Note: I’ll go into more details as we pick up players and begin to form a group

• A young lady called Summer met you in the matrix. Full ‘Alice in Wonderland’ motifs, including her persona
• She wanted you to head over to Bellevue to an exclusive (and secure) mental health facility on the edge of Lake Washington, there you would infiltrate the building and insert a new patient into the facility (alter patient records etc…)
• Up to you whether you take the patient in with you or arrange a transfer but Summer’s preference would be for him to have ‘always been there’ so that would involve rotating some staff around so that someone doesn’t do a double take and ‘I don’t remember you…?!?’
• As a bonus she has given you a list of names…if any of them are residents at the facility then extracting them would up your pay significantly. Just proving they are there will net you some reward
• So this is where you get a chance to interject some planning…
• …otherwise we’ll start the run when you are inside…
• …it might be better if the more hardcore gun bunnies are outside to bust you out if when things go pear shaped! But that will be up to you to agree…

Morgan “LeFey” Senlis

Priority:

A: Skills (46/10)
B: Attributes (20)
C: Resonance (3)
D: Human (3)
E: Resources (6000)

Attributes: 20 (+10 Karma spent)

BOD: 2
AGI: 3
REA: 3
STR: 1
WIL: 5
LOG: 5
INT: 5
CHA: 5
RES: 6
EDG: 2 (0)
ESS: 6
INI: 8 + 1d6
Matrix AR INI: 8 +1d6
Matrix VR INI: 10 + 4d6

Physical Boxes: 9
Stun Boxes: 11

Limits:

Mental: 7
Physical: 3
Social: 7

Positive Qualities: Codeslinger (Hack on the Fly, -10) (+10 Karma spent)
Negative Qualities: SINner (Corporate, +25)

Contacts: (+6 Karma spent)

Riley “Mordred” Finn (C: 3/L: 6) (Free Contact)
Andrew “Angelo” Jensen (C: 2/L: 5)
Flonnietta “Nightshade” Baskov (C: 2/L: 5)
"E.T." (C: 5/L: 2)

Karma: 0 (16/70 in shared pool, 104 spent)

Skills (46/10): (+40 Karma spent)

Electronics Skill Group 5
Tasking Skill Group 5
Pistols 3 (+2 Tasers)
Disguise 4 (+2 Cosmetic)
Gymnastics 4 (+2 Dance)
Perception 3
Con 5 (+2 Fast Talking)
Etiquette 5 (+2 Corporate)
Negotiation 5 (+2 Bargaining)
Cybercombat 5
Electronic Warfare 5 (+2 Communications)
Hacking 5 (+2 Hosts)

Knowledge Skills (20): (+12 Karma spent)

English (L) N
Chinese (I) 4
Japanese (I) 1
German (I) 1
Ancient Mythology (L) 2 (+2 Arthurian)
Classic Media (I) 2
Corporate (L) 3 (+2 Ares)
Matrix Phenomena (I) 2 (+2 Emerged)
Psychology (L) 4
Security Procedures (L) 3 (+2 Matrix)

Complex Forms: (+16 Karma spent)

Diffusion of Firewall
Resonance Veil
Stitches
Transcendent Grid
Infusion of Attack

Fading: RES + WIL (11d6)

Gear: 26000 (+10 Karma spent)

660 Nuyen
Defiance EX Shocker
-Smartgun System, External
Concealable Holster
20 Taser Darts
Low Lifestyle (1 Month)
Chameleon Suit
Erika Elite commlink (AR Gloves, Subvocal Mic, Trodes, Sim Module)
Tag Eraser
Rating 6 Bug Scanner
Rating 4 Fake SIN (Tabitha Darling)
Rating 4 Fake License (Smartgun System)
Standard Credstick
Capacity 3 Contacts (Smartlink, Image link, Flare Compensation)
Capacity 4 Glasses (Vision Enhancement 3, Vision Magnification)
Capacity 1 Ear buds (Audio Enhancement 1)
Gas Mask
Rating 6 Medkit (Supplies)
Flashlight
Datachips (5)
Tool Kit (Disguise)

I'll start with the questions most relevant to her background, then fill in the rest as time goes on.

1. I can't say becoming a shadowrunner made life more complicated or simple. Before I left Ares Macrotechnology behind, I had belonged to one of its most enduring heritage families. The Senlis lineage dates back to the days of Nicholas Aurelius (the First). I had been, essentially, its heir apparent. My parents took a personal role in grooming me for this role, and it is from them that I learned most of my skills. My father is Richard Senlis, current head of the family. My mother, Catherine, gave him her hand in marriage in exchange for helping to arrange the buyout of the company she managed. Skills aside, I have inherited a measure of the intelligence and determination my parents both possess.

