Q: Dwarven Adept, Former Bodyguard, wanna-be hackerExerts from his diary[ Spoiler ]
Excerpts from the Diary of Garrack Rogers, aka Q, aka Russell Quincy.
January 20th, 2065: Got my new mobile secretary today for my birthday. They're calling them comlinks now. Being offline since November, I thought I would DIE!!!
Dad says, "The more things change, the more they stay the same." Something about every generation calling bascially the same stuff different names. Whatever. All I know is I hate Tulsa. Rick says it ain't so bad. Yea, he's freaking 2.7m tall. Of course its not bad for him.
March 3rd, 2065: It happened again today. I started smell it in the park. Unlike anything I've every smelled before. Tina kept saying I was going to express as a werewolf. As if!
Anyway, turns out this guy was making sparks of fire out of nothing. I think I smelled it.
October 9th, 2065: I'm in a crapload of trouble. Everyone sux. Christopher Ox, dumbass tusker, we using magic fingers to lift Jesse's skirt. I called him on it and his older brother jumped me after school. Rich is a freaking senior... I shattered his knee. One hit. Its not just broke, its literally shattered. How the hell did I do that?
October 15th, 2065: They say I'm active. Dad says this is great! The fact that it made him forget the deal with Rich is great, but I want to be a famous hacker not some damn spell slinger quif.
December 2nd, 2065: Most of my friends- former friends don't even talk to me anymore. We all used to gank on the active kids. Now that I'm active... They gank on me.
January 6th, 2066: Dad's prett pissed. I didn't drop the electronics classes and I ain't taking "Magic Theory 101". I'm gonna be a wiz programmer. They say I'm an adept, whatever that means, and not a spell caster anyway.
May 16th, 2066: Schools out. Rick still talks to me, but he's afraid I'll read his mind or something. Danny keeps telling him I can't do that and calls me Short-Circuit. Says my wires are crossed because (1) Real mages cast spells and (2) who's active and wants to sling code? Pah. Frag 'em all.
June 5th, 2066: Dad enrolled me in a Shotokan Karate class today. It was pretty cool. The instructor said I was really gifted. Pretty sure that was a compliment.
February 19th, 2067: I was able to construct a note to Jill, play Tunnel-Master and listen to Mr Johanson's lecture and fully keep track of all three. I've been noticing my ability to multi-task better, but I was really into the game and the note... and when Mr Johanson called on me cause he thought I wasn't paying attention I had it.
May 1st, 2067: Coded a multi-node game I'm calling Star Battles. Everything thinks its pretty snazzy.
August 23rd, 2067: Got in a fight today. The guy seemed to be moving slow. He just couldn't keep up. Kicked his tail... This wasn't the first time. I did some reflex testing. Scored fast as wired reflexes. Must be the magic.
November 15th, 2067: Made Brown belt, sankyu, today.
March 10th, 2068: You are now talking to an Ichikyu!!
September 17th, 2068: I hacked Mrs Potter's comlink. That naughty English teacher has some smoking pictures of herself on there... or should I say on MY comlink?
November 17th, 2068: Black belt!!
March 4th, 2069: As I write this, the world has taken a big, stinking crap on my head. Mark Lexington Jr, that dumb ass quarterback jock, got all in my face about the AR graphetti I plastered about him and his girlfriends on the foot ball team and how if they weren't such quifs they'd play urban brawl. He sucker punched me... The panzy lifts weights and all that crap. Hell he's half again taller than me. Two hits and he dies. Freaking Dies! No way I'm going down for that. His daddy is a state senator or some drek like that...
March 5th, 2069: Welcome to Kansas. Crossed over the border in the night. Comlink is offline.
March 12th, 2069: Arrived in Kansas City. Made my way downtown. I noticed that for the last week, I've hardly eaten and I've not gotten over 5 hours sleep any given night, but I'm neither really tired nor hungry. I could eat or sleep, but don't feel like I have to.
April 19th, 2069: I'm effectively SINless. I can't bring my SIN online. I swiped a throw away comlink so at least I can get online.
April 30th, 2069: I used my comlink to hack a couple of comlinks and snag some much needed nuyen. Today, a couple of dudes showed up flashing my image around. Luckily, I was around the corner and had just hacked a dude's comlink and saw the image. I barely got away. Took my comlink off line again.
May 2nd, 2069: Arrived St Louis.
June 12th, 2069: Connected with a guy runner bare knuckle street fights for yen. Made a few. Learning to keep control on my ablities so that I don't kill anyone else. Also learned that when I meditate, I can amp up my reaction time even more.
July 3rd, 2069: Got a gig tonight working security at an Independence Day Party. Some guy saw me fight, likes how I handle myself.
Sepetember 24th, 2069: Got a new comlink. Transferred some of my toolkits to it. Much faster than my old one. Makes everything seem dated.
November 4th, 2069: Moved on to Indianapolis. Made the mistake of trying to contact Jill. Seems Lexington carries a grudge a long time about his son. A pair of goons kicked in my door the next day. Lucky for me I had cameras in the hall and saw them coming. ID's said Tulsa. I knew who sent them. Left the bodies, burned my fake ID and bailed.
February 9th, 2070: Pittsburgh. Did a little security work in Indianapolis. Trying to avoid hacking work. Frankly, its really mostly the tools and I think Lexington might be on to it, since I was a coder in school.
April 3rd, 2070: Des Moines. Feel ancy staying in one place too long after St Louis. I feel like they are always following me.
June 8th, 2070: Omaha. One hit. Damn. One hit and I'm forever running. Two days ago I was watching Johnson and we got hit. Thing is the goons were after me, not the Johnson. Needless to say, my rep took a hit in Des Moines. Who cares? Back water little crap town.
June 17th, 2070: Denver. Slipped across into the Souix Nation... and I found out that I can mediate and temporarily change my hair and skin color. How cool is that?!
August 1st, 2070: Only takes a second to both change hair and skin color and juice up my reflexes. Practice makes perfect! Color changes last 5 hours now... My voice is starting to squeek like its changing.