Feral is a teenage orc of about 14 years. His nubian heritage is obvious in his pitch black skin and his black curly hair which he wears braided in corn rows.
Standing about about 1,90m tall, he is slim and not very muscular for an ork.
His eyes sparkle in a wolf-like golden color and he is surrounded by an aura of self-confidence and strength.
Clad in steel-toed combat boots, a ragged pair of jeans and a battered black leather jacket, Feral bears the signs of the street. Scars and old wounds are visible on the teenager, and it seems that conflict is nothing new for him, despite his young age.
Around his neck is a necklace he never takes off. It is a small silver coin engraved with tribal patterns which form the silhouette of a wolf. This necklace is his most prized possession and he doesn't let anyone touch it.
On his right hip a holster can be seen, containing a modified Ares Viper Slivergun made of black steel, with ivory grip casings engraved with running wolves. Feral sometimes jokingly calls it the "Wolfclaw". He uses it mainly for intimidation and to distract from fact that he's a spellslinger. In actual combat he mostly relies on his magic.

There are two very different sides of Feral. His basic instinct is to be kind and good natured, but the life on the streets changed him. Depending on his mood he can either be nice and friendly or hardened, cold and violent.
Deep inside he is a romantic and what he wants most in life is to find true genuine love. But he doesn't even admit that to himself. He needed to present on a tough-guy attitude to show others he can't be pushed around and over time that attitude deeply imprinted itself on him.
To his "pack", which includes everyone he sees as family or friend, he is fiercely loyal and will protect them no matter what.
If he is challenged or he or his pack are threatened, he becomes determined and violent. Once a fight starts he shows no mercy and will not retreat until the last of the enemies is down.

Asim is an orkish child of refugees from Egypt, of nubian descent, who came to Seattle for a better life, but found only a miserable existance as squatters.
His pitch black skin and oriental features make him look exotic although he has never seen his parents homeland and is a pure Loveland streetkid.
His first few years were relatively sheltered. His parents, while disillusionized and broken, loved him and wanted him to grow up untouched from the violence of the gangs that dominated the streets. But one night, Asim was ten years old at the time, his parents, being out on the streets scavenging for food, were caught in a Lone Star raid on gang turf.
The Star, on a campaign to prove that they had the situation in Loveland under control, brought out the big guns and eradicated large parts of various gangs that night.
His father was immediatley shot down in the crossfire and his mother was heavily wounded. She managed to drag herself home, but died in Asims arms from her injuries. Her last words told him who was to blame for their death. The system in which his parents had put all their hope had rejected them, condemning them to a life on the streets in constant poverty, fear and pain. Now it had killed them, not making a difference between the real criminals and poor honest people who were just trying to survive.
Of course Asim didn’t realize these thoughts so clearly at the time, being a young boy of ten years. But the seeds were planted and Asim slowly began to despise “the rich people” outside of Loveland, for what he perceived as their arrogant and judgemental view of the “street scum”.
Following their deaths he had a tough time surviving because he was unusually scrawny for ork standards, barely bigger than a regular human. He ran with a band of other street kids, stealing, begging and doing everything they had to to survive. Asim lacked the talent for such activities and in the beginning he had problems fitting in.
But quickly he realized, what he lacked in physical skills he made up with a far greater talent.
Magic awakened in him, and in the beginning, he was scared. He didn’t understand his ne powers and couldn’t control them.
Until Wolf appeared in his dreams. Wolf wasn’t very kind. He wasn’t very patient either. But he was strong. And under his guidance Asim became strong too. His talents developed and so did his control over them. In fact, if an experienced mage had assensed the boy he would have been surprised by the strength of the young ork’s magic.
Under Wolfs guidance the slim ork became a strong-willed and fierce individual, ready to defend himself and his “pack” of street kids.
The other kids started to tread him with a high level of respect and even fear. They gave him him the name “Feral” now, because Asim had changed after learning of his power, both on the outside and on the inside. His eyes had turned yellow like those of a real wolf, and a dangerous fire burned in them. Though he was still scrawny for an ork, he now had an air of strength around him and moved with the determination of a predator.
When he used his talent his eyes started to glow in a golden light and his face briefly seemed to to turn into that of a snarling wolf.
But his powers also brought fear and envy upon the young ork. Word of a strong new wizkid spread quickly through the streets, and bigger sharks took notice. For a few years though the pack of street kids thrived. They gained members and expand their turf. They gave themselves a name, the “Black Tigers”, and started to feel like a real gang.
Unfortunatly a gang in the vicinity, the “Night Rippers” began to see the Black Tigers as potential thread and were determined to crush them while they were still small.
The Black Tigers fought desperately and Feral was in the front rows. He learned to fight, learned to hate, learned to kill on the blood-soaked streets of Loveland. Wolf relished the fight and Feral realized that fighting was his destination. The sense his life had always lacked. He was one of Wolf’s pack, a mystic warrior, using his powers to defend his friends and comrades.
They fought for weeks. It was closer than anyone would have thought in the beginning, but the Black Tigers, who consisted mainly of kids and teenagers, could ultimately not resist the Night Ripper’s strength. They were wiped out, the few survivors scattering and finding hiding places.
Feral was among the survivors. He was alone again. But it was different from the time after his parents died. He knew know. About himself and about Wolf. About what he could do and what he wanted to do.

Find a pack. Hunt again.

1. Where does your character come from, what is his lineage, who were his parents, and what did he inherit from them?

Feral’s parens come from Egypt, they were refugees looking for a better life in the UCAS. He inherited his nubian looks from them, the pitch-black skin, the black hair and the african features.

2. Assuming they can speak, what would each of your character's parents say about him?

His mother would be sad that he is now involved with the gangs, living the life of violence she always tried to shield him from.

His Father would be proud that his scrawny little boy has become a confident strong-willed character who doesn’t let himself get pushed around.

3. Pick a few events from the rescent Shadowrun history and ask where the character was at the time, what does he remember about the event, and what was he doing at the time?

Living in the gutters, Feral has no idea what is going own in the world and he really doesn’t care about it. Those events do not influence his life in the least most of the time.
He has heard about the upcoming transition from Lone Star to Knight Errant but he is indifferent about it in general. Cops are cops, they are all the same. He is wary though because he fears that Knight Errant will try to show quick results and crack down hard on the gangs.

4. How did your Character get into gang life and why did he take the path?

After his parents died he had no ther choice but to live on the streets. And the only way to survive on the streets is with the gangs. It’s the only life he knows.

5. What is your character living space like, and what has he added or changed to make it his own?

Can’t answer that without knowing more about the Loveland Dozen.

6. What does your character believe in, what are her convictions (if any), and why does he hold them?

Feral believes in loyalty to family, friends and comrades. Without your pack you’re nothing.
He also believes in strength. You must be strong to bend your life to your will. Without strength you will just be a pawn, whose life is ruled by outside forces.
He holds those believes because Wolf taught them to him.

