Seti "Seth" Banoub is the grandchild of Semetic Egyptian immigrants. Born in early 2043, he's watched some of the most technologically amazing progressions mankind has ever made arrive, without ever taking part. But growing up is hard for a brown-skinned elf kid, and he soon retreated into the comforts of science fiction, comic books, and tabletop wargaming. These escapes led Seti to believe he could accomplish more with his life, and so, upon finding out that his parents couldn't pay for college, Seti was inspired, in 2059, to join a unnamed militia group that purported to "fight back" against the Corps that had so devastated the planet and ground people's lives into a messy paste-like...paste.

The militia taught Seti to shoot, and how to hide, just before they themselves were liquified by parties unknown. While Seti wasn't the only survivor, he was the only one who remained in Seattle. Because some of his skills are hard to come by, he is able to get a job as a security guard for a local hospital. His initial supervisor, a dwarf, was a sullen and unlikable metahuman, and resurged a childhood-taught and racial prejudice.

After his father finally passes away from a viral infection of the heart in 2068, Seti feels free to be himself, and starts visiting nightclubs of all manner, looking for love. It is at one of these nightclubs that he bumps into a besuited man, who seems to know too much about Seti, and who offers him a week's pay to watch some trideo-like action through the scope of a rifle. Who could pass that up?

Several runs later, Seti is caught in some crossfire as the team he is working with is decimated. He staggers towards the hospital where he works, looking for a doctor, but is found by Dahlia Bekhit, instead. The fellow Egyptian patches him up, and yanks him into her life, using him as a role-model for her younger brother, Asim, and as an entrance into the world of shadows.

Since meeting Dahlia, and seeing her at work, Seti has grown increasingly paranoid that someday--without warning--Dahlia will decide to infect him with some strange venom, or something, just to see what happens. He likes Asim, generally, and thinks that Dahlia is pretty, but lives in a near-constant state of terror at what should could--accidentally--do to him.

Name: Seti Banoub
Streetname: Seth
Metatype: Elf
Sex: Male
Age: 29
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Nuyen: 635
Lifestyle: Middle
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Total Karma: 0
Current Karma: 0
Street Cred: 0
Notoriety: 0
Public Awareness: 0
Essence: 6.00

Body: 3
Agility: 6
Reaction: 5 (7)
Strength: 3
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Charisma: 3
Intuition: 4
Logic: 4
Willpower: 3
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Intiative: 9
Init Passes: 1
Edge: 1
Special Atts: 0

Black Market Pipeline - Weapons (10)
Blandness (10)
Lightning Reflexes (15)
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Paranoid - Infected by Dahlia (+5)
Day Job (2500 /20hrs) - Hospital Security Guard (+10)
SINner - Standard (+5)
Prejudiced (Specific, Outspoken: Dwarves) (+10)

Firearms Group: 4
Stealth Group: 4
Athletics Group: 3
Outdoors Group: 2
Dodge: 2
Perception: 4

Procedure (Security): 3
Design (Firearms): 3
Law: 2
Sniper Perches: 4
Navigation (Hospital Routes): 2
Nightclubs: 2
Gay Nightclubs: 2
Comic Books: 2
Tabletop Wargaming: 1
Scrimshaw: 1
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English: N
Egyptian: 1
Arabic: 1

Afareen Javaherian - Armorer [L:1 C:2]
An Iranian-American woman on the lowest rung of the family-business ladder, Afareen only escapes constantly disappointing her father because she continuously supplies a few very loyal customers.
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"Jeremy" - Club Owner [L:1 C:1]
The owner of a semi-popular nightclub, The Standing Domino, Jeremy puts off decidedly ambiguous vibes. While always willing to compliment a new suit, or flirt playfully, he never seems serious about what he's saying. He and Seti bonded over a slow night at the club, when they found themselves at the same table, drinking champagne until long after the club was supposed to close.

