Woohoo! Omen, wolf shaman, at your service:
Sheet
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Attributes (170+40=210BP, inc Magic)
Body 4 (30)
Agility 1 (-)
Reaction 5 (40)
Strength 1 (-)
Charisma 5 (40)
Intuition 2 (10)
Logic 2 (10)
Willpower 5 (40)
Edge 2
Essence 6
Magic 5 (40)
Resonance 0
Initiative 7 (1 initiative pass)
Composure 10 will + cha
Memory 7 will + logic
Gauge intent 7 int + cha
Physical condition monitor 10
Stun condition monitor 11
Positive Qualities (20 BP)
Magician (15, shaman tradition)
Mentor spirit (5 BP, wolf)
Negative Qualities (+20BP)
Addiction alcohol moderate (+10BP)
Wanted (+10BP, Renraku has a $20K bounty on his head – wanted alive)
Spells (30 BP, ie 10 spells)
Analyse Truth
Mind Probe
Trid Phantasm (fetish)
Physical Mask
Improved invisibility
Stunbolt
Slay Spirit (Street Magic p.165)
Heal
Increase Reflexes
Levitate
Active Skills (132 BP)
Dodge 4 (ranged combat +2) (18)
Perception 1 (Visual +2) (6)
Spellcasting 5 (Combat +2) (22)
Counterspelling 5 (Combat +2) (22)
Summoning 4 (16)
Assensing 3 (auras +2) (14)
Con 2 (Fast talk +2) (10)
Etiquette 3 (Street +2) (14)
Ritual casting 1 (Tracking +2) (6)
Pilot Ground vehicle 1 (4)
Knowledge skills (free 12)
Magical Threats 3
Magical Security 2
Yakuza Politics 2
Government Politics 2
Renraku History & Culture 2
English (free)
Japanese 1
Gear & lifestyle (13BP; $65,000, inc lifestyle, plus 3BP bonding)
Evo Cruiser (as Mercury Comet $14,000, plus anti-theft $2,000, personal armour 3 $1,500, runflat tires $1000, morphing licence plate $1,000)
Sustaining focus 3, bonded (3BP), mahogany walking cane with wolf paw handle, inset with black runes ($30,000)
Lined Coat 6/4 (with insulation 4, $1,300)
Armour vest ($600, for more formal occasions)
Sony Emperor commlink (2/3)($700) with Renraku Ichi (2/2) OS $600, Browse 4 $200)
Micro-transceiver 4 ($1,000) with earbud Audio enhancement 3 ($300)
Fake SIN (rating 3, "Hido Eruchi, Paranormal Investigator", $3,000)
2 x certified credsticks ($50)
Contacts (Vision enhancement 3, low light, flare compensation, $525)
Radio signal scanner (rating 6, $150)
2 x plasteel restraints ($100)
Respirator (rating 6, $150)
Medkit (rating 6, $600)
Fetishes (bone bracelet, Trid Phantasm, $100)
Magical Lodge 5 (at his apartment, $2,500)
Lifestyle
low (three months, low end apartment in Redmond, $6,000)
Starting cash: 3d6 x $50.
Contacts (12BP) - see contacts spoiler for more details
Jenni Moontime, bear shaman (Connection 1, Loyalty 3, 4BP)
Officer Lars Gregor, beat cop (Connection 2, Loyalty 2, 4BP)
Sasha, fixer(Connection 3, Loyalty 1, 4BP)
** I've given him tracking spec in ritual casting, per street magic p.29 - hope that's ok? Happy to change.
Contacts
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12BP total on contacts
Jenni Moontime (Connection 1, Loyalty 3, 4BP)
Dwarf female bear shaman. Jenni lives in Bellevue, and has run a successful physical and mental rehabilitation centre for many years. Now 62, she’s about ready to retire and live the good life. Jenni and Ozu dated back in ’64. It didn’t work out, but they share a common group of friends and have dinner occasionally. Jenni has no love for the corps, and has spent the occasional late night patching up half dead runners, Omen included.
Officer Lars Gregor (Connection 2, Loyalty 2, 4BP)
Elf male beat cop. 25 yr old Lars lives in middle-class ‘burbia, walking the beat and negotiating his early career as a Lone Star officer. He’s mindful of his duties, but understands that to keep the law, sometimes you need to bend it. He’s sharp, charismatic, and not adverse to making extra cred for a small favour or two. Lars first met Omen at a university conference on organised crime. The two struck up a friendship and have remained useful acquaintances to each other ever since.
Sasha (Connection 3, Loyalty 1, 4BP)
Human female Seattle fixer. Omen has never met Sasha, but from what he’s knows of her she’s an attractive strawberry blonde female, late twenties, with a UK accent and penchant for exuberant jewellery. Sasha is a professional, a business woman with extensive contacts (legal and otherwise), and a rep to maintain. Omen’s dealings with her have been exclusively by ‘link, meeting with aides when a physical transfer was required. They have an excellent working relationship, but nothing more.
Concept & Vignette
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Concept
Ozu Takagi, aka “Omen�, is a 78 year old human male wolf shaman. Omen’s family was killed in the Chicago bug incident of ’56, transforming the obedient Renraku salaryman into an awakened, fiercely independent street shaman and bug hunter. Omen has dedicated his awakened years to hunting and destroying malignant magical beings: bug spirits, toxic shamans, Aztechnology Blood Mages, Black magic cultists, and so on. On the side, he takes runner jobs, accepting or rejecting work according to his need and curious morals. Wolf communicates to him only indirectly, through signs and portents that old greybeard instinctively understands. He is driven, courageous, loyal, unrelenting, and singularly aware that his final days are upon him. Mechanics wise focus on spellcasting, bit of summoning & ritual, some charisma skills. No firearms, no binding.