7. What do you dislike most about your character's personality?

Feral can have a violent streak. Once a fight starts he seldom stops unless all enemies are down. His personality is strange mix, sometimes he is kind and good-natured, and other times he is violent and angry.

8. Which of the Big Ten does your character hold in the higest regard, and which does he dislike the most?

Feral doesn’t know much about the Big Ten and doesn’t care about them at all. They are all from another world and he dislikes them all on a general level.

9. What is the story with character and his contacts?

Since his old gang was wiped out, Feral doesn’t have any contacts outside the Loveland Dozen.

10. It's Sunday morning, and your character has no commitments until tomorrow afternoon. What does she do for the day?

With nothing serious pending, Feral will often concentrate on his magic and try to find new ways to use it and to understand more about it.
If he gets his hands on magical publications he’ll study a bit magic theory but since he lacks a formal education he often can’t make much of it.
Feral like to hang with friends and is always up for a game of pool.

11. How did your character learn her skills, and how did she develop them to those levels?

Feral learnt almost all his magic though the guidance by his mentor Wolf. He picked up a little by reading everyting about magic that he could get his hands on, even if he didn't understand a lot of it.

12.What is your character’s moral limit?

Feral has been hardened on the streets. He does not hesitate to kill if necessary to protect his pack or their turf. Though he mostly doesn’t start fights, he relishes them and once the fighting starts he’s going to finish it, hardly ever leaving a fight while there are still enemies standing.

13. What drew your character to their particular paradigm, how does it effect the way he views the world and his magic, how does it translate into the choice of mentor spirt, and how does it affecte the appereance of the spirits he conjures?

Feral did not choose his mentor. Wolf chose him because he saw something special inside the young ork. Wolf taught Feral that the world is filled with mystical beings and that some people have the inner strength to call them and ask them for help.
Due to his mentor, Feral prefers to call on beast spirits which often appear in the form of a large wolf. He sees the spirits as members of his mentors pack, come to help him.


14. How did your character come to have the enhancements he has, how were they paid for, and what motivated the choice he made?

Feral is all natural.

15. What does your characte think of ordinary life, mainstream culture, and those who abide by it?

He is mostly angry at the “normal” people, because they don’t realize what an easy life they have. They complain about their insignificant problems but they don’t know how it is to life on streets, without knowing where the next bit to eat is going to come from or where you’re going to sleep tonight.

16. If your character had a lingering nightmare, or a deep-rooted fear, what woudl it be, and why does he find it so terrifying?

Feral sometimes relives the slaughtering of his old pack, the Black Tigers, in his nightmares. His worst fear is to lose his new pack without being able to pretect them. He finds it terrifying because he already lost everyone he loved twice, first when his parents died and then when the Tigers got wiped out. He doesn’t want to feel that way again.

17. What is your character's 'sacred object' or 'close one', and how did they come to be so important to him?

Feral has a necklace, a small silver coin engraved with tribal patterns that form the silhouette of a wolf. This necklace is actually a magic focus. He got it from Kiina, a wizkid from his old gang, the Black Tigers. When she died in his arms, after a particularly gruesome battle with the Night Rippers, she gave it to him with her last breath.
The necklace is his most prized belonging, both for the memories it contains and the magical power it offers.

18. What did your character want to become when he was a child, and what are his goals?

As a little boy Feral wanted to be a farmer, because that was his fathers job in Egypt and he told his son a lot about the the beauty of nature and the joy of those who live in tune with it. Feral dreamt of having his own piece of land and living of his own hands' work. Of course he has never been outside the city so he doesn't really know anything about nature other than what his father told him.
The years on the streets however have steadily ground away that dream, and there is no more room for dreams now, just for survival.

19. What does your character look like, what inspired his choices?

Feral is a teenage orc of about 14 years. His nubian heritage is obvious in his pitch black skin and his black curly hair which he wears braided in corn rows.
Standing about about 6'1" tall, he is slim and not very muscular for an ork.
His eyes sparkle in a wolf-like golden color and he is surrounded by an aura of self-confidence and strength.

He choose to wear his hair in corn rows because that way it doesn’t get in his way when fighting. He doesn’t pick his clothes for style (who can afford to in Loveland?) but for practicality. He likes to project a rough-guy appearance to keep others from messing with him.
He wears steel-toed combat boots because they are sturdy enough to withstand the shards of glass, the jagged rocks and all the other stuff a street ganger has to walk through every day.
His heavy black armored leather jacket has saved his life more than once and he never leaves home without it.

20. How did your character come to be known by his street name?

He got the Name Feral due to his strong shamanic mask that shows when he casts a spell. His eys starts to glow in a bright golden light and his features seem to turn briefly into those of a ferocious wolf.

Name: Feral / Asim

Metatype : Ork (20 BP)

Attributes (150 BP)
Body: 5 (10 BP)
Agility: 3 (20 BP)
Reaction: 3 (20 BP)
Strength: 3 ( 0 BP)
Charisma: 4 (30 BP)
Intuition: 3 (20 BP)
Logic: 2 (10 BP)
Willpower: 5 (40 BP)

Special Attributes (40 BP)
Edge: 1 ( 0 BP)
Magic: 5 (40 BP)
Initiative: 6
Essence: 6

Game Info:
Armor: 12/10
Physical Damage Track: 11 boxes
Stun Damage Track: 11 Boxes
Total Karma: 0
Karma Spent: 0

Positive Qualities (30 BP)
Magician (15 BP)
Mentor Spirit (Wolf) (5 BP)
Focused Concentration 1 (10 BP)

Negative Qualities (+35 BP)
Very obvious Shamanic Mask (+10 BP) [When he casts a spell or summons a spirit his golden eyes glow in a bright light and his face features seem to change into those of a wolf, which means even the most mundane can see he's doing something supernatural when they see him casting]
Prejudiced (Outspoken / Government Officials) (+10 BP) [The government didn't accept his parents when they came to the UCAS and therefore forced them to live as SINless squatters. Then they were killed in a Lone Star raid, and since Lone Star is working for the government, in Ferals mind they were killed by the government. Due to these factors Feral is prejudiced against all who officially work for the government, believing them all to be arrogant selfish people who don't care about the poor.]
Severe Allergy (Gold) (+15 BP)

Active Skills (62 BP)
Spellcasting : 5 (20 BP)
Counterspelling : 1 (4 BP)
Assensing : 1 (4 BP)
Summoning : 1 (4 BP)
Binding : 1 (4 BP)
Dodge: 1 (4 BP)
Pistol (Semi-Automatics): 2 (+2) (10 BP)
Perception : 1 (4 BP)
Infiltration: 1 (4 BP)
Intimidation : 1 (4 BP)

Knowledge Skills (15 free points)
Seattle Street Gangs 3
Seattle Crime Syndicates 2
Country Rock / Southern Rock 1
Magic Theory 3
Paranormal Creatures 1