***Vehicle***
Yamaha Growler
+Run Flat Tires

***Weapons***
Ranger Arms SM-4 [8P, SA, 1RC, 15©]
+Silencer
+Imaging Scope
+Rigid Stock
+Shockpad
+Disassemblable
+Tripod
+3 Mags Regular Ammo (45)
+1 Mag EX-Explosive Ammo (15)
+1 Mag Hollow-Point Ammo (15)
+Body Armor Bag [6/2]

Ceska Black Scorpion [4P, SA/BF, 1RC, 35©]
+Integral Folding Stock
+1 Mag Regular Ammo (35)

***Armor***
Street Clothes [0/0]

Leather Jacket [2/2]

Form-Fitting Body Armor Shirt [3/0]

Chameleon Suit [6/4]
Applies a -4 dice pool modifier to Perception Tests to see the wearer.

***Survival***
Survival Kit

Combat Load Vest

Smart Canteen (1L)

Ration Pouch (3 days)

Barometric Sensor

***B&E Gear***
Autopicker (R3)

Sequencer

***Medical***
Biomonitor

Long Haul (10 doses)

Hi, you can call me Silk, although my real name is Suzanna, or Ana for short. My life was great until about eighteen months ago, but I’m getting ahead of myself, so I guess I should start with what I look like?

I’m tall for a human, although not for an orc I suppose. The only signs of any orcish nature however are slightly pointed ears and lower canines that any real orc would be ashamed of (and dense bones which means I’m more robust than I look). Like my Mum I had a late genetic expression and look and feel human (not that orcs aren’t, that isn’t what I mean at all, but it’s a perception thing). I’ve been told that I pass for a fairly pretty human and I’ve put that to use on occasion when looks have been able to swing things my way. I also don’t appear to age in the same way that an orc would so although I’m nearly twenty I haven’t yet seen the unfortunate decline that some orcs go through about now… in fact I’m not sure where the genetic markers fall and I’m certainly not worrying about it given everything else that’s going on in my life.

I’m a third gen runner and have been surrounded by runners from birth. Despite what the trids might have you believe I think that I probably turned out more balanced than most of the other street drek that populate the shadows. When I was born my Dad was a runner, like Granddad, and Mum was working as a surveillance operative for the Feds. I don’t know much of the background of how they met, and it’s too late to ask now, but whilst they loved each other it was a Romeo and Juliet relationship doomed by the divide between the shadows and the light. I’ve still got a holo of my Dad, he was a handsome orc from Europe and now I don’t even know if he’s alive or dead…

Mum became a runner herself after some disagreement with the Bureau that meant she felt she could no longer work for them. She took, or was given, the handle ‘Mother’ although not because she was one, and teamed up with a number of people over the years until she met Bale and started Balefire. For myself, I was helping run overwatch by the time I was twelve and I was trusted to take part in the less dangerous runs when I was fifteen.

We bounced about for the early parts of my life, living out of an RV surrounded by the various technological debris that were Mum’s trade. I think we must have crossed the UCAS at least twice in search of work but we eventually felt the pull of Seattle and came back home… I almost wish we hadn’t now. The fallout of Mum’s involvement with the Feds seemed to have blown over and she reforged her rep here whilst I spent my time tinkering with her toys and learning from the matrix and the various runners that felt the need to teach me something.

My aptitude for tech meant that when the time came Mum insisted that I get a proper education and as I had a SIN it was easy enough to win a place at Seattle U to study electrical engineering. Evo sponsored my course and although there were some reservations about taking a corps money in such a public and open way we figured in the end that it could serve our purposes in a ‘hide in plain sight’ kind of way. I can honestly say that I excelled at my studies, at least the theoretical stuff, and I’m not ashamed to say that I have blatantly used what I’ve been taught to further my skills in the shadows.

