Background
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For the first time in many years, Alex had a genuine smile on his face. He stood in the middle of the street with an angry husband screaming at him. It only took a moment before the guy’s gun was out and in Alex’s face. All he could do was smile.
‘Finally,’ he thought.
“You fucked my wife I’m going to blow your fucking head off!”
Alex simply continued to stand there and stare the man in the eyes, smiling.
“What? You don’t think I’m fucking serious?!”
“Fuck you, cunt.” Alex responded. “Your wife fucked me because you are not man enough to satisfy her lustful cravings. She moaned like a whore for me and I didn’t even have to pay her. So pull the fucking trigger and let’s get this shit over with.”
The man just blinked for a minute and slightly lowered the gun before pulling it back up. Alex rolled his eyes and sighed before drawing his Colt Asp. He made no effort to point it at the man, simply pointed it into the sky and emptied the six-round cylinder into his hand. One shell he put back in the cylinder snapped into place as he clicked it back over, the rest of the shells in his pocket. Alex pulled the hammer back and gave the cylinder a spin.
“I tell you what. Since you appear to be too big of a cunt of a man to stand up for your piece of ass and dignity, I’ll help.”
Alex put the barrel of the Asp to his own temple.
“On the count of three, we both pull the trigger. Alright?”
The man stammered and started to speak, but Alex raised a finger to silence. “One. Two…”
The road was dead silent until Alex said three and pulled the trigger of the Asp. The sound of the hammer falling on an empty chamber seemed to echo in his ears. He sighed and looked at the man across from him.
“You didn’t pull the fucking trigger. We were supposed to be in this together. But I tell you what. I’m going to wire you my commlink info. You contact me next time you need a man to fuck your slut of a wife like she needs or if you ever grow the balls to kill the man who is fucking your slut of a wife like she needs.” Alex reached around the guy’s gun and patted his cheek. “You take care now. Relax, amigo. You’ll live longer.”
With that, Alex turned and fished the rest of the rounds from his pocket and reloaded the gun as he walked away. As he walked away he spun on his heel, “Oh yeah, make sure you have some fucking liquor in the place before I come over again.”
He turned once again on the pavement and continued off down the road. The latino man looked fairly rough around the edges as he began to walk his latest come-down off. Once again he could hear the whispers at the edge of his mind. Alex stopped and tilted his head, studying a building beside him intently. He could clearly see the data flow pouring into it like so much acidic rain from the skies over Caracas.
Alex was young when the Matrix started calling out to him, whispering his name as he tried to survive in the streets of Caracas. He quite thoroughly believed he was going mad from the stress of living on the streets as a child. That was until some neighborhood squatters sold out the kid who was able to mess with electronics with his mind. He was swept up off the streets by a corp and studied. This period of time also saw him being tutored on different aspects of electronics, the Matrix, and data-flow. It did not take him long to realize he was not insane. Not yet anyways.
The Black IC he ran into in a supposedly secure node took care of that. The backlash of feedback over-rode into his neural pathways and caused a change in the chemistry of his brain. He developed a great paranoia of run ins with Black IC and drastic mood-swings that would carry on for days at a time. Eventually the corp wrote him off as a loss, pat his head, and pushed him out the backdoor.
Now he crashes at a local brothel where he works for the place off and on, fixing whatever minor technical problems might come up. Periodically the Madame puts him on to a job that needs worked locally, but he has yet to really pursue running in the shadows. His downtime is spent pissing away his money on prostitutes and drugs as he waits to die. Like many before him, he had tried to take his own life. Only once. With a loaded gun under his chin and pulling the trigger.
Though the bullet did not go off, it led to a metaphorical death. A death of the ability to care about tomorrow, or the week after, or a year after. Alex has largely become lost to apathy though he still passes his soberish time with working to understand the gifts he still has.