English M
(Egyptian) Arabic 3
Or'Zet 2

Spells (24 BP)
Levitate
Improved Invisibility
Influence
Increase Reflexes
Stunbolt
Stunball
Manabolt
Powerball

Gear (8 BP = 40.000 Nuyen)

Weapons: 1730
Ares Viper Slivergun (500)
Accessories: Laser Sight (Top Mount) (100), Concealed Holster (75)
Mods: Personalized Grip (100), Underbarrel Weight (75), Powered Folding Stock (100), Custom Look 1 (100), Skinlink (50)
Ammunition: 2 clips flechette (610)

Knife (20)

Vehicle: 3000
Dodge Scooter (3000)

Armor: 4650
Form Fitting Body Armor (Shirt) (500) + Nonconductivity 6 (1200) + Fire Resistance 6 (600) + Insulation 6 (900)
Armor Jacket (900)
PPP Systems: Leg and Arm Casings (350) (usually only Leg Casings worn), Forearm Guards (200), Shin Guards (150), Vitals Protector (200)

SIN + Licenses: 2400
Fake SIN Rating 2 (2000) “Alexander Derring”
Fake License (Power Focus) Rating 2 (200)
Fake License (Ares Viper Slivergun) Rating 2 (200)

Glasses/Earbuds: 910
Glasses Rating 3 with Image Link, Vision Enhancement 3, Vision Magnification, Skinlink (550)
Earbuds Rating 1 with Audio Enhancement 3, Skinlink (360)

Magical Equipment: 26500
Magical Lodge Rating 3 (1500)
Power Focus Rating 1 (25000)

Commlink: 600
CMT Clip (300) + Vector Xim (200) + Skinlink (50) + Subvocal Microphone (50)

Misc Equipment: 200
Gas Mask (200)

= 39990 Nuyen total

Focus Binding (1 BP)
Binding the Force 1 Power Focus (1 BP)

Human 5'10" white, brown eyes, short brown hair, average build. 36 years old.
background:

Game Info:

Qualities(+10bp):

attributes(150bp):

edge 4 (20bp)

Active skills(112bp)

knowledge skills(15 free):

Contacts(16bp):

Ware( 40,150 / 9bp):

Gear(18,610/3bp):

extra money(3,130)

Basics
Metatype Human (BP0)
Sex Female
DOB 2055

Attributes (BP200)
Body 2
Agility 4
Reaction 3
Strength 2
Charisma 3
Intuition 4
Logic 3
Willpower 2
Edge 3
Magic/Res 5
Initiative 7
Essence 6

Skills (BP112)
Athletics Group 2
Blades 3 Knives (2)
Computer 2 Commlink (2)
Pistols 1
Con 2
Etiquette 1
Stealth Group 3
Throwing weapons 2 Knives (2)
Perception 3

Knowledge
Orzet 1
Spanish 1
Cityspeak 2
Seattle gangs 2
Police practices 2
Local mob activities 1
Matrix game sites 4
Matrix rumours 3
SCIRE layout 2
Orc underground 3

Qualities (BP-25)
Adept 5
Mild matrix adiction -5
Mild Flashbacks -5
Mild phobia (obvious ware/drones) -5
SINer -5
Dependants -5
Childhood -5

Adept Powers
Enhanced Perception 2
Flexibility 1
Freefall 1
Great Leap 2
Improved Ability - Infiltration 2
Improved Ability - Gymnastics 2
Improved Attribute Body 1
Improved Sense Lowlight & Direction Sense
Missile Mastery
Power Throw 2

Resources 10,000 ¥



Contacts Loyalty Connection
Old Man (Snake Shaman) 4 3
Col (Fixer and small time hood) 1 3

Hi, my name is Miranda, although I’ve not been called that in a very long time. I go by Scratch now, something that was landed on me but it kinda suits, but more on that in a minute.
I’m about average height I guess, and people have told me I’m pretty. Down here that’s perhaps more or a curse than a blessing but so far nobody who has tried to jump me has left with any sort of dignity attached. As you can see I’ve got long dark hair and green eyes, those I get from my Dad...I can barely remember him now. I wasn’t always this thin, but I’ve been sick and life here isn’t exactly easy. But I’m not complaining really, life in the Dozen could be worse and I’ve got Summer to look after, and she looks after me. The boys are alright and they know when to keep their distance.

I suppose the obvious place that my story starts is when I was five in the SCIRE. I was probably a model corp brat, I know my parents were proud of me, but that all went to shit when the arcology went mad. I don’t really want to talk about that time, let’s just say it has left its scars and things I will never forget. I grew up fast, too fast but I like to think I’m not as messed up as I might have been had I not been taken in by the Resistance.

I was eight when the army finally got off its collective arse and stormed the arcology. Renraku certainly hadn’t done anything so I suppose we were happy that anyone was taking notice of our plight. One of the resistance helped a few of us kids to slip past the fighting and make our way in to the Underground where I met Ma and she took a couple of us in. It wasn’t completely altruistic on her part, we worked for our keep but I got along well with her and her son Col and I don’t doubt that I was very lucky not to have ended up as meat on the street.

Things soured a bit when I was twelve though as Col began to take an unhealthy interest in me and I wasn’t even remotely ready for that sort of thing. I took off in to the Sprawl and spent my time living hand to mouth and most of that riding around on the plex busses and liberating the unsuspecting from their hard earned cash.

It was pretty bloody bleak for a while and there were moments when I despaired of ever getting off the streets and then my luck shone again, or someone up there smiled on me, and the Old Man found me. Gods knows who he is, I certainly don’t, and normally if I’d been approached by some old Rasta I would have stuck a shiv in him but He is different.

As far as I can tell he Talks to Snake but he’s not exactly open about himself. I know that he’s helped other kids in the past and it was him who found Summer and brought her to me. He appears when and where he wants and buggers off again as readily, but never without offering some sage advice and a clip round the ear if I’m not learning fast enough.

It was him who taught me about my Gift and made me realise its potential. I’m not sure he approves of some of the uses I’ve put it to but I’m a survivor and I’ll do what it takes to protect myself and Summer. I guess my skills come from a mix of his teaching and my slightly disjointed but well intended upbringing in the Underground from Ma and her friends.

Talking of Summer, I’ve not really told you anything about her yet have I? I guess she’s the main reason I’m here now as she’s given me something more to live for than just myself. The Old Man probably knew that’s what I needed to keep from going off the deep end. She’s an odd kid, often talking to herself and not always completely focussed on the world, but for all that she’s a demon on the VR games and can find just about any bit of obscure info on the ‘trix. I resented the babysitting task at first but she won me round with her odd charm and her need for me to look after her.

