Body: 5 (6)

Agility 3 (6)

Reaction 3 (5)

Strength 5 (

Charisma 2

Intuition 3

Logic 3

Willpower 3

Edge 2



Initiative 6 / 8

IP: 1 (3)

Essence: 0.79

Athletics (Group) 2

Firearms (Group) 4

Blades 3

Dodge 3

Heavy Weapons 3

Throwing Weapons (Grenades) 1

Etiquette 1

Infiltration 3

Navigation 2

Perception 2

Survival (Jungle) 3

Demolition 3

First Aid (Combat Wounds) 1

Armorer 2

English N

Spanish 5

CAS Marine Corps 4

Guerrilla Warfare 4

Caracas Area Knowledge 3

Jungle Wildlife 2

Cyberware Compatibility 10

Toughness 10

Severe Phobia (Roddents) -10

Lost Loved One -10

Cyberpsychosis -10

Alcohol Addiction (Moderate) -20

Computer Illiterate -5

Morris (Caracas DSI Station Chief) L2/C5

Leftovers: 349 Y

Renraku Sensi, Iris Orb


Cyberware
Datajack
Olfactory Booster 3
Internal Air Tank
Wired Reflexes 2
Cybereyes R3 (flare comp, image link, recorder, low light, protective covers, smartlink, vision mag, thermographic, vision enhancement 2)
Cyberears R2 (Sound link, recorder, Damper, Audio enchancement 3, spatial recongnizer, select sound filter 2)
Obvious Full Arm (Right Arm) B8, A10, S10
-Customized Body +3
-Customized Strenght +4
-Customized Agility +4
-Agility 3
-Strength 3
-Body 2
-Retractable Spurs
-Cyberarm Gyromount

Muscles Augmentation 2
Muscle Toner 2
Sleep Regulator
Synthacardium 1

Cyber Essence: 4.73
Bio Essence: 0.49

Armor
Armored Jacket 8/6 (Non Conductivity 6, Chemical Protection 6)
SecureTech Leg and Arm Casing 1/1
SecureTech Vitals Protector 1/1
SecureTech Helmet 0/2
Lined Coat 6/4 (Concealed Holster)

Grenade Launcher Ammo
-16 White Phosphorus
-32 High Explosive
-32 Fragmentation
-8 Flare

Ammunition
-3000 Regular
-300 Ex Ex
-20 Shock Locks
-50 Subsonic
-100 Stick N Shock
-100 Flechette

Armorer Toolkit
10x Blistpacks
Fake SIN 3
Fake License (Security Contractor) 4
GloWand
Combat Load Vest
Concealable Holster
2x Quick Draw Holster
Sound Suppressor
Infrared Flashlight
Smart Pack
10x Plastic Restraints
Micro Transceiver R6
Trauma Patch
10x Jazz
RFID Geiger Counter
RFID Atmospheric Sensor R3
Medkit R6
Endoscope
Weapon Watcher R3

Weapons
Machete (Sword)
Ingram Smartgun X
Ingram White Knight
Walther Secura Kompakt S
15x Flash Bangs
10x Thermal Smokes
10x CS Gas Grenades

Custom Weapons
Cavalier Deputy (Ammo Skip, Smartgun, Increased Cylinder, Skinlink, Trigger Removal, Electro Shocker)
Colt M23 Carbine (Barrel Reduction, Smartgun, Folding Stock, Skinlink, Gas Vent 3)
Franchi SPAS22 (Skinlink, Additional Clip, Smartlink, Folding Stock)
Ares Desert Strike (Extended Barrel, Rigid Stock, Shock Pads, External Smartgun, Intergral Silencer, Manual Easy Breakdown)
ArmTech MGL-6 (Airbust Link, SA Mode, Smartlink, Skinlink, Extended Clip, Trigger Removal)
PJSS Model 5S Shotgun (Barrel Reduction, Manual Easy Breakdown, Reduced Weight)