3. I was too young to remember or understand much of what has happened in the last two decades. Not to mention, I grew up within the corporation. Any news from the outside world was filtered through company approved channels. But the Crash, I experienced firsthand. I'll give you the gory details later on. For now, I'll say it was an ordeal which changed me utterly. It showed me the world in a way I could not even conceive of before. By and large, it is the reason I'm out here. Not that I left as soon as I Emerged.

For my protection, as well as that of the family, my parents attempted to hide what I was. They confined me to our home, claiming my poor health required it. My effective house kept me safe during the witch hunts and the appearance of AIs. But my parents could not protect me from what was happening. Even if my paragon hadn't taught me how to hack, I could sense the pain and suffering of people like me. Back then, I cowered in my room, afraid I would be next. But when it came to light exactly what the corporations were doing to people, I knew I could never stand by and do nothing again.

The job in Las Vegas earned me my spurs. In retrospect, I have to wonder. Did they others know they were fighting a losing battle? Horizon might have been the smallest of the Ten, but it was still a AAA. Moreover, they had the PCC military behind them. Nothing a group of technomancers could compete with. But maybe they weren't hoping to defeat the company in a straight up fight. If nothing else, that uprising showed anyone watching there was far more to Horizon than what the world usually saw. I know they were fighting for a cause, and a group of people that needed to be championed. And that I don't want their deaths to have been in vain.

4. The choice to become a runner was mine alone. I have to find out what happened to me on the night of the Crash. What I became. And that’s not possible from a corporate enclave. Mom and Dad were right about one thing. I have to hide my powers. I’ve seen how outsiders are treated, and not just by Ares. Even disagreeing with the company line is seen as close to criminal. And, well…I’m scared. Whatever this is could make me a danger to the people I love.

I have the feeling that I’ve become part of something great. Greater even, then Ares or any of the Big Ten. Something more terrifyingly horrible, yet amazingly fantastic than most people can imagine. But if I remain at home and try and pretend everything is okay, it’ll remain just that. A feeling. Nor can I find the answer while these walls and bound by these rules.

I have to go outside, where boundaries are crossed. I want to think that I have no illusions of what I’ll have to do as a runner. There’s no such thing as a victimless crime. But it’s become clear that the company’s hands are no less clean. I’ll hope against hope that I’ll be able to actually help someone as a runner. And choose who I bring harm to, for all the good that it will do.

What I didn't choose, however, were the circumstances under which I left the world of light for the shadows. Unfortunately, loyalty is at a premium in the higher levels of a corporation. Nowhere else is this more true than among the heritage families. There were many people who believed I was not fit to bear the burden of leadership. So, they made sure I wouldn't. I was forced into a situation in which I had no choice but to reveal my powers. Once I did, I knew there was no hope of living a normal life ever again. All but a handful of my friends abandoned me. My parents and anyone loyal to them were treated as if under suspicion for a crime. There was simply nothing left for me at Ares. But much to gain in the shadows.

6. Another tough one. Well, according to the dossier that I filched from our HR department, I’m Anglican. Truth be told, I’ve always been taught to use politics and religion like tools. Saying the right things about them go a long way toward winning people over.

What I do believe in is the Resonance. And for that matter, magic. Forces beyond the total control of man, and rightfully so. Otherwise, they would have become part of the broken little world we have built. Many know that we have to work with these forces instead of exploiting them. Someday, this fact may very well end up saving us, as it did me. I would have become another victim of the Crash if not for the Resonance and its sprites. I owe it my loyalty. And we have much to learn about one another.

12. I’m going to keep my soul. Or die trying. At the risk of sounding redundant, I know it would be impossible to be a runner and not hurt anyone. Doesn’t mean I should hurt everyone. I’ll never make an assassin or much of a fighter. Not like I want to, anyway. Whoever makes up my team can expect me to defend them. But nothing more than that. Besides, isn’t the ideal for any criminal to get in, get the job done, and get out with no one harmed or knowing you were ever there?

13. According to my paragon, there are others like me. Or at least there were. Prior to the Second Crash, I knew nothing of the otaku. And any attempts at researching the first generation since then have turned up nothing but rumors. I do know that among them were a group that spoke of the Resonance as more than a force. To them, and to me, it was a living entity that lent its powers to the Emerged. The Technoshamans, whose name I have taken for my own.

