Role Call!
Fox - Shadow
Sydney - McQullian
Darien Starr - Whizbang
Grizzly - Sphynx
Gun - paul_HArkonen
Jaws - gobogen
Full Version: OOC: Bounty Hunt
I play Jaws.
Gun, and me, siging in for duty.
Ok gobogen, I just had you and Paul backwards then. Cool.
Everyone re-port your character backgrounds. Then get to work working your backgrounds together. You may also want to post what your character does for the team and whatnot.
You are already a team that has worked together a few times. I also need to know who would be in charge.
Everyone re-port your character backgrounds. Then get to work working your backgrounds together. You may also want to post what your character does for the team and whatnot.
You are already a team that has worked together a few times. I also need to know who would be in charge.
Darien Starr, checking in.
Darien Starr doesn't talk much about his past. What little that can be gleamed is that he was a special ops decker for Saeder-Krupp until he had a run in with some hellhounds. As he seems no worse the wear for the encounter, aside for less than obvious cybernetics, his reasons for leaving the corp he keeps to himself. He also keeps to himself the time in between, which was spent as a shadowrunner. He doesn't have a particular grudge against paranormal creatures...in fact he has an extreme fear of hellhounds. Instead, he works with the group to enable him to practice his skills with electronics and in the Matrix in a technically more legal setting.
That's what the rest of the group would know...here's the full story.
Darien Starr doesn't talk much about his past. What little that can be gleamed is that he was a special ops decker for Saeder-Krupp until he had a run in with some hellhounds. As he seems no worse the wear for the encounter, aside for less than obvious cybernetics, his reasons for leaving the corp he keeps to himself. He also keeps to himself the time in between, which was spent as a shadowrunner. He doesn't have a particular grudge against paranormal creatures...in fact he has an extreme fear of hellhounds. Instead, he works with the group to enable him to practice his skills with electronics and in the Matrix in a technically more legal setting.
That's what the rest of the group would know...here's the full story.
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Sydney checking in.
Basically, I'm light fire support and inflitration. I can get past just about every scanner and determine how people are feeling. Wards are my worst nightmare.
Human Female, 5'8" Dishwater Blonde hair, Blue eyes. Very muscular but lithe--think Olympic swimmer/diver. Tough as nails, she goes into sneezing fits around Hell Hounds. Sydney surged in a horrible way--Dual natured, fangs and claws.
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Basically, I'm light fire support and inflitration. I can get past just about every scanner and determine how people are feeling. Wards are my worst nightmare.
Human Female, 5'8" Dishwater Blonde hair, Blue eyes. Very muscular but lithe--think Olympic swimmer/diver. Tough as nails, she goes into sneezing fits around Hell Hounds. Sydney surged in a horrible way--Dual natured, fangs and claws.
I'd also suggest a quick description of your character, including and of the weird stuff that others in the party would know about (ie: I know that two of the characters are Dual Natured, stuff like that).
Repeat of Background:
Anyhows, as team players, here's the "special" of my character (a CyberShaman):
He has 4 spells quickened. Levitate (he always hovers), Magic Fingers (basically a Strength 6 telekinesis), Increased Reflexes-3, and Combat Sense.
In addition to complete control over motion through his 2 major spells, in combat he's almost impossible to surprise and can literally dodge bullets, especially when that Armour spell kicks in. He also has a great Heal spell, Improved Invis (which appears to be self-only), and about 20 other spells that he often uses, but to a lesser degree. Overall, he's the epitome of a Sorcerer, all sorts of spells, with the exception of not a single Combat Spell. He calls his Silenced Ares Predator III his CombatBolt.
Grizzly.
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Anyhows, as team players, here's the "special" of my character (a CyberShaman):
He has 4 spells quickened. Levitate (he always hovers), Magic Fingers (basically a Strength 6 telekinesis), Increased Reflexes-3, and Combat Sense.
In addition to complete control over motion through his 2 major spells, in combat he's almost impossible to surprise and can literally dodge bullets, especially when that Armour spell kicks in. He also has a great Heal spell, Improved Invis (which appears to be self-only), and about 20 other spells that he often uses, but to a lesser degree. Overall, he's the epitome of a Sorcerer, all sorts of spells, with the exception of not a single Combat Spell. He calls his Silenced Ares Predator III his CombatBolt.
Grizzly.
History type thing for Gun
Each heartbeat reverberated inside his skull. Each beat another one of freedom, and another beat that might give him away. The thermal search lights played across his vision, each one sweeping, looking for him, but, in the wrong spot. It was sheer luck that kept him free now, a chance encounter with the general, a fortunate trip that dislodged his tracking beacon and a single, now dead, person in his path. Each a single instance that had helped place him here, rather than in the morgue or worse. They would catch him, they always caught the runners, except that one, the cyber zombie from years ago, and he prayed to cuatl that he could make it two escapees. It was his training he needed now; it was his training that might save him. The lights continued their sweep, looking a searching, and one close now, too close. They’re heading back now, to call in the mages, and the heavy T-Birds. Time to move now, once he made it into CAS territory he should survive. If he makes it.