Lifestyle (Low, 2000/month )
Comforts 1
Entertainment 1
Necessities 2
Neighborhood 2
Security 3
Hasty Exit
Worse Neighbours (Bordello)

As one of the so-called Yucatan "rebels" it really pissed Esteban off when Pobre accepted Aztlan's olive branch and became governor of the peninsula. People, people with families and dreams, fought and bled and died for the Yucatan's freedom. And this fucking wyrm brushed all that aside and took credit. The dragon gets to rule the land, and gets a pawn in some goddamn game in which the scaleys hold all the pieces. And what do the people get? Fuckin' nothing. Their land changes hands from some metaphorical snake to a literal one. That's all.

It keeps him up at night.

Background

Character sheet

As one of the so-called Yucatan "rebels" it really pissed Esteban off when Pobre accepted Aztlan's olive branch and became governor of the peninsula. People, people with families and dreams, fought and bled and died for the Yucatan's freedom. And this fucking wyrm brushed all that aside and took credit. The dragon gets to rule the land, and gets a pawn in some goddamn game in which the scaleys hold all the pieces. And what do the people get? Fuckin' nothing. Their land changes hands from some metaphorical snake to a literal one. That's all.

It keeps him up at night.

Esteban Moreno was born as the resentment and anger of the Yucatan first boiled over into rebellion and battle. He saw cousins and uncles chewed up and killed by the Aztlan war machine. He saw crops planted to feed families and huts for shelter set aflame to roust rebels. By his ninth birthday he knew how to fire an assault rifle; by his twelfth he had lost count of how many men he had personally killed.

But all things end, good and bad; and just as the troll entered his teen years the fighting came to a stop. The loss of so many—Esteban’s own village had been razed, his parents and sisters dying in smoke and flame while he’d been fighting miles away—made the rebellion’s slight victory bittersweet. Even worse, a dragon was in charge, rather than the people; no matter how often Pobre called himself a “Mexican,” it couldn’t change the fact that the serpent had slept all through Mexico’s existence. Many dragons had been involved for the fight for the peninsula; to Esteban, they were interested only in domain, rather than changing anything.

With very few family members still living, and a teenager’s typical anger against the world, Esteban joined up with a crew of smugglers. It was glamorous; he saw more of the world than he’d ever thought possible (and all without leaving Central America). By the time he was 17 he’d served on several different crews, but had finally found his permanent place with one: the Yanqui Drowners, weapons smugglers who stuck to the rivers and inlets of the Pacific coastline when they weren’t raiding AZT camps for their product.

He was proud to be with the Drowners; they lived by their own rules and bent knee to no country or corporation. They were glad to have a soldier with them: he knew how to fight, he knew the jungles. Best of all, they gave him a chance to use his mind. Never very smart, Esteban was nevertheless a naturally intuitive mechanic, and the Drowners were not afraid to take advantage of that. He began to learn how the machines and weapons worked, and realized he enjoyed being more than just dumb muscle.

Work with the Yanqui Drowners was lucrative but dangerous. Esteban put his share into enhancements, knowing he needed every slight edge. New eyes, new ears; he got a voice modder to speak in code during ops—birdcall was great for messaging. He lost his right arm in an ambush in Panama; it wasn’t long before he came to like the new one even more.

With their attacks on, and theft of, Aztechnology property, the Yanqui Drowners were making a name for themselves. Esteban thought it was great, a sign of their rising importance. But some of the Drowners were not fond of being targets, and slowly a plea deal of sorts was arranged between the ring’s leadership and the corp.

It happened so fast that in Esteban’s mind it’s still a blur. The corpsec team burst in while he was sleeping in his Panama City flat and overtook him easily. There was a kangaroo court, and the Azzies went all out—they claimed Esteban was well-known for his war crimes during the Yucatan rebellion. They accused him of being the one that razed his village—of killing his family, of burning down what little home he had had growing up. They turned it into a circus, basking in the good PR of putting away a dangerous terrorist. And then he disappeared.