Description
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Alex stands about 5’7” and is not at all imposing. He is fairly skinny and does not appear to have any visible cybernetics. His head is shaved bald and he usually shaves his face when he can control the blade well enough to not butcher himself. His arms are covered over in several cuts and scratches, wounds he inflicted on himself in his deepest bouts of depression to see if he could still feel anything anymore. For all intents and purposes, he’s a pretty normal average looking individual. His personality shines through when he lets it, but most of the time he’s simply too apathetic to care what the person he’s talking to thinks of him. His business mentality is much different though. He does not do incapacitating drugs and does the absolute best that he possibly can on any given work. He realizes other peoples’ lives may hang in the balance. While he doesn’t give a shit whether he lives or dies, he does not want to be responsible for the death of someone that wasn’t deserving.
Profile
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Name: Alex
Alias: Phantom
Metatype: Human
Sex: M
Age: 28
Nationality: Caracas National
Lifestyle: Squatter
Nuyen: 50
Karma Spent:
Street Cred:
Notoriety:
Public Awareness:
Attributes
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Body: 2
Agility: 2
Reaction: 2
Strength: 1
Charisma: 5
Intuition: 4
Logic: 5
Willpower: 4
Edge: 3 (1/3)
Resonance: 6
Essence: 6.00
Initiative: 6
Initiative Passes: 1
Phys CM: 9
Stun CM: 10
Qualities
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+5 Mild Addiction: Bliss
+15 Scorched
+15 Bipolar
-5 Analytical Mind
(+2 Dice Pool to Logic Tests involving pattern recognition, evidence analysis, clue hunting, solving puzzles. +2 Dice Pool Modifier to Data Search, Software, and Threading tests.
-5 Technomancer
Stream: Sourceror (Fading: Logic + Resonance)
Sprites: Code, Courier, Crack, Data, Machine
Active Skills
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G - Influence: 3
Computers: 4
Data Search: 3
Hardware: 3
Software: 3
Cybercombat: 2
Electronic Warfare: 5
Hacking: 5
Pistols: 4
Compiling: 3
Registering: 3
Knowledge Skills
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Spanish: Native
English: 3
Portuguese: 3
Street: Street Drugs: 4
Street: Gang Markings: 3
Street: Active Nodes: Caracas: 3
Interest: Matrix Games: 4
Interest: Matrix Security: 4
Interest: Resonance Lore: 3
Matrix Crap
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Living Persona
Firewall: 4
Response: 4 (+1 in Full VR)
Signal: 3
System: 5
Biofeedback Filter: 5
VR Matrix Init: 9
VR Matrix Init Passes: 3
Sprites
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- Machine Sprite - Tasks: 2
- Code Sprite - Tasks: 3
Complex Forms
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Smartlink: 1
Analyze: 4
Browse: 4
Edit: 4
Scan: 4
Armor: 4
Shield: 3
Decrypt: 4
Exploit: 5
Sniffer: 4
Spoof: 4
Stealth: 5
Contacts
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Camila - Loyalty 3 / Connection 2
Camila and Alex enjoy a fairly professional relationship that goes a bit beyond professional courtesy. Her motivations are mostly selfish because Alex is able to contribute quite a bit more than an average John that comes through the front doors. She took notice of him when he stumbled out of a room with one of the girls and took a seat in the front room of the place. After listening to her and a couple of the girls arguing over a locked credstick a John had paid with, he had stumbled over. He picked it up and stared at it for a little while, completely lost in thought. It was not until some minutes later he blinked and sat the unlocked credstick back on the counter.
“There ya go,” he said quietly.
“How did you do that without your commlink? Or is it internal?”
“What do you mean? My commlink is in my pocket.”
This caused the three women to start laughing at him. He blinked in confusion and went to put his hand in his pocket. Then looked down to realize he had once again, forgotten his clothes.
“FUCKING BLISS!” He exclaimed as he stumbled bare assed, back up to the room to retrieve his clothing.
Though the man appeared to be a wreck much of the time, he was excellent with her technology and spent most of his money in her brothel. In return for his help, she lets him crash in a small room in the back of the establishment.
Hammer - Loyalty 1 / Connection 2
Hammer is a street fixer of small repute. Alex buys his Bliss and sometimes ammunition from him as he enjoys a moderately decent reputation for not offering crap product.
Resources and Gear
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Armor Vest (6/4)
Colt Asp
Colt Manhunter
Erika Elite (Commlink) (Res 3/Sig 4)
-Iris Orb (3/3)
Data chips (50)