I hooked up with the Dozen just over six months ago now, before everything went to drek there too…if I was superstitious I might think that the good luck in my life has been balanced by the disasters that seem to follow me around, now I’m beginning to sound like the Old Man with his talk of balance and consequences...anyway, the gang offered a chance for somewhere safe for me and Summer to stay, once I’d made it clear that I wasn’t going to sleep with any of them. Things got off to a rocky start when the Boss tried it on and I cut him up a bit. Rather than get revenge on the puny girl he just laughed it off and said I should be called Scratch ‘cause of my claws and it’s just stuck…

Summer and I have a corner doss which provides us with power and even occasionally has hot running water. We try and keep it tidy with enough stuff packed so that we can move on in a hurry if need be…it’s happened before. We’ve not got many nuyen to splash around but it’s fairly comfortable.

We’re doing ok for the moment and I try not to dwell too much on what the future holds, taking each day at a time leaves less room for disappointments. Recently though I’ve been yearning for something else other than reaching the next level on whatever VR game I’m playing and living hand to mouth. I don’t know what it is yet but it bears more consideration.

Jacob Graham grew up in the Loveland area. His SINless parents owned a small bar, there, and were well liked and respected by the locals, and often did what they could to help out the regulars. When Jacob was young, however, his parents were both killed when two rival gangs broke the unspoken peace that the Graham's bar had come to represent. Jacob was present, but was a young boy, and was unable to do anything to save his parents after the violence ended and both gangs fled the scene.

With no where else to go, and no SIN to put him in the system, Jacob bounced around among some friends of the family - crashing where he could, but never putting down roots. Those who knew him before his parent's death remembered him as a happy outspoken child - but those who knew him now saw a withdrawn humorless boy. His friends gave him the nickname "Grim" (a play on his last name), which fit and has stuck with him, even today.

Like most youths of the area, Grim was pulled into the gang culture. He wasn't physically impressive enough to stand out or rise to the top, nor was he good at networking and climbing the social ladder - but he was clever, and that got him some attention. After some of his buddies got shot up, over something stupid they had done, Grim had the opportunity to try his hand at removing the bullets from those who had come back alive - and found he was surprisingly good at it. The medkit had done most of the work, and the scar left over would have made a proper street-doc wince, but he had saved a couple of lives that day, and Grim felt better than he had in years.

Since then, he has devoted himself to teaching himself what he can about first-aid and medicine. A lot of people who know him suspect that his drive to excel at this comes from being unable to do anything to save his parents when gang violence had ended their lives. He has pie-in-the-sky dreams about someday making it out of Loveland and getting a proper education and becoming a proper doctor, but he is smart enough to realize that will probably never happen. He doesn't have the education, training, or equipment expected of most unlicensed street-docs - all he has is a couple of years of experience patching up people who usually die anyway, and a few hundred hours of sim training pirated off of the matrix. Despite that, his reputation has grown around the Loveland area - not as a lifesaving miracle-worker, but as a ganger who has, somehow, saved more lives than he has taken. Of course, to a lot of people, that sort of reputation would make one look weak - so Grim has had it far from easy.

These days, Grim rolls with the Loveland Dozen, having come to recognize the necessity of having a gang at your back - and having found himself in need a new friends a year or so ago (despite his best efforts). He has gotten his hands on a beaten up RV, that can navigate the major roads of the Loveland area (despite their disrepair), and which has been painted (poorly) white, with a blood-red cross on either side. The iconic vehicle is recognized by a lot of the locals, and harassed less-often than usual. Grim has filled the thing with medical supplies - either stolen, or purchased from a few medical contacts Grim has made.

(300 / 300)

Metatype (0)


Attributes (130BP)


Special Attributes (40)


Positive Qualities (10)


Negative Qualities (0)


- Contacts (10)


Skills (80)


Knowledge: (21/21 free)


Gear (30 BP= 141,060/150,000)

Còsimo de'Ferrara was originally born Còsimo Blacktalon to Leanna Blacktalon, a human-looking Ork resident of Sidhe country. His father had only come into the country just long enough to impregnate his mother and split, leaving behind only his first name. His mother never spoke of the man, and attempted to raise him and his 3 siblings alone. However, Còsimo was quite the difficult child, at odds with everything in that rural life, and, by the age of 10 (about 15 for an Ork) he ran away to Seattle to possibly seek out his father and a life in the city.

He arrived first in the southern reaches of Puyallup, an unfamiliar place called Loveland. While there, he hooked up with various youth gangs and learned to forage, steal and rob to get by. He was a fairly slick thief, and good enough with a bat to distinguish himself. In fact, he got a reputation as being completely fearless in a fight, throwing himself bodily at larger and more numerous opponents. The strange sort of respect some rivals afforded him for this unwavering tenacity probably saved him from what could have otherwise been several fatal beatings. In fact, some rivals even became friends with "Crazy Cozi" and his hoodrat crew on account of the fire he showed.

Meanwhile, Còsimo would still scuttle off for days at a time, trying to track down any record of his father. This behavior payed off during his 15th year when he managed to contact someone who not only knew his father, but wanted Còsi to come in and speak with him. It turns out that his father had been a Made Man in the Ferarra family, which had hands in running the less above-board dealings of United Steelworkers Union since its inception. However, there would be no awkward father/gutter-rat reunion, as Còsimo's father was two years dead. His father, his uncles, aunts, cousins, all his family on that side was casualty of a vicious campaign of assassination. Còsimo turned out to be the inheritor of much estate and a name which still held weight within the organization.

The men who contacted him, "Mr. Deluca" and "Sal", took him to Downtown Seattle in an attempt to use his name and the moneys which he claimed in order to work their way up the ladder of power. Unfortunately for them, the difficult young child grew up to be a difficult young man. Còsimo, knowing full well what fate befell the Ferrara before him trained incessantly and spent large gashes of money on protective and offensive cyberware. Furthermore while he lacked the mental faculties to really advance through his own machinations, his stubborn nature prevented him from acting as a pliant tool for those who would use him. Despairing that they had wasted their time on Còsimo, the men who originally attempted to bring him into The Life tried to take him out of it.

In the end, whatever family resemblance or DNA authentication he had wasn't enough to make up for the fact that Còsimo was a street-rat kid, who, as far as they could tell, was psychopathic. He ran his tutorsofts with Vasari, (his personal Agent and makeshift companion,) and learned his lessons alright, but there was a terribleness inside of him that they knew they could never control. The hunger behind his easy smile was a chasm which they might accidentally step in, and which would swallow them whole. So, one day after lessons, they took him out to "see how the rounds are run." Cosimo knew they were lying. He knew that they were tiring of him and that it was only a matter of time before they ditched him. Vasari had been warning him of the signs for a while. When they drove out near the docks and asked him to stay in the car while they talked to somebody, Còsimo knew what was up immediately.