I met my Paragon during the Second Crash. When Jormungand's shadow fell upon the Matrix, it swept me away to a remote corner of the digital realm. Objectively, I was in a coma for only a day. Subjectively, I wandered that world for a year and a day, with only the Idoru as company. We traveled so far and saw so much, that I barely remember most of the journey. It was a world much like ours. In fact, some of it was. As I explored the far reaches of the Matrix, I saw flashes of the Sixth World: its past, present, and future.

At the very end, I came upon a beautiful island that resembled the mythical Avalon. At first. What started as an earthly paradise give way to a wasteland, overgrown with black thorns: the work of the Dissonance. Buried underneath the vines were sprites, helplessly imprisoned by the virus. It broke my heart to see something so beautiful senselessly destroyed. I had to try and fix it. My Matrix programs were still working. But after all that time, they had undergone a fundamental change. Each had gained the potential to exceed their original programming and become more. That is the primary difference between a program and a complex form.

With my new discoveries in hand, I attempted to cleanse the Isle. Of course, the Dissonance was not about to go along with my plan. The thorned vines sprang to life, reaching to tear me to pieces. They hurt in a way that shook me to my core. Far from inflicting just physical pain, each wound brought with it sorrow, anger, fear, and a multitude of other negative emotions. I probably would have died if not for the sprites. With the virus weakened, knights and creatures of legend broke free and struck back against their captors. Save for one, who spirited me away to safety. Heedless of the thorns, he carried me through to a door that would lead me back to the physical world. That sprite bought my safety with his life.

I woke up in a hospital bed, a day after the Crash. It was the only time I ever saw my father cry. Probably the only time I ever would. Though I was back in the physical world, the Resonance had returned with me, along with the Fair Folk of Avalon. They've proven irreplaceable allies since then.

17. When my brother's mentor saw him off on his first real job ("threw him to the wolves", in the man's own words), he gave Riley his old dog tags. And I do mean old. Victor Lui had been a member of China's military before the nation fell apart. Riley did the same for me, when the time came. They're one of my lucky charms, and I never work without them.

19. I flatter myself that I have inherited my mother's beauty. There is also a strong resemblance between my father and I. We have the same auburn hair, and identically clear blue eyes. In contrast to my parents, however, I'm quite small, and a little on the frail side.

Like so much else, fashion is often a tool for me. Tailoring your dress to a situation can give you a significant advantage. People expect certain things about people dressed a certain way. That isn't to say I don't like to look good. I keep up with current fashions, and I have formal outfits for those special occasions.

20. Murderer. Seductress. Villainess. Healer. Guide. Giver of hope. Heroine. The original Morgan LeFey was all of these, and more. Now, I do believe I saw Avalon in the Resonance Realms. And some day, I’m going to find my way back and finish what I started. It will be free of the Dissonance once more. But that isn’t the only reason I chose this alias (or did it choose me?). Like my namesake, I’ve picked a difficult path. One that will take me to dangerous places and require me play dark roles. My alias is other my lucky charm, to help hold things together when the danger of losing my way looms large. Or even my sense of self. It is a reminder of who I am and what I can be, in spite of where the shadows may lead.

"Angelo" (Horizon citizen, student, runner-in-training)
An LA native who was seemingly orphaned during the Twins. Andrew Jensen was taken in by the Horizon Group following the disaster and disappearance of his father, Michael. As grateful as he was to his new hosts, Andrew often questioned the company's reasons for taking him in. Not to mention his unorthodox education. Alongside a more traditional curriculum, he was strenuously trained in computer programming and strongly encouraged to focus on athletics. It eventually came to light that his mistrust was well founded. With the help of Jenny Greenteeth, a free sprite who had once aided his father, he discovered Horizon's plans for him.

The company intended to subtly manipulate his education and life overall, with the eventual goal of creating a shadowrunner loyal to the Horizon Group. Furthermore, his activities were to be secretly filmed for a P2.0 show, with the purpose of forcing Michael out of hiding. Andrew had never believed his parent, a former otaku and shadowrunner, was truly dead. But these plans confirmed Michael was alive. Andrew decided to hide his knowledge of the company's plans and continue his education. He does want to become a shadowrunner, but on his own terms. His father was out there, and Andrew was going to find him.

Angelo was Michael's runner name. He hopes that using it will attract the attention of someone who knows of his parent's whereabouts. Despite not being a technomancer himself, sprites and AI seem drawn to Andrew. Their ability to transfer messages without the company noticing has proven invaluable.