Vignette
Omen sat quietly on the busy street corner, as he often did, watching the clouds and the crowd press by. The sights, the noise, the smells. All these things held nuances of meaning, he knew, if only he had the time to unravel them. Pulling his longcoat closer, he shrinks into his white woollen scarf as the Seattle winds kick up, their frosty chill biting into his thin frame. A young female, a human ganger named Whipcord sits beside him, staring into the wind.
“Did you see the Miami Backbreakers in action last night, Rachael?� Omen asks.
“Course I did, smoothie,� the raven haired female replies. “Can’t believe it, but damn, dem NAN Blazers deserved the win. And fraggit greybeard, the name’s Whipcord - awright?�
Omen nods, raising a wizened old hand in apology. “Of course, Whipcord, I’m sorry� he says, a smile creeping across his bearded face. He has brown eyes, olive skin and asian eyes, part Japanese and part something else. “Rachael suits you better though.�
“Oh, whadda you know, ‘Ooomeen’,� the ganger retorts sarcastically.
The old man gives a quiet laugh, stretching his back and tapping at the wet ground with his walking cane, a mahogany piece inset with black runes. “Fair coment,� he concedes, giving the young woman a friendly wink. “But tell me, Whipcord, have you seen the tattooed ork around lately?�
She shakes her head, pulling her biker jacket collar up around her ears. “What, that tusker kid? Hell no. Somebody musta wised him up, ain’t seen him on our turf for a long while.�
The shaman turns away, his smile fading, scanning the crowd as he considers this new information. It is not what he expected. Perhaps I read the clouds wrong? He muses. But what of the trio of silent crows? Surely no accident.
Omen registers the last thought just as Whipcord pipes up in surprise. “Holy drek, Boozer. There’s your tusker now. You want I should take him?�
Looking up, the shaman instantly spots the tattooed ork, resplendent in a black and white leathers, striding the street alone like he owns it. Somehow, the crowd seems to part for him. “No, not today, young one,� Omen replies cautiously. “I want to see where he’s going.�
The old man merges into the crowd, slipping in a few meters behind the tall tusker, and extends his psychic senses. Unfocusing his eyes, the magician's vision blurs for a moment as reality seems to stretch and then snap back into being, the old world replaced by a curious dimension of shadow and light. As the shop fronts and cars mute to grey, the crowd bursts into radiance, their glowing auras a multitude of colours and shades. Blocking out the many and varied emotions shifting by, Omen hones his second sight on the tattooed ork, trying to read his aura. He can feel it hiding. Squirming, flexing, shifting. But it is there. For the briefest moment he sees it, a dark and foreign force, malignant, a cancer of alien spite and hunger. A roach spirit? He cannot be sure.
Gripping his cane more tightly, the old man mentally intones a sacred song, wrapping the power of the astral about him, imbuing his muscles with unnatural speed and agility. He grips his cane tighter, feeling it’s energies flowing, easing the strain, and he looks to the sky as the crowd begins to draw away from him in alarm. Raising his arms, he calls to his ancestors, feeling them respond, flocking from the otherworld to aid him.
"Show yourself, alien!", Omen bellows, as the ork begins to turn...
Background & Appearance
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Background
Ozu Takagi was born in 1992 in California USA, as it then was. He had an ordinary and happy childhood, settling into life as a Renraku employee straight out of corp school. Before long he had a wife and 2 daughters, and was living a comfortable existence in Chicago. He worked as a marketing exec, which by coincidence led to him learning a few secrets Renraku never wants revealed.
The bug incident of 2056 changed everything when his wife and daughters were killed in an attempted evac. A roach spirit named Isabella took them hostage before her hideout was ultimately firebombed by an Ares paramilitary team. Ozu himself was left for dead, but rescued and revived by a NAN child named Becca Owlheart.
Over a course of weeks, Wolf came to Ozu in his dreams, awakening him to his true calling and saving him from a desperate spiral into madness. This initial awakening is the only time Wolf has communicated with him directly - ever since, his totem has provided guidance only through signs and portents. The old man suffers a terrible sadness, but is fortified by hard drinking, his hatred of bugs and his calling to destroy malevolent magical threats, wherever they might be. Upon learning that Ozu was alive, his former corp master issued an immediate black ops bounty on him (wanted: alive).
Ozu adopted the runner handle Omen about 10 years ago. He moved to Seattle following Isabella’s scent and continues his secret search for her in the world’s most notorious ‘plex. He considers it his duty to hunt and destroy all manner of malign spirits and paranormal threats, but pays the bills with typical runner work, mostly arcane support for whatever jobs his flexible morals, and Wolf, permits. His prior Johnsons have largely been individual one offs, but he has also worked for the yaks a few times. Omen keeps a small apartment in Redmond: two and a half bedrooms, lockup garage, nothing fancy. He maintains a small medicine lodge there.
Appearance
Ozu is now 78 years old, and it shows. His tall frame is rail thin and weather beaten, and any muscle and finesse from his youth is long gone. Despite these frailties, his body is resilient and iron-tough, and the old man exhibits an uncanny sixth sense which helps him avoid danger*.
Omen’s almond shaped brown eyes reflect his father’s Japanese heritage. He has his mother’s olive skin and generous smile, framed by a trimmed silver beard streaked with black. He has short, almost buzz cut silver hair. Omen carries an ancient mahogany walking cane, topped with an ivory wolf paw motif and lined with black runes. He typically wears a long white shirt, thick black pants and dark blue longcoat, an old white scarf trailing his neck. He wears a bracelet of petite, yellowed animal bones on his left forearm. Omen smokes old style tobacco leaf from cigarettes he rolls himself. Like many men over 75, he smells of pipe-weed, old spice and hardened liquor.
*this is supposed to help explain his high reaction.