He waited a beat and then made a break for an open warehouse door. Just inside, he spotted a man in the Low Light with a gun in one hand and a detonator in the other. Còsimo emptied a silenced long burst into the guy's chest with his Ingram X and then an explosion sent him flying. When Còsi got up his head was throbbing. He stumbled to the doorway and stuck his Smartgun around the corner to get a picture of what was outside. On the ground Salvatore was writhing in pain before two of his bodyguards come out of hiding, while Mr. Deluca was quite dead. The early detonation had gotten them both. Còsimo took his time and put a well aimed, silenced burst right into one of the bodyguard's heads, and then ran behind the burning mass of the destroyed car. The other body guard, afraid for his life, started dragging a screaming Salvatore 4 or 5 meters before he caught two bursts and fell over, already dead. Còsimo was practically beaming with joy as he emptied the rest of his magazine into Sal's pleading face. It was only after this that Còsimo realized he'd had his gun's gas-vent open instead of the silencer. He was now almost completely deaf.

The men he killed, unfortunately, had far more friends within the organization than he ever had, and they were not very forgiving. His dispute was recognized but he was no longer welcome or protected. Besides, Sal and Mr. Deluca had used their power of attorney (which Còsimo ignorantly signed over to them,) to empty his accounts that morning. So, with nowhere else to stay, he bought a bike and fled to back to Puyallup, where he eventually hooked up with the motley crew of the Dozen. He originally did so to lay low, but still have protection, however as the Tempo craze heated up, he began seeing benefits within the gang, and his ambition began pushing him towards more and more extreme activities. Before the Tempo collapse, he had managed to find several people in various syndicates with whom he could trade information and favors, and he hooked back up with an earlier acquaintance in Black Marc, a hoodie tagger turned dealer in illicit goods and services.

Còsimo is a Sociopath nee Psychopath. That is the most important thing to remember when dealing with him. While he may smile warmly or joke around with the crew, underneath that, he is boundlessly frustrated by a world which does not work the way he believes it should. However, far from being a destructive rebel, lashing out randomly, he tries very hard to reorder the world to fit his desired form. However, when others purposely upset him in his attempts he is occasionally overcome with a roiling, spitting fury. Because of his disappointment with the outside world, he spends a lot of time in full sim, mentally relaxing and ordering around Vasari, his agent. In fact, he is in constant contact with Vasari, preferring to wear his trode headband at all times so that he can send mental commands and receive AR replies, all in complete silence. Not that he is really a fan of complete silence, but it certainly helps since he relies on his earbuds to provide him with regular auditory senses in compensation for the loss of hearing incurred when his former patrons attempted to assassinate him. Speaking of which, trust issues are another sore subject with Cozi. He is all smiles and friendship upfront, but it becomes apparent pretty quickly that it's surface-thin and he is just waiting for you to try something so that he can put you down.

Còsimo is taller than average for a human. He has slightly larger tusks and pointier- hey wait. This guy is an Ork. He's got short-cropped black hair, and an olive complexion with visible plates embedded under his skin. He constantly wears dark glasses with rotating lenses for variable magnificaton, a trode band with the hair shaved off underneath, a rather beat up leather long coat with a black band on the sleeve and a slightly worn-out suit vest and slacks underneath. You may notice that he's armed, you may not. It all depends on where he's walking.

Còsimo's aura is a strong, if dirty, yellow from which there are occasional bursts of bright red. The sense given is of an armor of unnatural calm and relaxation encasing an intense latent hostility. This is not indicative of a healthy mind. There is evidence enough here to assume he has undergone a modicum of cybernetic augmentation, but he is certainly more man than machine. And by man I mean Ork. That much is apparent as well, but not prominently so. It is not a strong part of his identity and, as such is not very apparent on his aura.

Black Marc (2/2): Marcus Brown, street name Black Marc, grew up on the streets of Puyallup running with gangs, but staying out of conflicts. He was mainly a tagger, going around and marking ground for his crew. When he wasn't putting up turf lines, his style of choice was to paint idyllic cityscapes filled with smiling people and then spray big dripping black lines across their smiling eyes. That became his sign. The wet dripping black mark on top of any work, an act meant to reject the meaning and the art itself. In time, Marcus grew up to be a dealer. Not in drugs or chips so much as in stolen name brand goods, illegal, modified tools and information. He ran that sort of SINless supermarket that keeps the Barrens alive. Not that he was running a service for the public good. Point of fact, when things started heating up with Tempo, he graduated to guns and death, going as far as to organize hits on behalf of interested parties. That young street punk had become a man of respect. Black Marc is a Fixer.

Michael Tucado (1/3): There are Button Men on the streets and Capos in the clubs, and then there are the guys in between. That's Michael. He's a middle aged middle man in the midst of one of the biggest syndicate shakeups in history. Things haven't looked good for old Michael for a while now, and all this work is just giving him an ulcer. He'll trade money or favors for reliable intel or help. He knows he's going nowhere in the organization and is happy enough playing coach to a bunch of street thugs in order to keep his family provided for, so one shouldn't expect too many surprise moves out of this guy. He's not really all that flexible anymore. He's a Mafia Lieutenant and that's all he'll ever be.

Johnny Kono (1/4): Jun Konishi, street name Johnny Kono, was born for speed. He loves everything fast and hard and sharp. He and his gang of Razor-boys and Gillettes love to cruise around their turf in northern Puyallup, causing a scene and keeping the locals terrified. Johnny and his go-gang ride under the banner of the Komun’go Seoulpa Ring, but that doesn't stop them from taking outside offers. They will throw down for cash or trade, even though they'd probably do it just for the thrill. Johnny especially. But Johnny's not dumb. He knows that with the Tempo almost gone he's going to have to branch out into businesses besides driving real fast and slicing up chumps. The Komun’go Ring might have a cell-based internal architecture, but that doesn't mean that Johnny and his gang aren't looking for a lift.

Race: Ork (20 BP)

Attributes (150 BP)
Body: 4 (0 BP)
Agility: 5 [6] (40 BP)
Reaction: 3 [4] (20 BP)
Strength: 3 [4] ( 0 BP)
Charisma: 2 [3] (10 BP)
Intuition: 4 (30 BP)
Logic: 2 [3] (10 BP)
Willpower: 5 (40 BP)

Special Attributes (20 BP)
Edge: 3 ( 20 BP)

Initiative: 7 [8]
Essence: 3.4

Positive Qualities (26 BP)
First Impression (5 BP)
Human-Looking (5 BP)
Martial Arts (ROSS - Ready weapon as a free action) (5BP)
Martial Arts (Escrima - Damaging disarm) (5 BP)
-Maneuvers (Two Weapon Style) 2BP
-Maneuvers (Disarm) 2BP
-Maneuvers (Off-hand training - clubs) 2BP

Negative Qualities (-35 BP)
SINner (+5 BP) [hey, he had to claim a legal inheritance.]
Reduced Hearing (+5 BP) [We are vain and we are blind.]
Vindictive (+10 BP) [I hate people when they're not polite.]
Combat Monster (+10 BP) [Psycho killer - qu'est que c'est?]
Nano Intolerance (+5 BP)