While he was imprisoned in the hellhole AZT controls on the Narau Protectorate, he heard rumors. Word came down from guards sometimes, about how he’d been set up, about how his execution had been faked for the bloodthirsty media so he could be left here to rot forever. They showed him videos, made him listen to taped conversations, proving that the Yanqui Drowners had set him up to cut the noose that was tightening around their own necks. The guards told him these things to try and break his will; but instead he hid it all inside and vowed he would have his revenge.

They made him fight in the pits to kill him, but it only made him stronger. They spread whispers to the other inmates about the Coatl, the Snake, who killed his own family; but any would-be assassin hopped-up on these lies soon found themselves dead at the troll’s hands. Esteban kept to himself and the others soon learned—stay out of his way if you know what’s good for you.

They were made to work on Narau, groups made to dive to mineral mines while armed guards kept watch. Esteban was with one of these boats when a riot began at the prison. He doesn’t know what caused it, but it was enough of a distraction that he and the others killed their guards and made off with the boat. They worked their way across Micronesia, thieving and pirating and murdering their way to Australia, away from Narau. Esteban left them in Brisbane, getting passage across the sea with a pirate crew.

From Australia to Metropole; from Metropole to Caracas. He’s been free less than a year, taking what odd jobs he can, fighting for money when he needs to. He follows rumors and ghosts. He’s heard that the Yanqui Drowners split up as an operation, but he might learn more in Venezuela. And he intends to. There’s blood on his hands and there’ll be a whole lot more before he’s through. They tried to wipe him from the Earth; he won’t rest until he does the same to them.

Esteban Moreno, In Coatl -- Troll -- 40 BP
Starting Nuyen: 240 (whoo! deep pockets!)
(Nuyen Roll: 2d6 → [1,5] = (6)) (plus 6 from Gear conversion)

ATTRIBUTES - 180 BP


QUALITIES - +7 BP (extra 15 pts for Neg qualities, -8 for MA Maneuvers)


SKILLS - 154 BP


KNOWLEDGE SKILLS - 12 pts free, 6 BP


CONTACTS - 8 BP


GEAR - 94015 , 19 BP, remainder converted into starting nuyen

Jacobs was a Private Investigator in Seattle, up until 2 years ago. He was good at his job, focusing mainly on finding people who didn't want to be found. Of course, his luck wouldn't hold out. One day he received a message from his sister, simply, "Find me." He thought it was a joke, so he sent a spirit off to find her, thinking nothing of it. She had moved away as soon as she had turned 18, and while they kept in touch he wasn't really sure where she was staying at the moment. When the spirit returned empty handed, he sent a more powerful one. And then a more powerful one after that. Jacobs was beginning to become concerned, and the fact that he hadn't heard from his sister in several days made him even more distraught. He decided to hold off his other investigations and take on finding his sister full time, at least for a few days. He summoned the most powerful Spirit he could muster, and after fighting him for what seemed like hours, the Spirit was sent off to find his sister. The spirit returned, but said he couldn't find her precisely. Only the city she was in. Caracas. Jacobs booked the first flight out.
It was hot down in South America, hotter than he was used to. He stuck out like a sore thumb, but he didn't care. He knew there were only a few places in the world that his spirits couldn't find someone, and he was afraid, deathly afraid, his sister was in one of them. It took him several weeks; tracking her down was difficult because of the place she was in. If a person tried to think of a place where magic would become dirty and corrupted, a forced prostitution ring would spring to mind easily. Once he had his 'appointment' with her, he entered the room trying to figure how to get her out. He was too late. The surgery was subtle, but it was clear that this wasn't his sister anymore. He thought as he pressed the knife to her neck that he saw a moment of recognition, but he considered that he wanted her to recognize him, and that it was all in his head. She was safe now, but he had been too late to save her.

Metatype: Ork (20 BP)
Attributes: (220 BP total)

Qualities (Net -17.5 BP)

Spells (21 BP):

Skills (128 BP):

Gear (12 BP, 55,000 )

Contacts (17 BP):