"Nightshade" (Evo citizen, student, matrix adept)
Flo is a dryad, born of an Evo eugenics project intended to breed the Awakened. Though the project was unsuccessful, it did produce a number of mages and adepts. Eventually. Before her Awakening, Flo was regarded (or rather, disregarded) as a failed test subject. She developed something of an inferiority complex as a result, and for a time, she was motivated by a need to prove the potency of her skills. But the girl came to realize this didn't make her happy. And that she had been misusing her abilities as a simple tool for personal gain.

Her magic deserved much more respect than that. How many people longed for power like hers, but would never have it? Flo has continued to develop her abilities, but not for the sake of Evo. She believes that on the Matrix, under the name Nightshade, she can find a purpose for her skills that isn’t related to the company agenda. With LeFey and Angelo at her side, she will not be alone in that search.

Over the past few months, Flo has become attuned to Seattle, and she has the feeling something is wrong with her home. She just doesn't know what.

Basically, to sum things up, Morgan, Andrew and Flo form a trio of disillusioned corp kids, a little more inspired by the main characters of Harry Potter than I originally intended.

"Mordred" (Mystic adept, Runner)
(He will be a PC in another of Aria's games. A link to his character profile will be included when it is finished.)

"E.T." (Fixer, Bartender)
In his own words, "A freaky, fabulous Formori fixer from out of this world!" E.T. owns the Bad Guy Bar, a send up of runner hangouts in the media. The nightclub is purposely designed to resemble the aftermath of a particularly vicious fight and the staff wouldn't look out of place in an action trid. Moreover, worker policy requires the bouncers to admit almost anyone who offers them a bribe. The Bad Guy Bar attracts patrons of all kinds, but there is an good way to tell a slumming SINner from someone with actual ties to the shadows. The former come for the theme, and the latter for the services of E.T.

The fixer himself is an enigma (no one has been able to determine what the initials stand for, though there is a betting pool on the answer). He arrived in Seattle five years ago to set up shop, and has been a fixture ever since. E.T.'s flamboyant appearance has led some to underestimate him, but not wisely. The Formori is a dangerous fighter, not to mention well connected. His signature drink is the Panic, a cocktail based on the alcohol "brewed" by wild satyrs. There are rumors the fixer was human until the wake of Halley's Comet caused him to goblinize, but those have not been confirmed.

Name: Colin "BOLO" Mathias
Human, 6'0, 165 lbs. Dark brown hair, brown eyes, Caucasian.

Priority Array:

Attributes:

Qualities:


Skills:
Active:

Knowledge & Languages:

Augmentations:

Contacts:

Gear:

Background:

Priority:
A: Magic
B: Attributes (20)
C: Skills (28/2)
D: Human (3)
E: Resources (6000)

Attributes: 20

BOD: 3
AGI: 2
REA: 2
STR: 2
WIL: 6
LOG: 3
INT: 5
CHA: 5
RES: 6
EDG: 5
ESS: 6

INI: 7 + 1d6

Physical Boxes: 10
Stun Boxes: 11

Limits:

Mental: 6
Physical: 3
Social: 8

Positive Qualities: Mentor Spirit: Seducer (5), Focused Concentration 5 (20)
Negative Qualities: Astral Beacon 10, Dependent 3, Prejudiced (Trolls) 7

Contacts: 15 points

Silk (Free GM Contact - don't know loyalty or connection)
Takeo Kensai - Yakuza Lieutenant (C4:L2)
Sid Danello - Talismonger (C2:L2)
Candy - Escort (C1:L5)

Skills (28/2)
Athletics Skill Group (2)
Spellcasting 6
Summoning 6
Counterspelling 4
Palming 4 (Pickpocket)
Sneaking 4
Perception 4
Con 4 (+2 Fast Talking) (+2 from Mentor Spirit)
Etiquette 4

Knowledge Skills (16):
English (L) N
Japanese (I) 2
Organized Crime (I) 2 (+2 Yakuza)
Street Gang Identification (I) 2
Vices (I) 3 (+2 Prostitution)
Seattle Knowledge (I) 2
Back Streets (I) 2 (+2 Puyallup)

Spells (10 Free + 15 karma)
Lightning Bolt DV F-3
Clairaudience DV F-3
Clairvoyance DV F-3
Analyze Truth DV F-2
Mind Probe DV F
Heal DV F-4
Trid Phantasm (+2 from Mentor Spirit) DV F
Improved Invisibility (+2 from Mentor Spirit) DV F-1
Physical Mask (+2 from Mentor Spirit) DV F1
Chaotic World (+2 from Mentor Spirit) DV F
Animate DV F-1
Influence DV F-1
Levitate DV F-2


