== Personal Data ==
Name: Jaws Alias:
Dwarf Movement: 18/36 (1m/hit) Swim: 14 (1m/hit)
Composure: 7
Street Cred: 0 Judge Intentions: 6
Notoriety: 0 Lift/Carry: 17 (150 kg/100 kg)
Public Awareness: 0 Memory: 8
Karma: 0 Nuyen: 655¥
Age: Skin:
Eyes: Hair:
Primary Arm: Right

== Priorities ==
Metatype: C,2
Attributes: A,4
Special: D,1
Skills: E,0
Resources: B,3
Bonus Skill: Aeronautics Mechanic
Bonus Skill: Arcana

== Attributes ==
BOD: 7 CHA: 1
AGI: 6 (9) INT: 5
REA: 4 (7) LOG: 2
STR: 7 (10) WIL: 6
EDG: 2 MAG: 2 (0)

== Derived Attributes
Essence: Initiative: 12 +1d6
Physical Damage Track: 12 Rigger Initiative: 12 +1d6
Stun Damage Track: 11 Astral Initiative: 10 +3d6
Physical: 12 Matrix AR: 12 +1d6
Mental: 5 Matrix Cold: 5 + DP +3d6
Medkit [+5] (Only for First Aid and Medicine)
Vision Enhancement [+3] (Only for visual Perception)
Social: 4 Matrix Hot: 5 + DP +4d6
Impassive [-1] (Does not include Intimidation.)
Securetech PPP: Arms Kit [-1] (Must be visible)
Securetech PPP: Legs Kit [-1] (Must be visible)
Securetech PPP: Vitals Kit [-1] (Must be visible)
Astral: 5

== Active Skills ==
Gunnery Base: 0 + Karma: 1 = 1 Pool: 10
Longarms (Sniper Rifles) Base: 6 + Karma: 0 = 6 Pool: 15 (17)
Perception Base: 4 + Karma: 0 = 4 Pool: 10
Pilot Ground Craft Base: 0 + Karma: 1 = 1 Pool: 8
Unarmed Combat (Striking Callus) Base: 6 + Karma: 0 = 6 Pool: 18 (20)

== Knowledge Skills ==
Or'zet Base: 1 + Karma: 0 = 1 Pool: 6
Area Knowledge: Chicago (Containment Zone) Base: 4 + Karma: 0 = 4 Pool: 9 (11)
Magical Threats (Insect Spirits) Base: 4 + Karma: 0 = 4 Pool: 6 (
Underworld Base: 3 + Karma: 0 = 3 Pool: 8

== Qualities ==
Adept
Astral Beacon
Biocompatability (Cyberware)
Impassive
In Debt VI
Mentor Spirit (Shark)
Prototype Transhuman
Resistance to Pathogens/Toxins
Superhuman Psychosis
Thermographic Vision
Wanted (Knight Errant)

== Powers ==
Adrenaline BoostRating: 2
Astral Perception
Combat SenseRating: 1
Critical Strike (Unarmed)
Killing Hands
Mystic ArmorRating: 1

== Lifestyle ==
Abandoned Subway (Low)1 Months

== Cyberware/Bioware ==
Bone Lacing (Titanium)
Double Elastin
Muscle AugmentationRating 3
Muscle TonerRating 3
OrthoskinRating 1
Platelet Factories
Reaction EnhancersRating 3
Sleep Regulator
Smartlink
Striking CallusRating 4
Synch

== Armor ==
Armor Jacket 14
+ Gel Packs
Forearm Guards 1
Securetech PPP: Arms Kit 1
Securetech PPP: Legs Kit 1
Securetech PPP: Vitals Kit 1
SWAT Helmet 3

== Weapons ==
Enfield AS-7
+ Personalized Grip
+ Smartgun System, External
Pool: 15 Accuracy: 7 DV: 13P AP: -1 RC: 5
Ranger Arms SM-3 (2050)
+ Imaging Scope (2050)
+ Personalized Grip
+ Silencer
+ Smartgun System, External
Pool: 15 (17)Accuracy: 11 DV: 14P AP: -5 RC: 5
Unarmed Attack
Pool: 18 Accuracy: 12 DV: 16P AP: - RC: 5

== Commlink ==
MCT Blue Defender (ATT: 0, SLZ: 0, DP: 1, FWL: 5)