It was a simple thing, sign the form, become a Jaguar Guard, the most elite of Aztlan’s forces. Now it’s turned into something of a nightmare. Each time he returned from a mission they offered to make him better, stronger, faster. Each time he accepted, seeing Cyber on a daily basis helped make those choices for him. “It’s just a simple surgery, no different from the bioware already in you,” they told him. But it was different, each time he came out stronger, or faster, just as they said he would, but he also came out less human. Each surgery had replaced some part of his humanity with the cold of a machine. At first he didn’t realize it, but now it was too late. After completing his full training and missions, the officer’s were amazed at his skills, his strength and his learning curve. They told him he had one more surgery and then he would be ready for the top assignments. It was only fate that saved him, a chance encounter with the general in charge of the base taught him about cyberzombies, and that chance encounter revealed the truth about his next surgery.
First through the CAS and now the UCAS, freedom. But there are still people hunting him, always they are there, always on his tail. His sudden moves should have bought him time but no, some how they were still on his trail. There, that patch of shadow has the wrong heat levels, that one has none, odd that. So that makes one mage and one black ops specialist, good both of them, but not good enough. The alley way there, that must be their ambush spot, two men, that leaves one sniper, but where is he? The building over there, he has got to be in there. Time to act. Sliding forward he took a single short step forward, and began his fall downward. Timing it perfectly his enhanced body could feel more than see the sniper’s shot fly just wide, right where his head should have been. Now, rolling out of his “fall” he raised himself to a crouch. As he completed the roll he felt his hand touch and integrate with his AK, smartlink activating in his body. Mage first, sniper next, grunt last. Three shots in a quick burst, each impacting the center of the odd heat source. Red spread across the street, too much red. Frag, spirit, diving from his crouch he could feel the bullet glance off his armored torso. That’s 2. Still on the ground he pulled down the trigger unloading at the Blood spirit. 10 bullets flew from his gun, his smartlink counting them against the total. Spirit there, where’s the mage? Too late, he could feel the heat from of the fire as it passed just over him, the mage’s reactions not quite good enough to catch him. There. Three bullets from the AK, red in the street and one less Blood Mage. Rolling left he heard the sniper’s shot his the concrete, mere inches from his head. Rolling out of sight he stood into a low crouch. Watching the approach routes he began to unpack the rifle, Coutl give me luck. Stepping out from his position and aiming at his target the mag picked out the target perfectly. A silenced “crack” in the night air and the sniper was down. Only the grunt to go. Pain flared in his arm. Found the grunt. Dropping the rifle, he raised his AK, almost too late the sound of automatic gunfire reverberated throughout the alley, grunt down time to move on though. Picking up his rifle he began to move on.
Ticking down the time on his chronometer Francisco Hernandez watched the meet site through the enhanced view screen of his helmet. Click, click, click, each second one closer to his appointed time. There, movement, one person, two, three, but what’s wrong with them. They seem to be having difficulty walking properly. That one is fine, but the rest seem off center. The job had been simple, track down one man, and bring him in, dead or alive. Now it had become more difficult. He was never alone, always surrounded by that entourage of his. The noise of the club filtered through the sides of his helmet, the pulse of music causing everything within a one block radius to vibrate. The two bouncers stood flanking the entrance, but they weren’t Gun’s concern. Gun, interesting name that they chose for me. Reminds me that the only thing they see in me is grunt work, my past, my future, all of it now just an afterthought.
The target, a well to do, wageslave, former wageslave, was dressed in a well designed overcoat. He looked fairly normal, spoke rationally, went to clubs, brought home women, paid his bills on time, and was clean shaven. He radiated confidence and strength, yet something seemed just a little off. Something wasn’t quite right about him. Something had happened to him; about 4 months ago, he had disappeared, gone, with no trace. His wife didn’t know what had happened, his boss fired him after he missed work for several days straight, and then he reappeared, almost a month later. However, when he reappeared something had happened, his eyes had a slightly maniacal gleam to them. He didn’t return to work, his wife disappeared and he began to go clubbing. The clubbing seemed normal until he the disappearances. Then someone found a dead body outside his home, he wasn’t there and the house was clean. Further disappearances lead to calling in the big guns, the bounty hunters. That’s where this team comes in.
