Karma: 25
Spent Karma: 4
Total Karma: 29
(+2 Bonus for good RP included)

Nuyen: 35000
Starting Nuyen: 11,500
Spent Nuyen: 0
Total Nuyen: 54000

Number of Posts: 34 (7/15/12)
Accurate as of post #1454

Attributes
B 3
R 4
A 5
S 2
C 4
I 4
L 3
W 3

M 0
Edge 8
Essence 6

Qualities
Aptitude (Palming)
Latent Awakening
Lucky
Bi-Polar
Big Regret
Record on File
SINner
Spammed!

Skills
Influence 3
Con
Ettiquette
Leadership
Negotiation
Pistols (Semi-Automatics) 2 (+2)
Infiltration 1
Palming (Legerdemain) 7 (+2)
Dodge 1
Perception (Visual) 2 (+2)
Intimidation (Mental) 1 (+2)
Escape Artist (Cuffs) 1 (+2)

Knowledge Skills
Gambling Statistics 5
Card Games 2
Seattle Gambling Dens 4
Safehouse Locations 1
Magic Tricks 1
Mixed Drinks 2
Hard Alcohol 2
Beer 2
Elven Wines 2
English N

Gear
Transys Avalon
Novatech Navi
Doc Wagon Gold Contract

Fake SIN R3 (Quincy Matthews)
Fake License R4 (Ares Predator IV)
Renraku Sensei
Iris Orb

Lined Coat (6/4)
Non conductivity R4

Ares Predator IV
Concealable Holster
50 Reg Rounds
1 Spare Clip

Glasses
Image Link
Smartlink

Leather Jacket
Clothing

Lifestyle
High
All default High with the following extras
No Forwarding Address (Matrix) -1
No Forwarding Address (Physical) -1
AI in residence -3
Escape Tunnel +3
Hasty Exit +2
Contacts C-L
Rebecca “Jewel” Morgan 3-5 Porn Trid/Sim Star
Tannis Travin 5-2 Author/Poker Buddy
Dagon Varon “Vix” 2-1 Bartender
Alexi Vladoff “Hawke” 3-2 Vory Den Master

Last Will and Autobiography
ATTN: Rebecca Morgan

If anyone finds this link in case I don’t die of old age. I’m sure there will be a reward of some kind for you.