== Gear ==
Ammo: APDS (Sniper Rifles) x50
Ammo: Flechette Rounds (Shotguns) x50
Contacts Rating 3
+ Vision Enhancement Rating 3
Medkit Rating 5

== Vehicles ==
Thundercloud Morgan
+ Handling EnhancementRating 1
+ Increased Seating
+ Manual Control Override
+ Off-Road Suspension
+ Valkyrie Module
+ Weapon Mount Control (Manual)
+ Weapon Mount Flexibility (Fixed)
+ Weapon Mount Type (Standard)
+ Weapon Mount Visibility (External)
+ Ammo: Regular Ammo (Assault Rifles) x250 x250
+ Grenade: Flash-Bang x4 x4
+ Grenade: Fragmentation x4 x4

== Contacts ==
Fancy Derek (Coyote), Near CZ (Connection: 1, Loyalty: 1)

My backstory:

Dan Knight was born in 2037 for a happy and proud military family, as second generation special government agent he was bred for this job and received security training along with his mother's milk. Things progressed smoothly and at the age of 18, he was nearing the end of his expensive education when a day before graduation they were unexpectedly called into a rescue mission.

Matias, their commander approached his platoon and said “Initiates, this is your chance to show if you managed to learn anything. We got a rescue mission but I can only take four volunteers?” Instinctively, all of them raised their hands to the air - volunteering was just an emotional manipulation there was no choice in that. There was never a choice - they had a single purpose, to serve and protect.

Dan was proud to be selected to this mission, clearly he was one of the best in his platoon. He packed his equipment and entered the helicopter that arrived shortly after. The helicopter ride was short and took them into downtown Chicago. Some rampage spirits were spotted and they needed to get some VIPs out before it was too late. Well... it was too late.

The entire hospital crew was inhibited by some abominations which he later learned were bug spirits, or simply bugs. The vips were dead and their weapons were ineffective, overwhelmed almost upon arrival Dan got separated from his team

Dan fortified himself in a room and called for evacuation, he held his own until bullets were out, and as these pesky bugs kept attempting to break in he had two choices - fight and die or do something crazy and Dan did something crazy indeed, he jumped into the garbage disposal peer, dropping 8 floors until the floor. Whatever it was, his attackers were unlikely to follow. He was banged up, but he survived. Dan had the latest word in augmentations, things that were top secret military only at the time.

So he managed to leave the hospital, but what then? He needed to get out of there - but was there anywhere to go? What stopped these monsters from overwhelming the entire city. No - the army will rescue him... He just needed to survive long enough. The next hours spent finding shelter, scouring for food and supplies. Did I say hours? Scratch that, the first months were like that. I was wounded few times and the medic kit run out of supplies. Ammo became a problem, medicine was as well and food was difficult. Every raid had dangers and rescue was not coming, the darn link did not work - or perhaps there really was nobody out there.

Eventually, everything has rules - the bugs were more active in certain places and certain times and chaos became order. What one would consider end of the world became a tiresome reality of scavenging, fortifying until supplies are low and then scavenging again. Months passed, even years. Dan felt as if he was losing his mind, seeing things, imagining things he awakened and it felt bad terrible. Astral sight distracted him, obscured his senses and made him vulnerable to things that he did not knew was there - hostile spirits or whatever.

Clearly, his first training was to control that world and block it away. He finally managed to do it after few dangerous weeks where it nearly killed him. However, suppressing astral sight did not suppress all the voices. “Why hide? Runaway? Kill them make them fear you.”

“Oh shut up, I only killed like three of them and there are so many... it is useless.”

“I can teach you how to kill hundreds of them, if you trust me.”

“Trust a voice in my head? Never!”

Yes, Dan’s relationship with the Shark did not go well. Spirits where terrible things and he just became much more aware of them. The astral was a terrible and tainted place and just looking into it made him sick. Nothing good could ever come up from magic.

Yet the Shark chose him and the next time he had to fight bugs they died at his hands. Something changed, the hands had a magic aura to them, but it was not his own magic.

“Leave me alone spirit, I do not need you. I can survive on my own.”