Trancducing through his headware radio Gun reported in. “This is two I’m in position, target spotted. I’ve got three bodies around him and two bystanders.” Bystanders always get messy, but he’s smooth, never seen except in public, and then lost after the club. Crackling back across the channel, “this is one commence operation, three, you’re up.” From somewhere across the street muzzle flashes flared. At that same moment the guards began to stagger. “guards down.” My turn, a strange turn of events to place me here, chasing down people who, like me, just want to get away. Running forward out of his position, Gun lined up his AK with the target. Suddenly, the air began to ripple around the target, and large forms began to take shape. Not waiting for them to materialize Gun began opening fire with the assault rifle. “Shana, we’ve got spirits here, insect totem, you’ve got to handle it.” Praying that he might survive Gun emptied his clip into the targets, and slid his sword from its sheath. Muertos had served him well in the past and it would again this night.
The aftermath was bloody, the target was down, but so was Shana and Evil Eye. The night had been costly but the mission was completed, and now it’s time to return home, before Lone Star picks up on this little foray.
The night that Francisco entered Seattle the famous rains were falling. He entered the first bar he found, a seedy joint run by one George Harrison. George, as Gun would come to know him as, took one look at him and immediately offered him a job, a simple run. The job was his first introduction to bounty hunting, and the first time he had felt in his element since leaving Aztlan. Keeping his history as much a secret as possible Gun began running for George. Using the skills he was taught in Aztlan’s military he was able to hunt down paranormal animals and people with equal easy.
Each heartbeat reverberated inside his skull. Each beat another one of freedom, and another beat that might give him away. The thermal search lights played across his vision, each one sweeping, looking for him, but, in the wrong spot. It was sheer luck that kept him free now, a chance encounter with the general, a fortunate trip that dislodged his tracking beacon and a single, now dead, person in his path. Each a single instance that had helped place him here, rather than in the morgue or worse. They would catch him, they always caught the runners, except that one, the cyber zombie from years ago, and he prayed to cuatl that he could make it two escapees. It was his training he needed now; it was his training that might save him. The lights continued their sweep, looking a searching, and one close now, too close. They’re heading back now, to call in the mages, and the heavy T-Birds. Time to move now, once he made it into CAS territory he should survive. If he makes it.
It was a simple thing, sign the form, become a Jaguar Guard, the most elite of Aztlan’s forces. Now it’s turned into something of a nightmare. Each time he returned from a mission they offered to make him better, stronger, faster. Each time he accepted, seeing Cyber on a daily basis helped make those choices for him. “It’s just a simple surgery, no different from the bioware already in you,” they told him. But it was different, each time he came out stronger, or faster, just as they said he would, but he also came out less human. Each surgery had replaced some part of his humanity with the cold of a machine. At first he didn’t realize it, but now it was too late. After completing his full training and missions, the officer’s were amazed at his skills, his strength and his learning curve. They told him he had one more surgery and then he would be ready for the top assignments. It was only fate that saved him, a chance encounter with the general in charge of the base taught him about cyberzombies, and that chance encounter revealed the truth about his next surgery.
First through the CAS and now the UCAS, freedom. But there are still people hunting him, always they are there, always on his tail. His sudden moves should have bought him time but no, some how they were still on his trail. There, that patch of shadow has the wrong heat levels, that one has none, odd that. So that makes one mage and one black ops specialist, good both of them, but not good enough. The alley way there, that must be their ambush spot, two men, that leaves one sniper, but where is he? The building over there, he has got to be in there. Time to act. Sliding forward he took a single short step forward, and began his fall downward. Timing it perfectly his enhanced body could feel more than see the sniper’s shot fly just wide, right where his head should have been. Now, rolling out of his “fall” he raised himself to a crouch. As he completed the roll he felt his hand touch and integrate with his AK, smartlink activating in his body. Mage first, sniper next, grunt last. Three shots in a quick burst, each impacting the center of the odd heat source. Red spread across the street, too much red. Frag, spirit, diving from his crouch he could feel the bullet glance off his armored torso. That’s 2. Still on the ground he pulled down the trigger unloading at the Blood spirit. 10 bullets flew from his gun, his smartlink counting them against the total. Spirit there, where’s the mage? Too late, he could feel the heat from of the fire as it passed just over him, the mage’s reactions not quite good enough to catch him. There. Three bullets from the AK, red in the street and one less Blood Mage. Rolling left he heard the sniper’s shot his the concrete, mere inches from his head. Rolling out of sight he stood into a low crouch. Watching the approach routes he began to unpack the rifle, Coutl give me luck. Stepping out from his position and aiming at his target the mag picked out the target perfectly. A silenced “crack” in the night air and the sniper was down. Only the grunt to go. Pain flared in his arm. Found the grunt. Dropping the rifle, he raised his AK, almost too late the sound of automatic gunfire reverberated throughout the alley, grunt down time to move on though. Picking up his rifle he began to move on.