…And then it all went bad when things seemed so perfect. I don’t yet know the full story behind what happened, although I’m determined to find out, but someone targeted Balefire for something we had done or for some other reason lost in the shadows…and Mum was killed…I found her in a pool of her own cold blood…I’m sorry, it’s still painful to think about…

…And so here I am. The last eighteen months have been rough and I’ve slowly slipped down the shadow evolutionary ladder and been getting more and more behind on my college work. I need to get back on track, but whenever I think about doing anything about it things seem to get on top of me. Aria has pulled me along and stopped me from sinking too low but I know this is something I now need to deal with myself. The pain is less and it is slowly being replaced with a burning desire to find out exactly what happened and why!



Contacts:
Aria is my sanity, which is ironic as she appears on the matrix as a glowing ten year old girl with a mischievous streak as wide as the Aztechnology pyramid! She doesn’t seem to be in to responsibility but she looks after her friends and I’m very glad to be one of them. She was Balefire’s hacker and only just escaped the destruction that was rained down on us. She has withdrawn herself from the active shadows but keeps her ear to the ground and delights in dredging up obscure information and secrets.

Mr Bishop is a worthy paragon of academia, full of the joys of books (real ones), research and applied hard work. He’s also on occasion a nasty lecherous old man but as his contacts are solid and he’s never actually done anything about it I let it slide. Somehow he knew that I was an active part of the shadows, even though I don’t think it has ever been discussed, and I suppose that has contributed to the respect I have for him. He is a good source of information and on occasion shadow work.

Uncle Cannon is a figure from my dim and distant past, from when I was a little girl and before Balefire. Cannon was the team leader of Mum’s first runner team, a former merc turned samurai. I remember him is an imposing gruff man but one who always had time for me. When Frank Bishop retired, Cannon took over his business as an arms and technology dealer and part time shadow fixer. Until recently I haven’t thought about him much as he’s another reminder of the past but with my step back in to the shadows I have need of a reliable source of tech and possibly work.

Basics BPs 20
Name: Susanna Waters
Street Handle: Silk
Metatype: Orc
Sex: Female
DOB: 2052
Matrix Icon: Sylph in flowing silks

Attributes BPs 190
Body 4
Agility 5
Reaction 4
Strength 3
Charisma 4
Intuition 5
Logic 4
Willpower 3

Special Attributes BPs 50
Edge 2
Magic/Res 5 (4)
Initiative 9
Essence 5.2

Skills BPs 136
Climbing 1 (+1)
Gymnastics 4
Running 1
Electronics Group 2 (Comp & Hardware +1)
Pistols 4
Con 1
Etiquette 2
Infiltration 6
Shadowing 2
Dodge 4
Perception 4

Knowledge
Computer Sciences 5
Electronic Engineering 5
Physics 3
Matrix Games 4
Matrix Rumours 3
Seattle Shadows 3
Orzet 2
Cityspeak 2

Qualities BPs 10
Adept
Human Looking

Negative Qualities BPs -35
Matrix Addiction – moderate
Day job (uni student)
Pacifist (Likely to be changed to a different -5BP quality due to circumstances in Emerging…)
Records on file (corp sponsor for uni)
SINer

Resources 70,000¥ BPs 11

Contacts BPs 15

Mr Bishop - University Librarian / Info Broker 3 / 3
Aria - Hacker 5 / 4

Cloak 2
Eidetic Sense Memory
Flexibility 2
Freefall 2
Great Leap 2
Improved Skill 1 – Climbing
Improved Skill 1 – Hardware
Improved Skill 1 – Computer
Memory Displacement
Multi-Tasking

Datajack
Orientation System (Alpha)
Math SPU (Alpha, Sequencer 4 built in, some sort of fuse to stop a surge frying her brain)
Image Link
Cyberears 1 (Alpha) + Damper + Increased Sensitivity
Smuggling Compartment (for maglock pass key and some sort of screwdriver…)

Yamaha Pulsar + internal smartlink + 10 darts
Morrissey Élan + internal smartlink + 15 capsule rounds (DMSO+narcojet)

Full suit form fitting + ruthenium coating + thermal damping 3

Transys Avalon + Iris Orb + Biometric Reader + Hot sim module
FTL Matrixware Net Wizard program suit + Firewall 3 + Decrypt 4 + 2 VR games

