Name: Harper Price
Metatype: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 25

Description

Harper looks like the quintessential little sister or girl-next-door type. Her auburn hair is in a short pixie-cut, and there’s a splash of freckles across her nose and cheeks. She has a heart-shaped face and wide, large hazel eyes. The bio and cyber implants keep Harper looking like a rather athletic civilian as opposed to someone who kills for a living.


Attributes

Body: 4
Agility: 5 (7)
Reaction: 5 (9)
Strength: 3 (5)
Charisma: 2
Intuition: 4
Logic: 2
Willpower: 3

Edge: 4

Initiative: 9 (13)
Passes: 1 (3)

Essence: 0.84


Qualities

Ambidextrous (-5)
Perceptive I (-5)

Hung Out to Dry (+15*)
Enemy 2 (+15*)
Lost Loved One (+7.5*) (Child she gave up)
Big Regret (+7.5*) (Giving up her kid)


Active Skills

Automatics: 5
Longarms: 5
Athletics Group: 3
Close Combat Group: 4
Dodge: 4
Perception: 4
Infiltration: 2
First Aid: 2
Shadowing: 2


Knowledge Skills

Spanish: 4
Japanese: 3
English: N

Security Procedures: 2
Street Drugs: 4
Clothing/Fashion Design: 4
Shadowrunner Hangouts: 2


Implants and Augmentations

Ultrasound Sensor (Alpha)
Hand Razors (Alpha)
Muscle Toner Rating 2 (Alpha)
Muscle Augmentation Rating 2 (Alpha)
Skillwires Rating 3 (Alpha)
Wired Reflexes II (Standard)
Reaction Enhancer Rating 2 (Alpha)

Cybereye Rating 3 (Alpha) (11/12)
- Flare Compensation
- Vision Enhancement 3
- Low-Light Vision
- Thermographic Vision
- Imagelink/Recorder
- Smartlink


Gear
None
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Contacts
(Pre Hung-Out-to-Dry)

Numbers |Fixer| (Loyalty 3, Connections 3)
Harper’s fixer from the old days, a surprisingly urbane troll with a soft spot for young girls in a tough spot. He and the razor girl worked together for the entirety of Harper’s time in the shadows.

Bruno Kruger |Weapons Dealer and Armorer|(Loyalty 2, Connections 4)
Kruger and Harper have done business for about five years. They met through a friend of a friend of Numbers and Zero. The arms dealer thinks that Harper is careless and that special kind of stupid that only comes with youth. Harper thinks Kruger is a crotchety old fogey. But, they’ve done a lot of business in the past, enough to exchange a small dance of banter every time Harper goes shopping.

Harper’s life is all but a long list of bad decisions and poor planning. The girl was born to a single mother, Caitlin Price, joining two older brothers and an older sister. She was a mediocre student at best—when her single mother still made an effort to force Harper to pay any attention to the educational sims. Harper barely learned the bare minimum of literacy and arithmetic. Even then, it was painfully obvious that she was not a bright child.

Exhausted by trying to keep her family fed and clothed, Caitlin soon gave up on trying to get her youngest some form of education. Harper spent her childhood playing in the streets, or following around whichever older sibling was supposed to be watching her that day. Years passed. Life happened. The younger of Harper’s older brothers, Philip, had a late goblinization that he didn’t adjust well to. Harper’s older sister, Samantha, left town one day and never returned.

After that, it was all a broken string of events. Philip and Scott donning gang colors. Scott losing an eye. Their mother losing first one job, then the other, succumbing to the bottle and then to alcohol poisoning. Harper taking up her brothers’ colors. The fights. The parties. A woman named Zero who was elegant and graceful and dangerous like a trid-star anti-hero, but even better. A woman named Zero asking Harper if she’d heard anything about a man who passed by recently. A woman named Zero who was everything Harper had ever dreamed of being.

Even faster: the drinking, the experiments with drugs, chats with Zero that turned into keeping watch for Zero and her posse. The errands that seemed so thrilling and adventurous because Harper was finally figuring out what kind of person Zero might be. The gang fights. Harper’s first knife. Harper’s first gun. Harper’s first kill. And so it went on until one day, at the age of sixteen, Harper realized that she’d missed two periods.

Philip and Scott helped Harper scrounge up enough money to see a local street doctor. But, by the time all of the complications were handled, the cesarean-section complete, and unconscious Harper’s faceless baby given up, it wasn’t enough. Philip took out a loan to save his sister’s life—which Harper didn't find out until half way through her recovery. A few words from the street doc and Zero netted the girl a few easy jobs to start helping Philip pay back those loans.

Three years later, the loans were all paid back and then some. But, by then Harper had taken out her own loans for implants. It wasn’t until she was twenty-two that Ms. Price became haunted by the child she gave up, even as she worked as a hired thug for a group of shadowrunners. By then, Zero and her team had already left the shadows. Those that lived had found there little piece of property in somewhere warm to live out the rest of their days.

Four years after that, Harper finally paid of the last of her debt, and had amassed a tidy little nest egg. She could leave the shadows. She could retire. She could go back home. She could track down the baby she gave up nine years ago and take care of it. Maybe she’d even go to school, get a respectable job. Life was looking up for Harper after one last big heist.

She remembers gearing up for the run. But, after that, it’s a bit hazy. Then hazier. And then it’s all a Laes-induced nothing until the razor girl wakes up, weeks gone from her memory. Harper had nothing on her: no guns, no knives, no armor, no comlink. Her bank account with that tidy little nest egg is frozen, she’s coming off of the worst high ever, and she’s chained up to some sorry looking chicas in some hell-hole.