Active Skills (86 BP)
Athletics (Group) : 1(2) (10 BP)
Climbing -1(2)
Gymnastics -1(2)
Running -1(2)
Swimming -1(2)
Influence (Group) : 1 (10 BP)
Con -1
Etiquette -1
Leadership -1
Negotiation -1
Stealth (Group) : 2 (20 BP)
Disguise -2
Infiltration -2
Palming -2
Shadowing -2
Automatics : 5 (20 BP)
Clubs : 3 (Spec- Parry) (14 BP)
Perception : 1 (4 BP)
Pilot Ground Craft : 1 (4 BP)
Pistols: 1 (4 BP)


Knowledge Skills (18 free points)
Languages:
English N
Or'zet 1
Italian 2
Japanese 2
Salish 2

Knowledges:
Politics (Underworld) 3
Criminal (Street Gangs) 3
Criminal (Mafia) 2
Street Drugs 2
Seattle (Regional) 1

Connections (13 BP)
Black Marc (Fixer) 2/2
Mafia Lieutenant 1/3
Seoulpa Lieutenant 1/4


Gear ( 20 BP = 100,000 Nuyen)


Novatech Airware (1000) with OS Iris Orb (1250) 3/3/3/3
Analyze Rating 6 (Opt3 + Ergo) (1000)
Browse Rating 6 (Opt3 + Ergo) (1000)
Encrypt Rating 6 (Opt3 + Ergo) (1000)
Command Rating 6 (Opt 3) (900)
Edit Rating 3 (150)
Purge Rating 3 (150)
Scan Rating 3 (150)
Spoof Rating 3 (1500)
Unrestricted Agent Rating 2 (2400) [Vasari]
Hotsim Module (250)
Trodes (50)
RFID tag Camera (100)
Empathy Software Rating 3 (600)

{remaining cash = 89400}

Fake SIN Rating 2 (2000) [Lucas Alberti]

Fake License (Driving) (200)
Fake License (Firearms) Rating 2 (200)
Fake License (Dermal Plating) Rating 2 (200)
Fake License (Reaction Enhancer) Rating 2 (200)
Fake License (Muscle Replacement) Rating 2 (200)

{remaining cash = 86400}

Glasses Rating 3 with Image Link + Smartlink + Vision Magnification (700)
Earbuds Rating 1 with Audio Enhancement 3 (310) [he's sensitive about his hearing aid]


Form Fitting Body Armor (Shirt) (500) + Nonconductivity 4 (800) [+3/+0] (1300)
Lined Coat (700) + Fire Resistant 6 (600) + Concealable Holster (75) [6/4] (1375)
PPP Systems Forearm (200) + Shinguards (150) + Biomonitor (300) + Autoinjector (1500) [+0/+2] (2150)
Bike Racing Helmet [+1/+2] (200) [integral flare comp and image link std]

(total armor, including dermal plating and helmet = [11/9] w/o helmet [10/7]
- no encumbrance with either unless Dermal counts towards encumbrance.)

4x R3 Stims (300) [in autoinjector]
4x Jazz (300)
25x Cram (250) [one in autoinjector]
Guts (100) [one in autoinjector]
Tag Eraser (150)

{remaining cash = 79265}

240x Hollowpoint Bullets (1200)
90x Flechette Round (900)

Expandable Baton (50) + Personalized Grip (100) [Up left sleeve]
Ares Viper Slivergun (500) + Personalized Grip (100) + Smartgun System (Internal) (500) + Melee Hardning (300) + 2 clips (10) [kept in concealed holster in left side of lined coat] (1410)
Ingram Smartgun X (650) + Foregrip (50) + Sling (10) + Personalized Grip (100) + Melee Hardning (300) + 3 clips (15) + Concealable Holster (75) [secured to right hip, sling on right shoulder, under coat] (1200)
Colt M23 (750) + Smartgun System (Topmount) (400) + Gasvent III (barrel) (400) + Personalized Grip (100) + Shock Pad (50) + Underbarrel Weight (25) + Melee Hardening (300) + 3 clips (15) + Sling carry accessory (15) [slung over back when headed for war] (2055)

{remaining cash = 72350}

Attention Coprocessor 3 (9000)
Dermal Plating 1 (5000)
Muscle Replacement 1 (5000)
Reaction Enhancer 1 (10,000)
Internal Air Tank (650)

{remaining cash = 42700}

Cerebral Booster 1 (10,000)
Tailored Pheremones 1 (15,000)
Synthcardium 1 (10,000)

{remaining cash = 7700}

Indian Pathfinder (6000) + 2x Runflat Tire (500) + Anti-Theft System (1200)

{remaining cash = 0}

Human 5'10" white, brown eyes, short brown hair, average build. 36 years old.
background:

Game Info:

Qualities(+10bp):

attributes(150bp):

edge 4 (20bp)

Active skills(112bp)

knowledge skills(15 free):

Contacts(16bp):

Ware( 40,150 / 9bp):

Gear(18,610/3bp):

extra money(1,370)

When I was young, All I knew about gangs was what I learned from the news and the trid shows. Crazy people in matching leather jackets terrorising normal citizens. It wasn't until after the crash that I saw the reality of a gang. People on the bottom, banding together to try and stay alive. Sure, some of 'em take too much coke and go on a rampage, or slaughter a few loners in the crossfire of a turf battle, but It's kill or be killed on the street. The safest bet is to keep shooting.
Now all that said, I never saw myself getting in a gang. I didn't even know how. I had just started my downhill slide into the criminal world. I still thought I might catch a break someday, and get back to bar tending on a sunny beach somewhere. About six months ago, A mob guy I had done a few favors for, hit me with a job offer, four hundred nuyen to drop some medical supplies to some guy in Puyallup. Loveland is like the wild west, and he didn't want to be bothered this particular evening. The job sounded nicer than some of the things I'd been doing recently, so I was on my way. I stuffed the drugs in a duffel and sweet talked a girl at the bar into riding me down there.
What I walked into in that bar was a Mexican stand off. From what I gathered in the next, agonizingly long and tenuous second was two gangs with guns drawn. A big Orc from the more colorfull gang hold up behined an older looking man with an Uzi pointing at his brain. The drunk girl at my side was inhaling to scream. I slipped a tranq patch from my sleeve as I covered her mouth. She was already dosing off as the guns started to jerk around a little.
"Everybody be cool" Thats about all I remember saying. Even though I didn't stop talking for what seemed like a decade. With enough talk, the adrenalin was fading, and fear of death was growing. The Orc's gang, the Greeners, had been joy riding and boozin it up, they came in here to stick the place up and now found themselves in the middle of a recipe for bullet soup. I offered to buy both sides the booze and saved them face and bloodspill. I got called a pussy and spent most of what I was gonna make that night, but nobody got killed. After the Greeners left, the guys in the bar introduced themselves as the Loveland dosen. I spent the rest of the night there hanging out with 'em and buy morning, I had gotten pretty tight with these guys. It wasn't long after that that I ended up joining these guys. Just a small band of brothers trying to bring a little sanity to one small spot on this globe, or at least try to stay alive.