Fake SIN 3
1 mnth low lifestyle

Glasses + Flare Compensation + Smartlink + Vision Enhancement 2

Electronics tool kit
Autopicker 6
Maglock Passkey 4
Monofilament Chainsaw
Grapple Gun + stealth rope
2 Nanopaste Disguise small
Glasscutter

2 Toyota MK-Centipedes (wireless off, 20m fibre optic spool)
595¥ remaining

Rhodes Rashburne is the oldest of seventeen children, having just turned 22 years old; his next oldest sibling, Alexander, is only 14. Both is parents -- both orks -- are still alive and kicking, trying to make a life in the rough and tumble Loveland neighborhood of Puyallup. Rhodes was pulled into the local gang life early (he was taken into the ork-dominated Ragers gang at the tender age of 12), and has fought his way up through the ranks with fearless, stubbornness, and brute force. His best friend Angron is now the gang's leader, and Roadie sits at his right hand.

Roadie, however, isn't your quintessential ganger. Though he is loyal to his brothers and sisters, he sees the gang as more of an extended family or group of friends rather than truly buying into their revenge-for-the-Night-of-Rage party line. He uses the gang violence of this lifestyle to accrue money and physical goods which he passes off to his family to keep his parents and the kids in food and clothes. Both of his parents are solid Roman Catholics so his mother refuses Rhodes' gifts if they are stolen; his father, though, is rather more pragmatic. They tried to raise him to avoid violence and all the other sins of the world, but the only thing that really stuck with Roadie is an aversion to drugs (though he's all about knocking back a beer whenever the opportunity presents itself).

After he started stocking up on cyberware, he got in touch with a low-level fixer and is trying to set himself up as a shadowrunner. He wants to make enough money to dig his parents out of their shit-hole lifestyle in one of the worst parts of town, and anything left over is just gravy for himself.

Rhodes is a big slab of muscle, standing seven feet tall and weighing in well over two hundred pounds -- closer to two-fifty -- and none of it is fat. He dresses in ripped-up, dirty blue jeans and various tee-shirts and wife-beaters, usually with his black armored jacket on, proudly displaying the fist-and-flame icon of the Ragers, topped off with a black bandana drawn tight around his shaved head. His lack of charisma is really more due to his uncaring attitude and violence-first demeanor, though his ork-ness is unmistakable -- he's lantern-jawed with prominent tusks.

He has a tendency to crack his knuckles when he's bored or ready to fight, and can do so repeatedly just by flexing his fists. He has a thing for vintage Wild West flats and trids, especially Clint Eastwood; his favorite is Tombstone. As an homage to these past heroes, he wears his six-gun (actually an eight-gun, but who's counting?) low on his leg, in easy reach should he need to start blasting.

Attributes:
Metatype: Ork
Body: 5 (
Agility: 4 (6)
Reaction: 3 (5)
Strength: 6 (
Charisma: 2
Intuition: 4
Logic: 2
Willpower: 4
Edge: 2
Essence: 2.9

Qualities:
Guts
High Pain Tolerance 2
Toughness
Mild Addition to Alcohol
Simsense Vertigo

Skills:
Close Combat Group 3
Automotive Mechanic 2
Dodge 3
Intimidation 4
Perception 3
Pilot Ground Craft 2 (Bikes +2)
Running 2
Survival 2 (Urban +2)
Automatics 2
Longarms 2
Pistols 3 (Revolvers +2)

Seattle Gangs 3
Wild West Trids 3
Seattle Street Docs 2
Thrash Metal 3
Combat Biker Stats 2

