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 likes to call it the "Wolfclaw".

Tommy G came out of the warehouse and walked up to Matto.. Jumping down from the poly-fiber crate by the rusted chain link fence, Matto flashed Tommy the all clear sign and walked over to meet him. As he approached, he could see the mobster smiling and knew the deal had gone well.
“ No trouble, Omae?” Matto asked.
“Null sheen, Chummer,” the Troll replied. He slapped Matto on the shoulder. “ Fish in a barrel my friend, Fish in a barrel.”
“ So what was the game this time? Ares bearer bonds? Unicorn horns? Or maybe a “Photographic” evidence that The Big D is alive and living on an island in the Carib league with Jet Black and Elvis.”
The Troll laughed “Comrade, you wound me!! My honor is dented! I , Stalks- The- Buffalo, last surviving great,great, great, great ,great grandson of Sitting Bull am offended! Is it my fault that I have fallen on hard times and must sell off my families heirlooms?”
Matto laughed” Oh, so your family is named “made in Belarus? Cause thats whats written on the crates you had me dump two hours ago!”
Tommy grinned” That's why I hire you, Matto. You got brains. Now, here's your cut and lets get out of here in case Slug didn't get all the stickers off of the merchandise again”
Matto took the credstick the troll offered and asked” Hey, could I catch a ride to the stuffer?”
“ For you, my good friend, any thing!” Tommy replied as he headed for the Bulldog step van.

The Stuffer Shack™ was the last one surviving on the edge of the Redmond barrens. It's threadbare appearance fit in perfect with the surrounding decay and the district offices referred to it as “ Fort Apache; the barrens”. It was a place where employees were sent as punishment and the service the customers received(or didn't receive would be more accurate) would put the corporate suits into an instant coranary. But it survived because even the down and out scum of the barrens had to have a place to get their SoySloppies and Rio Del Fuego Burrito supremo.

Matto turned his MCT SonixDBT earbuds volume up as he approached the front sliding doors. He flashed his tusks at the filth encrusted human in robes standing outside. The mans mouth moved but the hardcore beat of Karnivel of Korpses drowned out the obviously insane mans rant..Ignoring him, Matto flashed his SIN at the door and walked in. The nutter followed him in, although Matto didn't notice as he was already trying to decide on weather to have a couple of RDF's or go hog wild and just get the “Troll Pleezer” 40cm chili cheese dog.

Punching the button on the soy dispenser for the cheese dog, he grabbed a 2 liter cup and filled it with SooFrosty™Berry Strawberry slush and as he had a connection to the matrix here, began checking out the digital books at Bernice and Mobies virtual bookstore.

The crazy old guy had given up on Matto and was badgering the clerk now. He waved his hands and banged on the glass booth. In a better neighborhood, the clerk would have already pushed the PanicButton™ and would have authorities on the way. Here though, the clerk just flipped him the bird and laughed from the safety of the 8cm bullet proof glass.

Matto had just decided to purchase “Shatner's Complete Book of Famous Quotes” from the bookstore when the Old man clambered atop the Condom dipenser and started hollering. Amused, Matto turned his earbuds down to enjoy the show.

“AND ,BEHOLD, HIS WRATH SHALL BE AS A GREAT STORM!! THUNDER AND LIGHTNING SHALL STRIKE THE UNBELEIVERS AND DEATH SHALL WALK WITH THE LION OF JUDAH . THE SINNERS WILL BE BROUGHT LOW WITH HIS BLAZING SWORD AND THE SEAS SHALL BOIL!!!” The scrawny figure screamed and flailed his arms. Matto turned back to the AR window and hit the download button for his new book just as the loonie exploded, lightning bounced around and arched throughout the building and then the lights went out.

Matto regained his senses sometime later. Shaking his head, he looked around at the convienence store. The lights flickered on and off. The old man was no where to be seen. The SPU spit out his meal, He refilled his drink and walked to the counter. In the booth, the clerk sat, aparently catatonic. Matto tipped his cup at him and said
”Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens...JRR Tolkien” He furrowed his brow for a second, took a bite of the dog and shrugging his shoulders walked through the open, shattered front door and stepped over the broken glass and into the night

6d6.hits(5) → [3,3,5,4,1,2] = (1)
6d6.hits(5) → [6,6,3,6,6,1] = (4)
6d6.hits(5) → [1,2,3,2,2,1] = (0)
6d6.hits(5) → [1,1,2,5,5,4] = (2)
6d6.hits(5) → [5,5,6,6,6,2] = (5)
6d6.hits(5) → [4,2,4,2,5,3] = (1)