Gear: 6000 (+5 Karma spent) (Total 16000)
Armor Jacket 1000
Erika Elite commlink 2500
Trodes 70
1 month Low Lifestyle
Rating 3 Fake SIN (Toby Smith) 7500
Capacity 3 Contacts 600 (Thermographic, Lowlight, Flare Compensation 1250)
Capacity 1 Glasses 100 (Vision Magnification 250)
1 meter Endoscope 250
Total spent - 15720

Switch is about 5'8, and weighs 80 kilos. His black hair is cut short, but usually concealed beneath a baseball cap. He is of mixed Caucasian-Japanese heritage. He dresses for comfort - jeans and a t-shirt normally. Currently he has decided that he likes the way he looks with a goatee, and is cultivating a short, well-trimmed one.

TBD

Attributes:
Body: 4
Agility: 6 (-8 -)
Reaction: 5 (-7 -)
Strength: 3
Willpower: 3 (+15 K)
Logic: 2 (+10 K)
Intuition: 4
Charisma: 6
Edge: 2
Essence: 2.77

-Limits-
Physical: 6
Mental: 4
Social: 6

Skills:
Acting Skill Group: 5
Firearms Skill Group: 5 (Semi-Automatics)
Gymnastics: 6
Running: 3 (Urban Free Running)
Sneaking: 5
Etiquette: 2
Unarmed Combat: 5 (Shock Hand)
Palming: 5
Disguise: 3
Negotiate: 2
Thrown Weapon: 1 (+2k)
Escape Artist: 2
Perception: 5
Locksmith: 5

Knowledge Skills:
English(N)
Japanese: 3
Sperethiel: 3
German: 2
Megacorp Politics: 2
Megacorp Security: 1
Popular Culture: 1

Augmentations:
Wired Reflexes 1 (Alphaware)
Reaction Enhancers 1
Bone Augmentation 2
Orthoskin 2
Muscle Toner 2 (Used)
Smartlink
Shock Hand
Datajack w- Sim-Rig

Qualities:
Photographic Memory -6
Cat-Like -7
Negative Qualities:
Insomnia +10
Code of Honor +15

Gear: (+10 K in gear 20,000 + 140,000= 160k)
Renraku Sensei Earbud Commlink
Ares Predator V w-Supressor
-100 Rounds Standard Ammo (6 Mags)
-100 Rounds Explosive Ammo (6 Mags)
-100 Rounds Stick and Shock Ammo (6 Mags)
-50 Rounds APDS Ammo (3 Mags)
SCK Model 100 w- Gas Vent 2
-100 Rounds Standard Ammo (3 Mags)
-100 Rounds Explosive Ammo (3 Mags)
-100 Rounds APDS (3 Mags)
-100 Rounds Stick and Shock Ammo (3 Mags)
Yamaha Raiden w- Gas Vent 3 & Shock Pad
-180 Rounds Explosive Ammunition (3 Mags)
-180 Rounds APDS Ammunition (3 Mags)
-100 Rounds Stick & Shock Ammunition (1 Mag)
Colt American L36- w Suppressor, Smartlink
Streetline Special
Chameleon Suit
Lockpick Set
Sequencer: 3
Autopicker: 3
Fake SIN: 3
Fake License: 5 (Predator)
Lifestyle (Squatter)
Microtransceiver
Respirator 4

Nuyen remaining: 1775

Background:
Elaina "Lany" Argyle.
Birthplace: Edinburgh, Scotland; 2060
Archetype: Face, Assassin
Age: 15
Height: 5' 1"
Weight: 118 lbs
Hair: Dark Brown, pulled back into a single thick braid
Eyes: Dark Blue

