
Modifications: Skinlink
Programs: FTL Matrixware Power Suite, Enhanced Firewall
Nuyen: 50,000 (Spent: 48651)
Lifestyle: Bellevue Loft tied to Robert Winters SIN (4400/month, 1 month pre-paid)
Comforts: High (4)
Entertainment: Low (2)
Necessities: High (4)
Neighborhood: Low (3)
Security: Middle (3)
Qualities: Quiet Neighborhood, Network Bottleneck, Trigger Happy Landlord
Lifestyle: Coffin Motel (500/month, 3 months pre-paid)
Gear
Concealable Holster (3)
Hidden Gun Arm Slide
Smart-Firing Platform
Spare Clips - Guardian (2)
Spare Clips - Walther (2)
Expendable Area Jammer (Rating 4)
Voice Mask
Scent Masking Cigarette (10)
Operations Cleanup Kit
Armorer Kit
Subvocal Mic
Trodes
Tag Esaser
White Noise Generator (Rating 3)
Certified Credstick (3)
Fake SIN; Jon Snow - UCAS Citizenship (Rating 3)
Fake License: Secura
Face License: C&C
Fake SIN; Tobias White - CAS Citizenship (Rating 3)
Contact Lenses
Low-Light
Flare Compensation
Vision Enhancement (Rating 2)
Smartlink
Sunglasses
Image Link
Skinlink
Earbuds
Select Sound Filter (Rating 1)
Handheld Sensor Package
Cyberware Scanner (Rating 4)
MAD Scanner (Rating 3)
RadioSignal Scanner (Rating 6)
Skinlink
Plastic Restraints (10)
Autopicker (Rating 3)
Disposable Commlink (2)
Ammunition
Hold-Out
Regular Rounds (30)
Light Pistol
Regular Rounds (200)
Gel Rounds (80)
Heavy Pistol
Regular Rounds (120)
Hollowpoint Rounds (50)
Subsonic Rounds (30)
Hi-C Plastic Rounds (10)
Sniper Rifle
Subsonic Rounds (60)
Gel Rounds (60)
The Background:
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Marcus Frost had a privileged upbringing. As the Cheif Executive Officer of a defense contracting firm, his father had the wealth and clout to assure that he had nothing but the finest in education, and in living. His mother was an outspoken activist, and social butterfly. The family had a large estate in Toronto's Forest Hills, an area renowned for housing Toronto's political, business, and social elite; they owned homes, and vacationed regularly in Europe and the Carib League; they, as a family, were hailed as true patrons of Toronto's development. While his parents were not always present in his life, Marcus loved them dearly.
When he was sixteen, however, Marcus' parents were stolen from him. While heading home from a fundraiser, the family Town Car got a flat tire. Rather than simply wait for roadside assistance to look into the problem, as many of his peers would, James Frost decided to take it upon himself to change the tire. With his wife hovering around him, nagging him in good nature, and commenting on his technique (though she had no idea how to change a tire), all seemed well and happy. That was until the sounds of motorcycles erupted into the night. Marcus had been lounging in the back seat, as his father had insisted he could do the job himself. When the pack of engine sounds emerged from the night, he'd perked up. He watched through the rear window of the Town Car as ten motorcycles cut through the mist of the night, and his world took to slow motion. The attack seemed senseless, and brutal, as the Hell's Angels were prone to. The had simply gunned Marcus' parents down, while they were helpless to defend themselves. Like that, his entirely family was stolen from him. Marcus himself escaped the attack, though he took a round in the shoulder. It was only when roadside assistance came to fix their flat, twenty minutes later, that help was called.
Marcus' father left him a very wealthy teenager. He could simply have retreated from life, withdrawn into the family estate never to leave. Instead, Marcus took it upon himself to forge his person into something that would make his parents proud. Through dedication and hard work, he regained full use of an arm doctors thought would never be one hundred percent mobile again; through drive and determination he became not only an honors student, but the top of his classes in his private school. Though he was offered his choice of schools not only within the country, but internationally, Marcus decided to instead enroll in the Toronto branch of the Knight Errant Academy. He wanted to be a defender of people like his parents. He wanted to punish those who preyed on the weak. What he found, however, in the Academy, was that even in one of the most elite policing organizations in the world, few held his ideals. His peers weren't defenders of the people. Instead they were a collection of jocks, glory seekers, grandstanders, and worse. Marcus managed to hold in his growing disgust for two years before quitting the Academy, and taking up a still open offer with the University of Toronto. In five short years he had earned a Masters in Studies in Law, specializing in criminal law. He then embarked upon a firebrand of a career as a criminal prosecutor. His style in the courtroom was methodical, calculating, and viciously subtle. In the years following he was undefeated in the courtroom. He had taken on, and won some of the toughest cases the city had seen, with the Corporate War dredging up a whole deal of the city's seedier side. It was in 2060, however, when the case that would bring about another radical change to Marcus' life, crossed his desk. Marcus had been asked to prosecute Joe Denrocco, a prominent leader in the Sarnia chapter of the Hell's Angels. He had almost turned down the case, given the memories it brought back to him, but he had never been one to let emotion sway professionalism. Instead of throwing the case to another prosecutor, Frost sent out some of his team to do some background investigation. What was uncovered chilled Frost to the core. Denrocco had been leading that chapter of the Hell's Angels for the better part of two decades, and it had been members of that very chapter, including Denrocco himself, that had gunned down Marcus' parents. Some would have taken the case in order to bring justice to the man who destroyed their family, some would take the higher ground, and turn it down citing personal conflict. Marcus took the case for another reason entirely. In jury selection Marcus made what courtroom analysts would later speculate as several key mistakes, letting in jurors who would be sympathetic to the man he was trying to put behind bars; in court he neglected to bring forth key evidence, and cross examine witnesses thoroughly enough; when Mr. Denrocco took the stand, it seemed he froze up, and he declined a cross examination. Despite mountains of evidence against him, Joe Denrocco was cleared of all charges.