English: N
Or'zet 3
Spanish 2

Muscle Replacement 2
Reaction Enhancers 2
Plastic Bone Lacing

Harley-Davidson Scorpion
Knife
Cavalier Deputy with:
- Increased Cylinder
- Underbarrel Laser Sight
- Personalized Grip
- Custom Look 2
- Quick Draw Holster
- 40x rounds of Hollow Point ammo in speed loaders
HK MP-5 TX with:
- 100x Explosive rounds in five clips
Sony Emperor Commlink with:
- Red Cap Nix OS
- Browse 2
- Edit 2
- Headphones
Fake SIN (Rating 3)
Fake Driver's License (Rating 4)
Fake Firearm License (Cavalier Deputy, Rating 4)
Squatter Lifestyle, 6 months

Gang Leader -- Roadie is a member of the Ragers, and a close friend and lieutenant of the gang's leader, Angron. He's just as big an ork as Roadie is and is quite a bit angrier, to boot.
[/b]Joy Girl[/b] -- The ork street-walker who goes by Tatiana isn't exactly a friend of Roadie's, but he's been a decent client in the past and seems willing to look out for her when business gets thin. Hey, money is money.
Street Doc -- Marcus Derringer might be a human, but he's at least a decent sort, and even gave Roadie a first-timer's discount when he installed the ork's strength enhancers. The DocWagon tattoo on his arm is kind of hard to miss, but living in that pig sty in Puyallup means that's he's not corporate anymore.
Fixer -- Mr. Green isn't even a middle-sized name in a pond as big as Seattle, but he has a reputation for picking up down-and-out-ers and setting newcomers on the path to riches and ruin. He doesn't seem to give a shit about his runners, though, so word on the street is to watch your step.

Silver is a good-looking elf of about 1,90m height. His long snow-white hair and violet eyes give him the air of the exotic and his sharply defined face with high cheekbones and an accented chin displays intelligence and a strong will.

He is of slender build and always dresses fashionably, preferring the Vashion Island Steampunk Line of clothing. On the run he often wears a stylish Urban Explorer Jumpsuit in black and red.

Around his neck is a silver necklace with a picture of Aurora and a lock of her raven-black hair inside. He never takes it off, it is both a reminder of his quest and a magical focus to stengthen his powers.

Silver, or Jack Leyton as his real name is, was born in London as the son of middle-class parents. His childhood was nothing outside the ordinary, he went to school, played with friends and did all the things that little boys do.

When he was 7 he awakened, displaying considerable magical potential when assensed at school as part of a routine test. He soon was offered a scholarship in a special boarding school aimed at cultivating awakened talents. His parents accepted and so Jack spent the next 2 years away from home, being taught to use the power he had developed. Officially the school was run by the english government, but in reality the whole thing was financed and controlled by EVO. They were trying to instill loyalty to their corporation from a young age on in the students so that the future mages and adepts could be recruited into EVO’s ranks.

Jack had problems with the hard discipline and the many rules present at the boarding school, and soon he had a reputation as rowdy and troublemaker. In addition he couldn’t make much sense of the way of magic his hermetic teachers showed him which led to him getting bad grades and being classified as weak in magical talent. In combination these factors finally led to EVO deciding that teaching him was a waste of money and expelling him from the school.

His parents decided to try a different path with his magical education and asked an old family friend, a mage of the Wiccan tradition, to take over as the child’s mentor. The friend, an old irishman by the name of Seamus O’Callaghan, saw that the boy wasn’t cut out for the hermetic patch and worked with him to explore all kinds of different ways to focus his talents.

Jack spent his teenage years under Seamus’ guidance and he developed a close connection to the old man, adopting his Wiccan beliefs and focusing his magic through the worship of The God, the masculine half of the duality of forces in the universe. For Jack The God was represented by the sun, which became his mentor spirit.

When Haley’s Comet passed, Jack’s hair suddenly turned white over night and his eyes took on a deep glowing violet color. At first the teenager was shocked but he soon realized the new look made him seem alluring and mysterious to the girls and after a short time he was even thankful for the change, especially since it also seemed to have heightened his acuity of thought.