Name: Larenz Konrad Marazski

Handle:Matto
Race: Ork
Height: 1.7 meters
Weight:135 kg
Hair/eyes:short black mohawk/ neon green
Age:17

Ethnicity: Rom/Slovak

Background:
Matto is a child of the Z-Zones,born in the barrens and raised in a series of temporary families and crashpads . His mother was a chiphead and his father was a merc ( at least thats what his mother used to tell him) She disappeared when he was 12 and a small time go-gang called "Jade Blades" took him in. He ran with the blades till about a year ago when they got wiped out by a band of ghouls. Wounded badly when the Molotov he was throwing at the ghouls exploded on him, he staggered into the clinic of Dr. Jonas Brothers a wiccan mage and Medic who patched him up . In payment he has been working at the clinic as muscle and custodian.
On occasion the doc has taken cyber parts as payment and has traded a few to Matto. He has also introduced Matto to the written word and has been pleasantly surprised that the streeter has taken an keen interest in the classics and poetry.
He got his nickname when the blades were hi-jacking a truck from the mob. One of the mafioso's exclaimed”Your Fraggin Matto” as the ganger beat him to death with a tire iron.

Recently the ganger has paid off his debt to the doctor and has been laying low in his crashpad( an empty HVAC housing on a roof top. He has enjoyed the freedom of not running with a gang but is realizing that a the life of a lone wolf is harsh and maybe joining up with a gang again would be in his best interests.

stats: (150 pts on attributes)
Bod: 6
Agi:3
Rea:3
Str:4
Cha:3
Int:3
Log:3
Wil:3
Edg:4

initative 6/1

Essence: 4.50
Resources: 30000( 6 pts) 275 left


skills: (76 pts)
Pistols: 3
Automatics,submachine guns: 3(2)
Clubs:2
Perception,visual:3(2)
Pilot groundcraft:1
intimidation:2
Infiltration:2
First aid,combat wounds:2(2)
Unarmed combat:2

knowledge skills:

Literature:2
Seattle street gangs:4
Street drugs:2
Security procedures:2
Club music:2
Vory politics:2
security companies:1

Languages:

English:N
Slovak:2(5)
Vietnamese:1(3)
Spanish: 1(3)
Ute:1(3)
speretheil ;1(3)

contacts:(13 pts)

Fence:1/3, Tommy"the toad"Mason
joygirl:1/1 Cybel "Sable" Mendoza
Vory soldier: 1/2 Valek
street doc:2/2 Dr.Jonas Brothers.
Clerk,military surplus outlet 1/1.Cobra Malone

Qualities: (+30,-20)
animal empathy
Homeground, redmond
allergy,common,moderate: Cats
flashbacks,uncommon
distinctive style,5pts( Quotes from old books)
common sense
linguist

Matto is not one to take the lead. He has learned from living on the streets that heroes die first in a conflict. He doesn't make friends easy as he has issues with people leaving once you get to know them. However, once he makes a friend he is loyal to the end. He still wears a green “JB”on his shoulder for his fallen former comrades.On the street he adopts a calm,confident and assertive swagger that he developed as he grew up. originally a mask to protect himself from abuse and hurt, he found that the behavior puts amimals, especially canines at ease around him.

His goals are to rise above the drek sandwich life has handed him. Internally he is beginning to model himself as a pauper knight from the old chips and books he has been soaking up. Who knows if this spark of valor will take root or get smothered by the harsh reality of the shadows?

Cyber:
Eyes,(r3),w flare comp and low-light,therm, vision enhancement r2

Data jack
cyber arm,(right)
w/ smuggling compartment
Agility enhancement r2


Gear:

Sony emporor running redcap nix OS
Fake SIN rating 3
Stun baton
Rem. Roomsweeper 10rds SNS
Ingram Smartgun X, 50rds reg ammo
armored Jacket
Survival kit
stim patch r4(1)
trauma patch r4(1)
combat load vest
earbuds w/
audio enhancement
select sound filter
AR glove
plastic restraints(10)
1 case MRE's
hard copy of “The complete works of John Keats” (His prize possesion)
Chip reader
Tag eraser
“Shatner's Complete Classic Literature” 400 volume set (on chip)

Squatter life style (1) month

Matto slipped his boots over the sides of the metal ladder and slid the three stories to the ground. The ping! ping! ping! as his right hand tapped the rivets on the ladder brought a smile to his chapped lips. It had been almost 6 months since Doc Brothers had found him the Renraku Spartan 5 at a swap meet and Matto had fallen in love with the black chrome replacement limb the minute he saw it. Simple in design, it was rugged and had lots of room for toys. But more importantly, it put him back in the game.

Kicking McHughs wrappers and plastic bottles out of the way.he stopped at the alleys mouth and surveyed the street. His crachpad was located just off of 102nd street and was at the moment disputed turf between Los Vatos and The Creepers. The street was empty this early in the evening. Most of the Joygirlz and boys wouldn't be out for an hour or so. Taking a deep breatn of the cooling air he turned onto the street and began walking.

Tapping in a quick playlist from his pirated music collection he kept an eye on his surroundings. Soon the frosty sounds of "Calamity Cats" set the pace to his steps,combat boots stomping in time to the music in his earbuds, he headed south and then west. Word on the street was that a gang called "The Dozen" was alway looking for extra members. Their rep was solid and they seemed to not be as psychotic as some of the other gangs he had run into.. As much as he enjoyed the freedom, he knew that deep inside he needed to belong to a pack...

Six months later Matto was settled in as a member of The Dozen. Although small fish,this new gang, like his old Comrades in the Jade Blades had Hez and spirit. The first month he had played it frosty, following orders, running errands, covering other members hoops when things got a little hot. He had adopted a quote that hung In the corner of his AR display."Whosoever desires constant success must change his conduct with the times." At first,some of the other gangers thought he was a little touched in the head as he tended to quote " That ancient drek" but after a battle or two he had won some respect and began to trust his fellow gang members. Sometimes when he sat in the gang hang out he could almost hear The Jade Blades laughing kidding the way they did before they were wiped out. After a few Soybrews sometimes he would catch an illusion of Axman, or Cricket standing by the pool table smiling....