The worst thing that can happen is the early loss of innocence in life. My life was normal, or at least normal as far as I knew it. My dad was a wage slave for Horizon, mostly just tech stuff programming for various UI junk. My mom was a runner, though they were “married” for a while, my mom had to fake her death while I was young and I rarely saw her after that point. Dad destroyed most of the digital documents to help cover her trail, but that was normal for me.
I should say my mom wasn't always a runner. She became a runner after she worked as one of the elite security forces for Horizon. She discovered something, though she never told me what. Rather than tender her resignation she told us she had to die for what she found out. That being said we had our last “normal” family discussion as my mom and dad planned out how to fake her death. Apparently, everything worked out well because we attended her funeral which was closed casket and everyone paid their condolences.
My mom paid us a few visits over the years, but those were virtual visits that my dad scrubbed clean later. That feels like an eternity ago. Hell, I can't even remember when her “death” was...six or seven years ago I guess. She was really good about remembering my birthday though, despite my dad's wish that she would be more careful. A week before, a couple days later, or even the same day a month later I would always receive a small amount of money in my account, or a package with my name on it could be found near my locker at school, or something special would happen. In more recent years the gifts changed from small things to a gun, and a pair of glasses with a smartlinked to the previous year's gun, and fake IDS linked to a commlink. I guess she knew what was coming, I wish she would have just told me.
Growing up did have a few interesting twists in it. The enclave that I grew up in had a lot of young families with children. The family next door, the Morgan's and their daughter Rebecca were good people, though Becky would kill anyone for using her full name. Becky was the girl next door, quite literally and she was and is my best friend. She's only a couple of years younger than I am, but I always thought of her as a younger sister. Her dad was a techie like mine, which is probably why we got housed together. Her mom was mostly a stay at home mom that watched over her, until the affair came to light. The split was pretty nasty, and my dad worked from home to help watch over her at our place while we hung out. My mom was still living with us at this point, so she had to go work doing whatever security strike teams do at Horizon. Mr. Morgan brought over various women once the former Mrs. Morgan left. That took its emotional toll on Becky and things went from bad to worse to just plain awkward.
The women that Mr. Morgan brought over were normal at first, the kind of normal that I knew then was a very sheltered one, but hey it's not like I cared. It just meant that I could hang out with Becky over at my place which was cool. We played all sorts of games on the matrix and talked or went places together it was a good time. Mostly we found out how to set our ages older on some fake profiles we made and played poker or blackjack against others for some serious cred. It was always an adrenaline rush for me taking someones hard earned nuyen, cred, scrip, or favors and being able to have some real fun. I knew how quickly that money could disappear after one of my earlier...learning sessions (nowadays we call them losing streaks). I supplemented my lack of income by lifting peoples wallets, watches, and purses.
The meds that I was taking at the time really screwed my sense of balance so after trying to run off with some woman's purse and running headfirst into a beat cop who earned his title judiciously I figured snatch and grabs just weren't my thing. I spent a lot of time doing things that put me in the system for brief periods of time. Nothing major was ever done and I didn't hurt people, I just needed some money. My dad would usually yell at me, mom wasn't around, and Becky thought I was a total badass. Not bad for a fourteen year old if I say so myself. I continued doing things like that throughout my teen years. When I had lucky streaks, I would earn tons of cred and take Becky places and waste it all on getting some Urban Brawl tickets or trying to get fake IDs to get into clubs and drink real alcohol, not the synthetic crap. Life was good, for a while. My mom's death was faked sometime after my seventeenth birthday. Even though it was a fake death, my dad still took it pretty hard. This may have been because he saw her about as much as if she was really dead from that point on. It was the only secret I ever kept from Becky, I knew it had to be kept to protect my family and to protect her but it was the most difficult thing I ever had to do. That was the night Becky...well let's just say our relationship changed from that point. Holy %#^* that girl has a tongue...
Now, remember when I said she was like a little sister to me, yeah, I do too...It's one of those incredibly weird moments that felt amazing, I will spend a lifetime trying to figure it out, and will always regret it and love it at the same time. I promised myself we would never do it again, until the following night when she pinned me to the bed and rode me all night long...Holy %*$# that girl has endurance.
This is when I started to get incredibly angry with myself for being so weak-willed and unable to stop her or myself. I didn't know if I was using her, she was using me, or if it was a simple case of us using each other. Holy *$&# was I mad at myself! I don't think I've been that mad at myself ever. I really couldn't believe what was happening on a lot of levels. After a couple of months of just sheer awkwardness around her things eventually went back to normal. Normal now resembled something like friends with benefits.
When she turned eighteen she was the victim of a talent scout. She started with some harmless clothes modeling. That took a lot of her time and I started spending less and less time with her. Apparently, they did some sort of reality sim from the life of a model. It was nothing new, but her rig worked really well to record every emotion. It was the golden recording of sim sense as far as optimal compatibility. I saw her a couple of times, and even made an appearance on one of her shows. It wasn't long before her agent that took her on board suggested alternative themes for her to get into. Thus her career as a star in the adult entertainment was born. I'm pretty sure her dad was strongly against this but they had been steadily having a more and more hostile relationship. So she politely told him to go to hell. I'm willing to bet a lot more happened between her and some of these other women that her dad had over because she would still hang around them and still to this day calls some of them her girlfriends...take it however you will.
After her initial filming was done she still got contracted to do more and more movies, but was able to take some time in between to relax. I was “recruited” to help her when she wanted to try new positions suggested from her director, fans, or stuff that she just thought of on her own. Some days she'd just come over we would watch movies and eat junk food. Some days we'd fool around. Some days she'd invite coworkers, other friends, or random celebrities that happened to want to spend time with a star. I met or otherwise enjoyed the company or quite a few celebrities in different fields a couple years ago
During those years I spent most of my time, when not with Becky, playing poker. My love of the game changed from playing on various nodes solely on the Matrix to playing with other people. I enjoyed going to bars, gambling dens, and the back rooms in certain clubs sometimes had the right group of people. When I first started going to these gambling dens the first thing I learned was how to watch people. In real life you need to spot a tell, be able to call a bluff, and to hold your liquor. One of my first lessons was learning how to cheat.
I soon discovered that the slight of hand that I had learned when lifting a wallet could be easily adapted to taking cars from the bottom of a deck or hiding cards in other place. This wasn't an enjoyable way to win, but it was a way to win. When deciding it was a good time to cheat it was never a good idea to do that in a place controlled by a gang or criminal syndicate of any sort.
Everyone lies, and everyone cheats, they just h different ways of doing it so others can’t tell. Watching how others cheat and learning what they did right, and what they did wrong (regarding skills not ethics) is a prime way to being ahead of the curve. I learned what I could from people who didn’t notice me watching. I tried different techniques and had distractions in place to help me get away for the times that something really went wrong.
Cheating at cards, picking pockets, and eventually I got into breaking and entering. This was mostly to help my mom out. They assigned drop boxes to pick up and leave certain things of importance, documents, passkeys, ID badges, anything that my mom needed for whatever she was up to I would help out. It was quite the adrenaline rush. I was still living with dad at our place during this time so I was allowed free reign on most of Horizon property and was rarely bothered. Though I had a list of priors I never did stuff against Horizon so they had no reason to suspect me.
During one of my outings I saw myself looking into a camera, one that I hadn’t noticed when I scouted out the area to snag the ID badge off of one of the security guards. I walked away with the badge without any hassle and asked if my dad could scrub the footage to make me digitally disappear. It wasn’t the first time it had happened, and I never thought it would have been the last…
I went out with Becky that night in part to celebrate my victory in part and Becky had just gotten the lead in another role, which movie it was I can’t remember. We went dancing at Dante’s Inferno and she and her friends went off to hang out. Becky never did drugs, but her friends always tried to push things on her. I guess it was fun for them because she was so strong willed on that front.
I came home early from that to hear gunshots and yelling. I rushed to our apartment to see men in Horizon security uniform brandishing all manner of automatics leaving the entryway. One of the guards tried to stop me but I ran inside finding the lifeless body of my dad, Mr. Morgan, and Mrs. Morgan. I don’t know why they were all in our house, and I guess I’ll never know. The guard grabbed me, some guy said something about rehabilitation not being an option and then I was unconscious.
Regaining consciousness revealed my current living quarters, the few material possessions I owned and a set of instructions left on electronic paper. The instructions were Horizons welcome packet that showed how to operate the house. This would have been useful if the damn place wasn’t home to an imp of an AI that torments anyone who enters.