As he got older Jack became a good-looking and well-like young man. He had meet a girl in his second year of college. Her name was Aurora and he immediately fell for the delicate elven beauty with the raven black hair and the sparkling green eyes. She reciprocated the feeling and they spent every minute of the following summer together. For the first time in his life, Jack felt true love and he knew he had found his soulmate, the missing feminine half of his soul as the Wiccan said. Everything was perfect and Jack though things couldn’t get any better.

Then Aurora vanished from the earth. One minute they were together at the zoo, holding hands and enjoying a sunny afternoon, the next minute she was lost in the crowd. He searched for her the whole day but he couldn’t find her, or reach her on her commlink. He wasn’t too worried at first, thinking that she may just have gotten lost and went home or mybe she was playing a prank on him.
But two days later, he still hadn’t heard anything from her and was getting really anxious, he got a scrambled voice message on his commlink, telling him to stop looking for Aurora and to accept that she was gone from his life and that he would never see her again. Stunned he asked a friend well versed in all things matrix to take a look at the message and see what he could find out. But the only thing his friend could tell him was that the message had been sent from Seattle.
To make things worse his mentor, the old Seamus O’Callaghan, had died a week ago and Jack still wasn’t over the loss. But the irishman had left him a little money in his will and Jack ade a drastic decision. He would find Aurora and save her, no matter what it took. He used a part of his inheritance to get some bioware implanted because he knew he would likely have to visit dangerous places and do dangerous things to save her. The rest of the money was spent on a one-way flight to Seattle.

He rented a small apartment and started his quest to find his love. He knew he would need money and connections in the criminal world to get any results and so he started to involve himself in the shadows both as a way to get to know people who could help him on his search and to finance it. He took on the name of “Silver” and became a shadowrunner, counting on his value as one of the rare awakened to offset his lack of experience.

He is still pretty new in Seattle and in the shadows, having been there for a month and only done a couple of low-impact jobs but he won’t rest until he holds Aurora in his arms again.

Name: “Silver”
Race: Elf (30 BP)
Age: 22

Attributes: 200 BP
Body: 5
Agility: 3
Reaction: 5 (7)
Strength: 2
Charisma: 3
Intuition: 6
Logic: 3
Willpower: 5

Special Attributes: 40 BP
Magic: (5) -> 4
Edge: 1
Essence: 5
Initiative: 13

Positive Qualities: 30 BP
Magician (15 BP)
Mentor Spirit: The God (5 BP) (Rules as Sun: +2 Combat Spells, +2 Fire Spirits)
Class II SURGE (10 BP)
- Surge Positive Qualities (20 BP free):
---> Metagenetic Improvement: Intuition (20 BP)
- Surge Negative Qualities (10 BP free):
---> Unusual Hair (white hair) (5 BP)
---> Extravagant Eyes (violet eyes) (5 BP)

Negative Qualities: +35 BP
Distinctive Style I: white hair, violet eyes (+5 BP)
Lost Love One (His girlfriend, Aurora) (+5 BP)
SINer (England, “Jack Leyton”) (+5 BP)
Records on File (EVO) (+10 BP)
Mild Allergy (Gold) (+5 BP)
Sensitive Neural Structure (+5 BP)

Active Skills: 56 BP
Spellcasting : 6 (24 BP)
Summoning : 4 (16 BP)
Counterspelling: 1 (4 BP)
Assensing: 1 (4 BP)
Perception : 1 (4 BP)
Dodge: 1 (4 BP)

Knowledge Skills (27 Free):
Magic Theory: 6
Paranormal Critters: 4
Magical Security Procedures: 4
Zoology: 2
New Age Philosophy: 2

English: N
Spanish: 3
Sperethiel: 3
Japanese: 3

Spells: 24 BP
Stunbolt
Stunball
Manabolt
Powerball
Lightning Bolt (Limited Spell)
Improved Invisibility
Levitate
Heal

Connections: 4 BP
Ilyna, Talismonger and Wiccan Coven Leader (Loyalty 1 / Connection 3)


Focus Bonding: 2 BP
Binding the Power Focus: 2 BP

Gear: 49 BP