Born to blue collar parents in 2060 in Edinburgh, Scotland; Lany was an acting prodigy from a young age. Between the ages of
9-11 she won a series of young aspiring actress awards that earned her international attention. She was offered numerous
scholarships to prestigious acting schools upon her graduation, but instead of waiting took an apprenticeship at a Horizon
studio for young talent in L.A., leaving behind her parents and friends. What she found when she got there was not the
glamorous Hollywood lifestyle everyone outside the city thinks of, more like a boot camp for young actors who were legally
indentured to the studio. They put her and her fellow students through every test imaginable, physical and mental. As Lany
began to set herself apart from her classmates, she was taken into one on one training with some experienced actors, often
following them on-set as they traveled to remote filming locations. As this continued she was told that she was finished
with training in the studio school. Shortly after saying her goodbyes to friends at the school, she was told her Mother,
Father, and siblings were killed in a fire at their home in Edinburgh. She was only 12.
After the studio had given her some time to mourn the loss of her family, she found that she was no longer training with
anyone she recognized as an actor. Her on-set excursions ended, and she spent most of her time training with men and women
wearing mostly suits, and found that reading scripts for movies had changed into exercises in impersonation and improvised
performance. She soon realized that they were teaching her to imitate actual executives from rival Megacorps, how to lie
her way past security guards and low-level Mob thugs, to get where she wasn't supposed to get. When she asked why she was
learning these skills, she was told she was being groomed for a very important part in one of Horizon's biggest ventures.
She acted excited, but deep down she knew they were not training her for any movie.
She was then transferred to a new school where she was told she would learn about dance and stage fighting, but when she got
there she found herself thrown into advanced marksman training and learning defensive combat skills.
Not long after this began, the memories in Lany's head get blurry. In fact, it was the first time in her life that she
couldnt remember clearly. She can see the trainer who had brought her here arguing with a rather small man in a suit; her
trainer yelling that she wasn't ready for this, and she remembers the small man in the suit saying just one word in response,
"regardless". After that things went black; then a storm of disconnected images and flashes and words. And Pain. My God the pain.

The next thing she remembers is being on the street. It was night, but the lights of the city glowed bright and people were still moving
up and down the streets. Lany didnt know where she was, but felt like she knew where she was going even if she couldn't think of why she
was, or even what she should do when she got there. Despite all the confusion her pace was fast, she felt like she was getting close. Lany
noticed that she was moving further away from bright lights and the bustle of people, into darker slums and a strange silence that hung over
the area ominously. She saw a door leading into an old warehouse, it looked abandoned, but something flashed in her vision as she glanced in
its direction. That was where she was going. Lany was confused, and scared; something didnt feel right. She felt strange like somehow more
disconnected from the world around her than she had been before. All the misgivings aside, she was headed for that door. She had no choice in
that and she knew it. Something was definitely wrong.

When she reached the door, she realized it was locked. Now what was she going to do? The question seemed to answer itself as before she had even
finished thinking of it she reached into her pocket and produced a fancy electronic device. A sequencer; this was a Maglock, she realized. She
began inputting some numbers as the sequencer began to decode the lock, and soon she heard a barely audible click as it finished its work. How did
I do that, she thought. She had never picked a lock in her life, yet that had seemed easy, as if she had done it 1,000 times before. Surprised, and
oddly proud of herself, she opened the door.

As she walked through the door, 3 men jumped up startled. They hadn't heard the lock disengage over there conversation, and pulled their guns on
Lany before she could say anything. They appeared disarmed when they realized it was a young girl, and one seemed to be concerned that she was out
there alone. As he approached to talk to her, he dropped down on one knee to get to her level. Lany tried to ask him where she was, what was going on,
but she couldn't. The words wouldn't come out. She looked up at the man, trying to communicate through her eyes the utter confusion she was in. But as
she looked him in the eye a red crosshair appeared, and she quickly saw his expression change to fear when he saw the gun Lany had pulled out. She didn't
have a gun was all she thought as she pulled the trigger. The bang of the gun broke the brief calm that had settled over the scene, not nearly as loud
as she thought it would be that up-close. But as the men rushed to pull their guns back up, it all seemed like slow motion to her. She spun around, burying
a kick into one of the men, slowing him down, while her gun leveled on the other. She didn't want to shoot him, but it was all happening regardless of what
she felt or wanted. As the man hit the ground, she returned to the guard she had spin kicked, knocking the gun from his hand with another, then vaulting off
the wall for the third to get the extra push she needed to get his bulky ork frame to the ground. As the ork laid on the ground trying to figure out what
had hit him she pounded down into his chest with the palm of her hand, feeling a sudden jolt of electricity pass from her hand into his chest, driving the air
out while the shock rendered him unconcious. Then in horror, she went and picked up the gun she had dropped; she hadn't realized she dropped it, and strode over
to his defensless form. She aimed the gun down at his forehead, and despite the terror of what she was doing, executing him, she fired; and continued further into
the building.