Frost hadn't frozen up in court, however, he hadn't made any mistakes. No, everything was according to his own plan. He had thrown the case, and along with it his sucess driven career, on purpose.
That very night, at a bar just off of the old 401, Joe Denrocco and his boys were celebrating his beating the system in true Hell's Angel fasion. Plenty of booze, women, and drugs. They'd taken over a roadside strip joint, and were living it up, when a solitary figure in black leathers entered the club. Bypassing everyone else, the figure simply walked up to the booth where Joe Denrocco was "entertaining" a pair of young dancers, and reached under his long coat to draw out a garden variet Uzi. It was not before unloading an entire clip into Denrocco's chest and face that the man had released the trigger. Upon the ruins of the former Hell's Angel, the solitary man dropped a business card with the phrase 'Winter is coming." upon it, and calmly turned to walk out of the club. In their inebriated state, none of the Angels even realized until it was too late what had happened. By then, Marcus Frost was gone, forever.
Frost had already laid the plans to fake his own demise. Having chartered a private jet which had departed three hours before from Pearson International, and which had crashed into the Atlantic Ocean about the same time he had entered the bar, as a small explosive in the cargo compartment had gone off. He had already established himself a one shot identity to travel from Toronto to the Seattle Metroplex under, and had filtered enough of his assets into offshore accounts to establish himself there. Marcus Frost was dead, the life he knew left behind.
The man known in the shadows of Seattle as Jon Snow exists as three persons.
Snow himself is a non-entity. He possess a valid UCAS SIN, complete with drivers' license and various permits. However, attempts to delve any further, or to find anything dirty about him, tend to come up dry. The identity is completely clean, and has a way of staying that way. It is under this name that the Frost conducts his shadow business. While his other primary identity is traveling abroad, Snow is active. He conducts work for the highest bidder, freelancing in murder; subtle or not.
Robert Winters is a wealthy businessman, and owner of a small but lucrative import/export firm. He posses another valid UCAS SIN, driver's licence, and various permits. Winters is fairly well know on the Seattle social circuit, and is never known to be without a woman on his arm. Though he is with many women, none are more than fleeting paramours, for Winters likes to keep his options open. Winters often travels abroad, through chartered private jets. He enjoys a condo in Bellvue, and regular limo service.
Tobias White is a laborer working construction in the Pallyup district of Seattle. He is a CAS citizen, here in Seattle on a temporary work visa. White is Snow's last resort identity, and one which will be destroyed and replaced when the visa expires.
In truth, Snow only runs the shadows for a challenge these days, and to maintain a lifestyle he has grown used to. With the looming threat of both the law, and revenge from Denrocco's associates above his head, Snow cannot re-invent himself safely as a lawyer just yet. With the death of Marcus Frost, Snow left behind a near billion dollar set of assets, and he is well aware of how everything passes with time.
When he was sixteen, however, Marcus' parents were stolen from him. While heading home from a fundraiser, the family Town Car got a flat tire. Rather than simply wait for roadside assistance to look into the problem, as many of his peers would, James Frost decided to take it upon himself to change the tire. With his wife hovering around him, nagging him in good nature, and commenting on his technique (though she had no idea how to change a tire), all seemed well and happy. That was until the sounds of motorcycles erupted into the night. Marcus had been lounging in the back seat, as his father had insisted he could do the job himself. When the pack of engine sounds emerged from the night, he'd perked up. He watched through the rear window of the Town Car as ten motorcycles cut through the mist of the night, and his world took to slow motion. The attack seemed senseless, and brutal, as the Hell's Angels were prone to. The had simply gunned Marcus' parents down, while they were helpless to defend themselves. Like that, his entirely family was stolen from him. Marcus himself escaped the attack, though he took a round in the shoulder. It was only when roadside assistance came to fix their flat, twenty minutes later, that help was called.