Becky I leave this for you knowing that I’m sorry will never cut it. I know you had no great love for your dad. I’m sorry about your mom though. I never meant for anything like that to happen. If I am dead and you receive this I left you something special in a place where only you and I would know. I'm sorry. I love you. Goodbye.

Attributes:
Body: 3
Agility: 4 (6)
Reaction: 4
Strength: 1
Charisma: 4
Intuition: 5
Logic: 5 (\8\)
Willpower: 2

Magic: 0
Edge: 4
Essence: 4.05

Qualities:
+Positive+
Aptitude (Hacking)
Restricted Gear (Rating 1)
-Negative-
Addiction (Mild/Cigarettes)
Distinctive Style (Rating 2)
Media Junkie (Mild)
SINner (Vivica Leman)
Virtual Personality (Rating 1)
Prejudiced (Specific: Ugly men/Biased)


Skills:
Computer: 3 (Reality Filters) +2
Con: 2 (Seduction) +2
Cybercombat: 6
Data Search: 3
Electronic Warfare: 1
Etiquette: 1 (Vory) +2
Hacking: 4 (Stealth) +2
Infiltration: 1 (Urban) +2
Perception: 2 (Visual) +2
Pilot Ground Craft: 2 (Bike) +2
Pistols: 4 (Semi-Automatics) +2
Software: 1 (Masking Utilities) +2

Knowledges:
English: N
Russian: 2 (Underworld) +2
Sperethiel: 2 (Speaking) +2
Area Knowledge/Seattle: 2 (Tacoma) +2
Data Havens: 2 (Matrix) +2
Music: 2
News: 2
Underworld: 2 (Prostitution) +2
Security Design: 2
Security Tactics: 2
Shadow Community: 4 (Rumors) +2
Vory: 1 (Turf) +2

(Okie dokie, this is where it gets weird)
Cybernetics/Bioware:
Cybernetics:
+Datajack (Engraved) - "Glory Hole" -0.1

+Cybereyes Basic System (Rating 3) -0.4
-Eye Recorder/Image Link
-Smartlink (Fiberoptic Cable)
-Low-Light Vision
-Vision Enhancement (Rating 3)
-Flare Comp.
-Vision Magnification

+Cyberears (Rating 3) -0.4
-Ear Recording Unit/Sound Link
-Audio Enhancement (Rating 3)
-Damper
-Balance Augmenter
-Select Sound Filter (Rating 4)

+Breast Implants -0.25
+Penile Implant (Non-replacement) -0.25

Bioware:
+Cerebral Booster (Rating 3/Restricted Gear)
-0.6/2
+Muscle Toner (Rating 2) -0.4/2
+Dietware -0.1/2
+Skin Pigmentation + Biotattoos +0
+Biosculpting, Minor (2000Y worth) +0

Gear:
Weapons:
+Savalette Guardian (DMG: 5P, AP: -1, RC: 2, Mode: SA/BF, Conceal: -4, Ammo: 12©, 5/20/40/60max)
-Mods: Smartgun System (Usually hooked via Fiber Optics), Chameleon Coating, Personalized Grip, Advanced Safety/Electro Shocker, Easy Breakdown/Manual.
-Extras: Silencer, 7 Spare Clips (72 regular in 6 clips, 12 stickn'shock in 1 clip), 86 regular rounds left, 18 Stick n' Shock rounds left. 12 round regular clip loaded.