This was a nightmare. It HAD to be a nightmare. She felt disgusted with herself, she had killed three people back there, two of them in cold blood. A man who was
trying to help her, and an ork who was down and no threat to her, and she had done it without the slightest bit of hesitation in the execution of her movements.
Her mind had screamed no, but her body hadn't seemed to notice her objections. What else had she done? What else was she capable of? The thoughts disturbed her.
She was still pressing onward, she noticed her footsteps didnt make a sound. She saw a woman step out from behind a corner up ahead, giving her a confused look
as Lany aimed and fired. She was on the ground. Lany didnt slow down, just shot her prostrate form as she walked past. What was she doing? A man shouted out behind
her running up to the woman's body to see if he could help her. Lany didn't know if he had seen her, but she turned and shot him dead anyways. She heard people stirring
all around her, they must have heard that man's shout. She started running, up a set of stairs, she felt like she was getting close. Someone reached out from the side,
trying to grab her, but she tripped him and shot the back of his head on his way down. She kept going, now under pistol fore coming from a doorway up ahead. He had good cover,
but she was able to aim around it easily with her targetting reticle. The exchange of gunfire drew the more people, she felt a shot rip into her back from behind, but she kept
going, the suit she was wearing must have been armored. She produced a grenade and threw it behind her, not waiting to watch the results of the blast, the shots from behind her
ceasing being the only confirmation she needed, and surged ahead towards a doorway down the hall. This had to be it, this must almost be over. She felt where she had been shot,
there was a hole in her armor; her skin had somehow stopped the bullet. What was going on? What was she?

She burst through the door before she could finish the thought. There were 7 people in the room, most of them armed, but somehow Lany knew who she had to kill, his name was Fury. She led with her gun,
shooting a man who had stepped in front of the young Native American man she knew to be her target, then another coming at her from the side. A third shot at her mark went off course as her
gun was knocked to the ground by a tough-looking dwarf with a pair of brass knuckles on, but Lany spun around striking with the back of her hand against the dwarf's face. The momentum
behind the strike had knocked a couple of the dwarf's teeth out, but he was still standing, and took a swing with his obviously cybernetically enhanced muscles driving the blow. Lany
was able to duck the first blow, but the second blow from his left landed like a wrecking ball. The dwarf felt like he had just punched a wall, and the little girl just kept coming
kicking him in the side before landing a strike into his chest, another jolt of electricity passing from her hand to the now unconcious dwarf. After seeing he was going down, Lany dove
for her gun, picking it up and firing a round into a women who had also went for her gun, then drawing the crosshairs in her vision on Fury himself. Before she fired, he lashed out at
her with a blinding bolt of energy, striking the skilljack Lany did not even know was right beneath her right ear. As the bolt struck home, Lany could feel something let go, whatever
had been driving her to do what she did was cut off; she felt back in control. But the moment was brief, before she could thank whoever had freed her from her nightmare, she blacked
out and lost consciousness.

It was months later before Lany came out of the comatose state the A.I. Fury's bolt had put her in. She recognized the face of Lefey, a young technomancer that had been there when she had tried to kill
Fury. Lany didnt understand why they had helped her after what she had done, why they didn't just kill her. But Fury and Lefey told her that what had happened was not her doing; she had been turned into
a living weapon by Horizon, against her will. As Lany regained her strength, the feelings of confusion over what had happened to her began to change to anger over what they had done. They had used her,
turned her into a killer. Her dreams for life were shattered, her innocence was gone, and there was blood on her hands. But as she trained and discovered the skills and abilities Horizon had left her with,
she found a new dream; revenge. Lefey reccommended bringing in a more experienced runner to help provide Lany some guidance in her skillset, introducing her to "Nikki the Knife" Meadows, an accomplished
assassin. Nikki began to give Lany her first real lessons as a professional hitman, and it wasn't long before Lany was ready to start running the shadows, eager to prove herself and get back at Horizon for
all they had done to her.

PRIORITIES

A - Magic - Mystic Adept, Magic 6, two Rating 5 Magical skills, 10 spells
B - Skills - 36/5
C - Metatype - Human, Edge +5
D - Attributes - 14
E - Resources - 6,000¥

ATTRIBUTES

Body 3
Agility 2
Reaction 2
Strength 1

Willpower 5
Logic 1
Intuition 3
Charisma 5

Edge 7
Magic 6
Essence 6

Initiative 5+1d6
Astral Initiative 6+2d6

KARMA

Good Karma 0
Total Karma 5

LIMITS

Physical 3
Mental 4
Social 7

QUALITIES

Focused Concentration 5 (20 Karma)
Mentor Spirit (Seductress) (5 Karma)
Allergy (Seafood; Mild) (-10 Karma)
Astral Beacon (-10 Karma)
SINner (National SIN; Keira Young) (-5 Karma)