Elf
Mystic Adept

B 3base 3modified
A 4 4
R 3 4
S 3 3
C 3 3
I 3 3
L 2 2
W 3 3
E 1 1
M 4 4

Ess 6
IP 2


Positive/Negative Advantages
Ambidextrous 5
Allergy, Mild, Silver -5
Media Junky, Mild -5
Records on File (ares) -10
Sensitive System -15

Contacts
Pops Bannion – Pawn Shop Owner(fixer/fence) 3/3
Miss Pamela – Madam of brothel 2/3
Paul Cooper – Corporate Secretary at Ares orphanage 2/2

Skills
Perception 4
Shadowing 1
Infiltration 1
Counter spelling 3
Electronics Group 1
Influence Group 1
Close Combat Group 2
Data Search 1
Pilot Ground Craft 1
Conjuring Group 1
Pistols 2
Automatics 1

Knowledge Skills
Street Gangs 3
Ares Macrotechnologies 2
Security Procedures 2
Dirty Cops 2
Sports 1
Music 1
Magic Theory 1

Languages
English N
Spanish 3

Adept Abilities
Astral Perception (1.0)
Improved Reflexes I (1.5)
Enhanced Perception 2 (0.5)

Gear ($15000)
Lined Coat
Formfitting Shirt –nonconductivity 3
Fake SIN 2
Fake License 2
PocketMage Library 4
Renraku Sensei comlink
Renraku Ichi OS
Glasses – image link, flare compensation, vision enhancement 3
Glasses – image link, flare compensation, smartlink
Earbuds
Tag Eraser
Radio Signal Scanner
Gas Mask
Survival Kit
Sleeping Bag

Weapons
Extendable Baton
AZ-150 Stun Baton
Survival Knife
Ares Light Fire 70 w/silencer and 2 spare clips, concealed holster
50 rounds Regular lt pistol ammo
Ares Viper Slivergun – smartlink, 2 spare clips, concealed holster
100 rounds Flechettee hv pistol ammo
Ingram Smartlink X – 4 spare clips
500 rounds Regular SMG ammo

Bear is a city rat. His mother was a Pilipino/Irish mix who worked the brothels servicing the soldiers from Ft Lewis who wanted a little bit of rough to take the edge off. He never knew his father, and Bear wouldn’t take book on his mother having known him other than in the loosest sense of the word.
When his mother disappeared he was 7, the brothel owner didn’t waste time dropping him off at one of the orphanages Ares ran under contract to the Fort, to make good little drones and soldiers when they grew up. Not that there was a lot of difference. When he was 14, he managed to slip the leash and make a run. He has been on the streets for the last 4 years scratching a living as best he can, the last year as part of a small time gang, the Loveland Dozen. He is naturally fast, and is good at spotting trouble as well as opportunity. He knows he has some minor magical talent because he has learned how to make it tougher for a wizworm to cast on him, and he has managed to call up what he guesses is a spirit once or twice, but he doesn’t trust the whole magic thing. In fact, he is sure when his mother disappeared it was as a sacrifice. {He has no proof, it is however a deeply held belief.}

Mechanics wise, elf, magician adept, his magical abilities are counter spelling and a little summoning/banishing. He has enough adept powers to speed him up slightly and make him perceptive.

Recent History

Over the last year since he formally joined the Dozen, life has been up and down for Bear.
He joined slightly before the Tempo craze started and saw the influx of money and prestige that came with it. During that time he did a lot of spotter work, keeping an eye out for trouble at meets and covering shipments. His ability to see the astral and know if a mage or spirit was watching was valuable to Bruno during that time.
Since the Tempo supply dried up, things have gone back to being tougher for Bear and the Dozen. Money is tighter again, and he has spent most of his time trying to do a little work in the chop shop where he has picked up a little skill in defeating the hardware and software on the vehicles being chopped. He has also spent a fair amount of time digging through the PcoketMage Library he ‘found’ just before things tanked. He still doesn’t understand most of the mumbo-jumbo, but he has learned a tiny bit. Mostly he has kept an eye on the streets and people of Loveland, looking for the next shift to com. It is just a matter of time before things shift back in the Dozen’s favor.

1: Where is your character from?
Seattle, specifically from the Fort Lewis district though he has spent the last 4 years or so in Puyallup in the Loveland.

2: Does your character have a family?
Nope. Mother is dead hooker, father unknown. One half sister, 3 years younger, separated from him about 8 years ago in the orphanage, no idea where she is.

3: Does your character have an ethnic background?
Hispanic Elven Male

4: What does your character look like?
Tanned with long wavy black hair pulled back in a ponytail, high cheekbones, and brown eyes, nose has been broken a few times. 1.9m tall.

5: What does your character dress like?
While bear would like to dress like the tridee stars, most of his stuff comes from the thrift stores or places like that. SynthaDenim pants and work boots, Long hooded coat over a black shirt.

6: Does your character have physical quirks?
He sometimes chews on a persistent hangnail on his left thumb.

7: Where did your character learn their Active Skills?
Some he learned from the Ares Orphanage, some he learned from the streets, a little he learned from Pops Buchanan when he ran errands for him before joining the Dozen. Some of the combat stuff he learned from Johns at the brothel.

8: Where did your character learn their Knowledge Skills?
Ares orphanage, Loveland streets, the Dozen.

9: Where does your character get his goodies?
Mostly from Pops Donovan at his pawn shop. A few things fell off a truck. A few he got from soldiers who needed cash.

10: Where does your character live?
There is a squat near the Dozen’s clubhouse. It has water and power and walls. It used to be a janitor’s closet in one of the apartment buildings the Dozen protect.

11: Who are your characters contacts?
Pops Donovan, owns and runs Donovan’s Trading Post. A pawn shop with a side in fencing and fixing.
Madam Lavern, runs the Soft Landing brothel in bar on the border between Puyallup and Fort Lewis. Caters to the military crowd but about 30% of the business is non-military. Good for info, rumors, and leads.
Paul Cooper, secretary at the Ares School for Foundlings #47. Good for corp leads and info dealing with Ares interests in the area and rumors about other corps.

12: Who are your characters enemies?
No real personal enemies at this point, anyone that hates the Dozen’s might target him as opportunity allowed.

13: How did your character learn magic?
He has done some reading on his own, mostly self trained. He knows he is Awakened, but has no real trust for magic. Blames a black magic mage for his mother’s murder.

14: What are your characters likes and dislikes?
Tacoma Timberwolves for the WIN! Stuffer Shack soy burgers taste best with Real Green Sauce. Techno-Revival music is crap.

15: What is your characters moral code?
Watch your back.
Watch his buddies back.
Dozen’s don’t take crap from anyone without a MMg.
Grab what you can when you can.

16: Does your character have goals?
A nice penthouse in Downtown? In the short term, clean water and plenty of food, with 2517 tridee channels pm the screen. Maybee learning a bit more control of the magic stuff.

17: Does your character have personal beliefs?
When his mother was murdered it was part of a Black Magic ritual. They killed her to use her elven-ness to power the spell.

18: Does your character have a personality quirk?
Somewhat superstitious, but mostly laid-back.

19: Why does your character run the shadows?
He doesn’t really run the shadows. He is a street rat running with a low grade gang. No one with real shadow credit would think of him as a runner yet. As a ganger, he does it to survive and have a place with people he can trust a little while making an easy buck.

20: How does your character view his role as a shadowrunner?
Mostly takes his place in the shadows in stride. The gang is the best chance he has to get ahead for now. He likes belonging to the group.