Marcus' father left him a very wealthy teenager. He could simply have retreated from life, withdrawn into the family estate never to leave. Instead, Marcus took it upon himself to forge his person into something that would make his parents proud. Through dedication and hard work, he regained full use of an arm doctors thought would never be one hundred percent mobile again; through drive and determination he became not only an honors student, but the top of his classes in his private school. Though he was offered his choice of schools not only within the country, but internationally, Marcus decided to instead enroll in the Toronto branch of the Knight Errant Academy. He wanted to be a defender of people like his parents. He wanted to punish those who preyed on the weak. What he found, however, in the Academy, was that even in one of the most elite policing organizations in the world, few held his ideals. His peers weren't defenders of the people. Instead they were a collection of jocks, glory seekers, grandstanders, and worse. Marcus managed to hold in his growing disgust for two years before quitting the Academy, and taking up a still open offer with the University of Toronto. In five short years he had earned a Masters in Studies in Law, specializing in criminal law. He then embarked upon a firebrand of a career as a criminal prosecutor. His style in the courtroom was methodical, calculating, and viciously subtle. In the years following he was undefeated in the courtroom. He had taken on, and won some of the toughest cases the city had seen, with the Corporate War dredging up a whole deal of the city's seedier side. It was in 2060, however, when the case that would bring about another radical change to Marcus' life, crossed his desk. Marcus had been asked to prosecute Joe Denrocco, a prominent leader in the Sarnia chapter of the Hell's Angels. He had almost turned down the case, given the memories it brought back to him, but he had never been one to let emotion sway professionalism. Instead of throwing the case to another prosecutor, Frost sent out some of his team to do some background investigation. What was uncovered chilled Frost to the core. Denrocco had been leading that chapter of the Hell's Angels for the better part of two decades, and it had been members of that very chapter, including Denrocco himself, that had gunned down Marcus' parents. Some would have taken the case in order to bring justice to the man who destroyed their family, some would take the higher ground, and turn it down citing personal conflict. Marcus took the case for another reason entirely. In jury selection Marcus made what courtroom analysts would later speculate as several key mistakes, letting in jurors who would be sympathetic to the man he was trying to put behind bars; in court he neglected to bring forth key evidence, and cross examine witnesses thoroughly enough; when Mr. Denrocco took the stand, it seemed he froze up, and he declined a cross examination. Despite mountains of evidence against him, Joe Denrocco was cleared of all charges.
Frost hadn't frozen up in court, however, he hadn't made any mistakes. No, everything was according to his own plan. He had thrown the case, and along with it his sucess driven career, on purpose.
That very night, at a bar just off of the old 401, Joe Denrocco and his boys were celebrating his beating the system in true Hell's Angel fasion. Plenty of booze, women, and drugs. They'd taken over a roadside strip joint, and were living it up, when a solitary figure in black leathers entered the club. Bypassing everyone else, the figure simply walked up to the booth where Joe Denrocco was "entertaining" a pair of young dancers, and reached under his long coat to draw out a garden variet Uzi. It was not before unloading an entire clip into Denrocco's chest and face that the man had released the trigger. Upon the ruins of the former Hell's Angel, the solitary man dropped a business card with the phrase 'Winter is coming." upon it, and calmly turned to walk out of the club. In their inebriated state, none of the Angels even realized until it was too late what had happened. By then, Marcus Frost was gone, forever.
Frost had already laid the plans to fake his own demise. Having chartered a private jet which had departed three hours before from Pearson International, and which had crashed into the Atlantic Ocean about the same time he had entered the bar, as a small explosive in the cargo compartment had gone off. He had already established himself a one shot identity to travel from Toronto to the Seattle Metroplex under, and had filtered enough of his assets into offshore accounts to establish himself there. Marcus Frost was dead, the life he knew left behind.
The man known in the shadows of Seattle as Jon Snow exists as three persons.
Snow himself is a non-entity. He possess a valid UCAS SIN, complete with drivers' license and various permits. However, attempts to delve any further, or to find anything dirty about him, tend to come up dry. The identity is completely clean, and has a way of staying that way. It is under this name that the Frost conducts his shadow business. While his other primary identity is traveling abroad, Snow is active. He conducts work for the highest bidder, freelancing in murder; subtle or not.
Robert Winters is a wealthy businessman, and owner of a small but lucrative import/export firm. He posses another valid UCAS SIN, driver's licence, and various permits. Winters is fairly well know on the Seattle social circuit, and is never known to be without a woman on his arm. Though he is with many women, none are more than fleeting paramours, for Winters likes to keep his options open. Winters often travels abroad, through chartered private jets. He enjoys a condo in Bellvue, and regular limo service.
Tobias White is a laborer working construction in the Pallyup district of Seattle. He is a CAS citizen, here in Seattle on a temporary work visa. White is Snow's last resort identity, and one which will be destroyed and replaced when the visa expires.
In truth, Snow only runs the shadows for a challenge these days, and to maintain a lifestyle he has grown used to. With the looming threat of both the law, and revenge from Denrocco's associates above his head, Snow cannot re-invent himself safely as a lawyer just yet. With the death of Marcus Frost, Snow left behind a near billion dollar set of assets, and he is well aware of how everything passes with time.
Question, comments, concerns and death threats are welcome.