+Morrissey Elan (DMG 4P, AP: -, RC: -, Mode: SA, Conceal: -4, Ammo: 5©, 5/15/30/50max)
-Mods: Plasteel Components (Rating 1)
-Extras: Spare Clip (5 rounds Stick n' Shock). 5 round Sn'S clip loaded.

Armor/Clothing:
+Zoe Moonsilver Evening Dress (B:7/I:2)
-Delta-Amyloid
-AR Enhanced
-Concealable Holster

+Form-Fitting Full-Body Suit (B:9/I:3)
-Delta-Amyloid
-Fire Resistance (Rating 3)
-Biomonitor

+Clothing (100Y)(B:0/I:0)

+Bike Racing Helmet (B:1/I:2)
-Image Link
-Flare Comp.
-Radar (Rating 4)

General/Stored:
+Singularity Battle Buddy Basic (Commlink, Primary)
-Custom OS (Res. 5, Sig. 5, Sys. 5, Fir. 5)
=(Common)Analyze 6, Browse 6, Command 3, Edit 6, Encrypt 6, Lip Reader 3, Reality Filter 6, Scan 6)
=(Hacking)Armor 6, Attack 6, Biofeedback Filter 6, Decrypt 6, Defuse 1, Exploit 6, Nuke 6, Sniffer 6, Spoof 6, Stealth 6)
=Customized Interface
=Sim Module, Hot
=Virtual Surround Music
-Subvocal Microphone
-AR Makeup
-AR Gloves
-Voice Mask (Ethereal/Androgynous)
+Meta Link (Commlink, Secondary)
-Vector Xim (Res. 1, Sig. 2, Sys. 1, Fir. 1)
=Fake SIN (Rating 4/Erica Hallowford)
=Fake License (Rating 4/Firearms)
=Fake License (Rating 4/Driver's)
=Fake License (Rating 4/Restricted Commlink)
+Inline Skates
+Smart Pouch, Ammo
+Quick-Draw Holster
+Certified Credstick, Silver
+Backpack
+Flashlight
+Smart Jammer, Area (Rating 4)
+MAD Jammer, Hand-held (Rating 2)
+Tag Eraser
+eX x5

Vehicles:
+Suzuki Mirage (H:+2, Acc: 20/50, Sp: 200, B: 6, A: 4, Dev.: 3)
-Spoof Chip
-Morphing License Plate

Lifestyle:

Node Worthy (Low)
Com:Low, Ent: Low, Nec: Low, Nei: Low, Sec: Low. Pre-paid: 2 months.
+Free Access, Privacy Screen, Matrix (Rating 1), Security Conscious, Workplace.
-Living by Committee, No Forwarding Address, Physical, No Privacy, Astral (Rating 1)


Contacts: C/L

Tomoko (Fixer) 3/2
Hugo Rorrick (Campus Matrix Tech) 1/2
Lilac (Bunraku Girl) 1/3
Talbot Roe (Street Doc) 2/4
Penelope X (Musician) 3/2
Ogre (Hacker) 3/2

Most people think that strippers paying their college tuition by dancing is a a cliche from times immemorial. Some might consider the lowly bunraku parlor girl to be an exception, even less considered is the woman who "willingly" subjects herself to such a torment. Every person owes someone something. Saint owed the wrong people, well her parents did, so the buck got passed on down the line. Since bunraku parlors aren't exactly legal, their code of limitations didn't extend to the age she could be subject to such torments. There are some things that a ten year old girl should never have to deal with, but hey, it's a shitty world... Life goes on, right?

Perhaps her only saving grace was that she had a data filter implanted early on, only after she'd given up resisting. Funny how that works. You'd be surprised how the mind adapts to its surroundings. Eventually she got used to her lot in life, 6 years of it in fact, dealing with the scum of the earth and their claws that knew no limits. She got used to the treatment, some men weren't half bad, as far as she could remember. 6 years of intermitent memories was all she had to show for it when she became too old for her standard fare, besides a deep-seated distaste for the male population and anyone she might call "kin."