ACTIVE SKILLS

Spellcasting 6
Counterpelling 6
Summoning 6
Binding 6
Perception 6
Assensing 6
Con 5
Impersonation 5
Influence Group 5
- Etiquette 5
- Leadership 5
- Negotiation 5

KNOWLEDGE SKILLS

Local Area Knowledge (Seattle) 3
Fashion & Style 3
Nightclubs 2

LANGUAGES

English N

ADEPT POWERS

Adrenaline Boost 3
Astral Perception
Attribute Boost (Agility) 1
Attribute Boost (Reaction) 1
Attribute Boost (Strength) 1
Combat Sense 6
Voice Control

SPELLS

Stunbolt DV F-3
Heal DV F-4
Increase Charisma DV F-3
Increase Intuition DV F-3
Increase Reflexes DV F
Improved Invisibility DV F-1
Physical Mask DV F-1
Trid Phantasm DV F
Control Thoughts DV F-1
Levitate DV F-2

CONTACTS

Cole, Fixer (Connection 5, Loyalty 1)
A well-connected Fixer, who seems to be able to get everything, at least from Keira's point of view. She has only worked for him once, and still has to prove herself to be worthy of his attention.

Jake 'JJ' Johnson, Bartender & Street-level Fixer (Connection 3, Loyalty 4)
A tall, handsome guy with short, brown hair. JJ is one of the bartenders of the Concrete Beach nightclub in Downtown, who is upping his salary by working as a fixer. While he is not super successful, he gets to know a lot of people through his job, which makes acquiring new contacts and customers quite a breeze. A few years ago, he had a short relationship with Keira, but they simply weren't made for each other, at least not in a long-term sense. They did stay friends afterwards, however.

Kassandra, Talismonger (Connection 1, Loyalty 1)
An old amerindian dog shaman, who operates a talismonger shop in Tacoma, where Keira usually buys her fetishes and other materials.

GEAR

Armor Clothing (AR 6) with Electrochromic Modification (950¥)
Armor Jacket (AR 12) (1,000¥)
Renraku Sensei Commlink (DR 3) (1,000¥)
Micro-Transceiver (100¥)
Survival Kit (200¥)
Medkit 3 (750¥)

LIFESTYLE

Low Lifestyle (2,000¥)

NUYEN

10,000¥

The attractive brunette is of average height, about 5'6", with a slender figure. She is in her mid-twenties. Her luxurious hair is falling down to her waist in loose waves. Her pale blue eyes sit under perfectly shaped eyebrows. Her open-minded nature is mirrored in her choice of clothes, unabashedly underlining her good looks with skintight or fairly revealing dresses.

Keira has always been in Seattle. She was born there, she was raised there, and she lost her parents there. They died during the big Matrix Crash a bit more than a decade ago. Without money and without a real home, she lived on the streets for a while. The child, however, was far from your typical street scum prey. Her magical talents have always been strong. They had manifested at the age of seven, and been on the rise since then. In her teens, she was able to protect herself rather well already, with spells and spirits, and these talents are the reason, why she is still around. On her way, Keira was rarely alone. She quickly made friends and lost them equally fast, usually by choice, as the seductive voices in her head were driving her forward, giving her a purpose. She has many vices and few virtues. There is little she hasn't tried, yet, and little she wouldn't do, as long as it furthered her needs or satisfied her urges. The years on the street have hardened her. She might look like a nice girl, and she is not above using that to her advantage, but inside she is a schemer and manipulator, arousing desire in others and always on the lookout to get the next kick.

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Looking Glass 0

a 450K
b att 20 points
c ork
d skills 22 points
e magic

Birth Date: Feb 15, 2052
Birthplace: Ork underground, Seattle UCAS
Nationality: UCAS Citizen (so are both fake SIN's)
Metatype: Ork
Gender: Male
Current: Residence: Tacoma, UCAS
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 240 lbs
Hair: Brown, buzz cut
Eyes: Pale blue, cyber
Distinguishing Physical Features:
Obvious cyberarms, heavy scaring on torso, left tusk is chipped
Psychological Traits:
Organized, even tempered
Motivations: new augmentations, thrill seeking
Lifestyles: Middle

Attributes


Quailites


Skills


Augmentations


Vehicles (12,000)


Identities (26,000

Electronics (5,850)

Biotech (4,000)


Clothing and Armor (2,150)


Lifestyle (5,000)
-5,000 Middle Lifestyle (1 month)

Weapons (5,450)


Explosives (2,470)


Contacts (6 points from charisma, 8 karma spent

449735 spent