“Do you think that your unit is coming? I am all you have stupid, with my magic and your augmentations we can get far. Survive... thrive even. Why scavenge when you can have your own territory, protect it and slay anyone that crosses the line. Your own building... filled with supplies. “

“Well... food is kind of low. “

“Come I will show you the way”


And so Dan followed the spirit that showed him into an underground discount supermarket. Dan planted the vegetables to see what grew in florescent lights, few trips to electronic stores got some UV lights which means he had food. He also had a supply of hunting gear, not his first choice but plenty of arrows, tents sleeping bags.

He built his underground kingdom, butchered any spirit that dared approaching. Rigged it with video cameras, traps, generators for electricity. Whatever he could, and as the years passed few bugs entered his domain. Deciding that it was better to ignore the lone crazy dwarf. Dan kept training and as the bugs left him alone, he started hunting them for practice.

Not full assault over a swarm of them but when his cameras spotted isolated bugs he tackled them. In a way, he decided to become predator rather than pray. To settle in and fight rather than run. To thrive rather than survive.

At the scale of things he was insignificant, there were always enough bugs. No reinforcement came until his link stop functioning and without the technical skills he ditched it. He stopped waiting, he had his underground lair which was less dangerous than the rest of the city and whomever wandered in died horribly.

He managed to grow food inside, and there were enough supplies for a single dwarf for eternity. Well nearly ethernity. Dan spent a total of 20 years in the CZ and survived.


He recently discovered, a year too late that the world did not end and that the bugs were purged from the entire city. It was by accident, he has given up hope of being saved long ago. It was just that whatever wandered in his shop was not bugs, but people. They were running away from a toxic spirit. Dan killed the spirit and nearly killed the people when he was done with it.

“Wait... what?” said a confused man as Dan pushed him strongly toward the wall.


“Die BUG! Die!” he said and snapped his head.


“We are not bugs please, said a woman and shot him with a pistol right in the chest.

Dan laughed “Oh really, how can that be?” he completely ignored the pistol, his titanium bones and armor made it a toy gun.

“The city was cleared a some months ago, we were looking to make some fortune fetching a lost prototype weapon when that spirit came.”

That did not sound like a bug spirit but they were sneaky bastards. On the other hand, he did not look at them much.

Alright, I’ll look at you but if something jumps me as I open my eyes I will butcher all of you. He said and opened his third eye. They were human, terrified but plain.

“M... but how? How can weaklings like you survive? You cannot even fight you just let me kill your leader. Your guns are too small, how can you be alive?”


“I am Fiona, and these two are Don E and Emily.” We heard that there was this prototype nearby something of historical value. Paying us a bunch if we could find it.”

So bored Dan decided to help them, if only so he can hear actual voices for a change. Eventually, one thing led to another and Dan started adjusting to new life - people needed to enter the CZ and they needed to survive the trip. Fragile people, with little guns and little chrome and there were many of them. At first he killed them as they approached, appearing as no more than a beast. Dan felt that he could not do it for long, they were changing first came scavengers to seek tresure but then criminals and gangers to claim their own territories. In the future even police and cooperations - he needed to change.

The loner dwarf became a guide, a security - a shadowrunner... He made a deal with the Mafia. They would forigive him for butchering 15 of their men if he would pay them and do favors for them. He had a way out and needed money, they needed a guide in the CZ to make sure that their buildings were clear. The debit did not seem to shrink and Dan felt cheated, but more work found him - and it brought him hope of losing the debit. Being his own master again - and perhaps one day there will be a place in society for him. Dwarfs lived for a very long time and at 38 he was still young, he could still have a life.

Do our characters already know each other? I usually prefer that be the case, unless story-line specific.
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Do our characters already know each other? I usually prefer that be the case, unless story-line specific.

EDITed to add: I use this site for the color codes.

I too am waiting to watch Titan destroy some ghoulish bastards.

Well, with Bastard painting the rest of the group into a corner moving game time up to the meet time, I went ahead and modified my post I wrote Thursday to get us all into the same physical space (roughly) and time index (roughly) so we can all kick back and wait for the GM to pick up the threads together

@Bastard/Titan - PCs who want to time stamp their posts for a sense of temporal consistency is all fine in my book. But I don't consider it to be a mandate nor do I desire it to be one. Lets also not resort to childish name calling shall we. This game is very much in it's infancy and i'm still feeling everyone and everything out and constructing my plans based on those feelings.