Eventually, she'd been used enough that she earned her freedom, that being the closest definition to being thrown out into the street in the middle of the Seattle sprawl. The owner at least kept his word when he said he'd let her go, the finer details were a bit murkier than the rubbish and alley rain puddles she inhabited at that moment. They even had the courtesy to remove her data filter and let her keep the minor biosculpting and cosmetic cybernetics they'd performed on her as a bonus. Hey, a plus is a plus. Even if that allowed her little comfort considering their gender-bending nature.

She got to know Tacoma's in's and out's pretty well, when you live on the street you ain't got nothing but time. The sex trade taught her a few things about how to play to people's emotions. It helped spot the potential meal ticket here, a crash pad there. College dorms were really easy to infiltrate-- Especially for a girl that preyed on less-than-social guys for the extra cramped bedspace. They tended to be perfectly fine with just having a girl in their bed at all. Most of these were real egg heads, and the Matrix was their playground, so she'd humor them when they'd go on tangents about everything and the cybernetic kitchen sink relating to it. It was the least she could do for a hot shower and some borrowed clothes. After awhile, things tend to stick in one's head, and even Matrix jargon like firewalls, IC and nodes became old hat. And after playing the part of interested fling, she even found herself becoming comfortable enough in her role to test her skills at virtual reality. That is until even a reserved college boy couldn't keep his hands to himself. Then it was off to the next dorm, it wasn't long until her "infamy" got public on campus among the students, and thank -insert higher being here- that college is a big experimental phase for some kids. While the guys had labeled her "hands off," she'd managed to net herself some curious co-eds for her trouble. She didn't begrudge the guys, and apologized each time they found out, trying to at least rescue some semblance of decency and anything she could grasp ahold of in regards to friendship at WU. It was strange feeling everything slipping away because she felt using men made her feel better, but seeing these guys hurt by her actions made for a pause in thought. She had to fight the instinct for self-preservation on a constant basis, because it established itself in using others to stay alive. As people don't tend to like being used, it didn't gain her a popular stigma, but she did her best in salvaging anyway. She liked being wanted, not in a physical sense, but within others' company. The world was fully grey, no simple opposing sides, not everyone was the same, and she definitely wasn't when confronted with the though that someone could actually care for her.

So, she was a secret on campus, with so many students it was easy to fit in. And with most of her group getting money from their parents, it wasn't really a burden on them as they would pass her around to keep the RA's off their backs. The age factor was a little off-setting, but eventually most took to her as a little sister, or for those that knew her secret, something else. It was easy fitting in with outcasts, being one herself. In her spare time, she would slip into classes she found an interest in, jot notes, and outside of class she would deal in Matrix surfing on the campus node, and everything it had to offer. She learned almost as much as the people she roomed with during their stay, but not everything is meant to last.

She spent four years living in, and among, the group, but as their terms of education ended they moved out one-by-one, even the girl that had been her girlfriend of sorts in the group, but even then she discovered she liked the real thing in the end. No pun intended. She was 20 at that point in the late 2060's, able to net herself a job. One of the useful things she'd managed was to take it upon herself to visit her parents, and to retrieve the only thing they could offer of any worth to her, an identity. She had it updated, said her fond "fuck you's" and went on her merry way. She was a survivor, she didn't need any of their charity at that point, and she never would from that point on. She decided that she enjoyed the college life enough to attend, it lasted two semesters before the crash of 2069.

This was a boon in two respects, in the ensuing data corruption and chaos, her costs of living had been expunged, and it was easy for her to hack the quickly mashed together wireless network that U-Dub could offer as it tried to piece together records of student enrollment. While she wouldn't inheritly benefit from the knowledge most of her classes had to offer, she did however manage to enstate herself as an alumni with a bachelor's in Computer and Matrix Programming, she'd gone to most of the classes anyway, no harm in benefitting from it without having to pay for the tuition and have to deal with the pesky testing process. The only problem was, she'd been caught. But, caught by a campus Matrix techie that had a soft spot for people dealing with the chaos at the time, especially because he couldn't make heads or tails of her actual enrollement, and it certainly seemed her major had been well-chosen considering the circumstances. That, and most people are suckers for a pretty face. He offered a "community service" of sorts, setting her up with a job monitoring campus traffic on the new system, it certainly paid well enough for her to move off-campus into one of the nearby apartments many students prefered to the pricey dorms, although it was on the edge of town, not a nice place to leave your doors unlocked.

With the added training, she rounded out her abilities with a little unauthorized access into the campus to probe it for weaknesses. She still keeps the job for the practice and some semblance of a steady income. Although, she yearned for something to test her abilities. It wasn't easy, but with a little effort she managed to get herself noticed on some of the Matrix clubs. That's how she met Tomoko, and with a few runs under Saint's belt, the would-be shadowrunner decided that giving up the potential payday and excitement was just something she couldn't dream of losing.