Alex is something of an oddity among the residents of Low-Down, since he was born with a legitimate UCAS SIN. Born to a mid-ranking officer and his stay-at-home wife, Alex grew up in Fort Lewis, though he spent a lot of time with the elves of Tarislar due to his mother, who was the child of elves who had dreamed of reaching Tir Tairngire, and was thus determined that her son would grow up being exposed to his 'elven heritage'. As a result of this, the base guards were used to Alex coming and going with some regularity, and the soldiers in his neighbourhood began to take advantage of this. Initially, they would simply ask him to deliver letters to off-base sweethearts and occasional bets to bookies that operated in Tarislar. As he grew older, however, the nature of what he smuggled changed, and by the age of seventeen he was smuggling drugs, booze, and weaponry for the soldiers inside the base, getting his supplies from a Princes-affiliated dealer by the name of Remy. This arrangement would most likely have continued unchanged, were it not for Tempo. As the balance of power shifted, old dealers found themselves fighting a losing battle, and Alex was one of those caught in the middle; he had no desire to become a Tempo mule, but his position within the old order was far from secure. Things came to a head when he was jumped by a group of The Princes who had affiliated themselves with the Tempo kingpins of the area, and had been given instructions to teach ostensibly neutral individuals such as Alex how dangerous their stance was. After several days of hide and seek throughout the slums surrounding Tarislar they were closing in on Alex, when a fortuitously timed Lone Star crackdown allowed him to slip away in the confusion. Realizing he was no longer safe at either Fort Lewis or Tarislar, he fled deeper into the Barrens, finding himself in Low-Down, where he offered his services as a courier to the Loveland Dozen, trading his skill set for the protection of being in a gang, as he knew it would only be a matter of time before the gangers he had earlier evaded came looking for him.

Name: Alex Brooker

Metatype: Elf (30BP)

Attributes: (150 BP)

Body - 3
Agility - 3
Reaction - 4
Strength 3
Charisma - 3
Intuition - 4
Logic - 3
Willpower - 3
Edge - 1


Essence - 6
Initiative -
Initiative Passes -
Physical Damage Track -
Stun Damage Track -

Active Skills: (88 BP)

Negotiation - 2
Con - 2
Etiquette - 2
Blades - 1
Pistols - 3
Longarms - 2
Pilot Ground Craft - 3
Automotive Mechanic - 2
Dodge - 1
Shadowing - 1
Palming - 1
Navigation - 1
Thrown Weapons - 1

Language Skills:

English: N
Sperethiel - 2

Knowledge Skills: (24 free BP)

UCAS Military History - 3
Barrens Gangs - 3
Smuggler Lore - 4
Seattle Smugglers - 3
Military Police Procedure - 3
Poker - 2
Aggrotech Music - 2

Qualities:

Ambidextrous (5BP)
Toughness (10BP)
Hawkeye (5BP)
SINner (+5BP)

Equipment: (6BP - 30, 000)

Cougar Fineblade (short)
Walther Palm Pistol
w/ hidden arm slide & 20 rounds of regular ammo
Savalette Guardian
w/ top mounted laser sight, quick-draw holster, 120 rounds of explosive ammo (in clips)
Defiance T-250
w/ sling, top-mounted lowlight flashlight, 40 rounds of flechette ammo
Leather Jacket
Armour Vest
Helmet
5 Smoke Grenades
5 Flashbangs
Sony Emperor Commlink
w/ Renraku Ichi OS, AR Gloves, Rating 1 Goggles
Automotive Kit
Thundercloud Contrail
Hyundai Shin-Hyung



Contacts: (11 BP)

Sgt. Alicia Hudson (Connection 2/Loyalty 2) (Meta: Human)

Sgt. Hudson is part of Fort Lewis' MP detachment, and is usually found at one of the base entrances, overseeing the MP detachment guarding it. She was Alex's main contact with the MPs, and could often be persuaded to overlook the contents of his vehicle for the right price, though she is loyal to the army in her way and will draw the line at attempts to smuggle in weaponry or explosives. She also has a love of genuine whisky, which is what Alex tended to bribe her with whenever attempting to move goods through her checkpoint.

Neil 'Normal' Byron (Connection 2/Loyalty 2) (Meta: Human)

'Normal' is the owner of a quasi-legal courier company operating from the edge of Loveland that changes its name on an almost weekly basis, but is usually referred to simply as 'Normals' by the freelancers that work for him. Asking no questions and refusing no customers, Normal makes his living by having anything delivered anywhere, though getting them into secure or more upmarket areas will cost extra. Alex goes to Normal for the occasional job when money is slow, or if he's looking for the latest gossip from other freelance couriers in the area.

'Upgrade' (Connection 2/Loyalty 1) (Meta: Troll)

'Upgrade' is a local chop-shop owner operating out of a string of mechanic shops scattered throughout the Barrens. Professing no allegiance to any gang, Upgrade sells his wares and expertise to anyone that can meet his prices. The only known way to get in good with him is that he has a great love of Urban Brawl, so any juicy rumours about the players or odds on an upcoming match might make him like you. Maybe.