Ticking down the time on his chronometer Francisco Hernandez watched the meet site through the enhanced view screen of his helmet. Click, click, click, each second one closer to his appointed time. There, movement, one person, two, three, but what’s wrong with them. They seem to be having difficulty walking properly. That one is fine, but the rest seem off center. The job had been simple, track down one man, and bring him in, dead or alive. Now it had become more difficult. He was never alone, always surrounded by that entourage of his. The noise of the club filtered through the sides of his helmet, the pulse of music causing everything within a one block radius to vibrate. The two bouncers stood flanking the entrance, but they weren’t Gun’s concern. Gun, interesting name that they chose for me. Reminds me that the only thing they see in me is grunt work, my past, my future, all of it now just an afterthought.
The target, a well to do, wageslave, former wageslave, was dressed in a well designed overcoat. He looked fairly normal, spoke rationally, went to clubs, brought home women, paid his bills on time, and was clean shaven. He radiated confidence and strength, yet something seemed just a little off. Something wasn’t quite right about him. Something had happened to him; about 4 months ago, he had disappeared, gone, with no trace. His wife didn’t know what had happened, his boss fired him after he missed work for several days straight, and then he reappeared, almost a month later. However, when he reappeared something had happened, his eyes had a slightly maniacal gleam to them. He didn’t return to work, his wife disappeared and he began to go clubbing. The clubbing seemed normal until he the disappearances. Then someone found a dead body outside his home, he wasn’t there and the house was clean. Further disappearances lead to calling in the big guns, the bounty hunters. That’s where this team comes in.
Trancducing through his headware radio Gun reported in. “This is two I’m in position, target spotted. I’ve got three bodies around him and two bystanders.” Bystanders always get messy, but he’s smooth, never seen except in public, and then lost after the club. Crackling back across the channel, “this is one commence operation, three, you’re up.” From somewhere across the street muzzle flashes flared. At that same moment the guards began to stagger. “guards down.” My turn, a strange turn of events to place me here, chasing down people who, like me, just want to get away. Running forward out of his position, Gun lined up his AK with the target. Suddenly, the air began to ripple around the target, and large forms began to take shape. Not waiting for them to materialize Gun began opening fire with the assault rifle. “Shana, we’ve got spirits here, insect totem, you’ve got to handle it.” Praying that he might survive Gun emptied his clip into the targets, and slid his sword from its sheath. Muertos had served him well in the past and it would again this night.
The aftermath was bloody, the target was down, but so was Shana and Evil Eye. The night had been costly but the mission was completed, and now it’s time to return home, before Lone Star picks up on this little foray.
The night that Francisco entered Seattle the famous rains were falling. He entered the first bar he found, a seedy joint run by one George Harrison. George, as Gun would come to know him as, took one look at him and immediately offered him a job, a simple run. The job was his first introduction to bounty hunting, and the first time he had felt in his element since leaving Aztlan. Keeping his history as much a secret as possible Gun began running for George. Using the skills he was taught in Aztlan’s military he was able to hunt down paranormal animals and people with equal easy.
Heh, guess Grizzly and Sydney are the DualNatured ones? 
And we both hate Wards... Heh, that's cool.
And we both hate Wards... Heh, that's cool.
Make that three of you then. Shadow is as well. I totally didn't notice that till now, thats a lot of Dual Natured. LOL 
sorry, i don't have any clue how to use the spoiler system so its all there,
In terms of special stuff the only thing is that Aztechnology is on his tail, they want their ware back, and he has a slight fear of closed spaces.
He provides any sort of combat related support that would be needed. He can snipe decently, as well as swordfight and use an assualt rifle. he is decent in terms of stealth and can out run most people, plus he knows his way around the wilderness.
ok that sums it about up
right, forgot the physical discritption. Gun is a human, is about 2 meters tall, and hevily muscled (think, football player). He has dermal sheathing, (regular) and heavy cyber and bioware, obvious from how he moves, its just a little too smooth.
In terms of special stuff the only thing is that Aztechnology is on his tail, they want their ware back, and he has a slight fear of closed spaces.
He provides any sort of combat related support that would be needed. He can snipe decently, as well as swordfight and use an assualt rifle. he is decent in terms of stealth and can out run most people, plus he knows his way around the wilderness.
ok that sums it about up
right, forgot the physical discritption. Gun is a human, is about 2 meters tall, and hevily muscled (think, football player). He has dermal sheathing, (regular) and heavy cyber and bioware, obvious from how he moves, its just a little too smooth.
Like this:
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| Heh, guess Grizzly and Sydney are the DualNatured ones? And we both hate Wards... Heh, that's cool. |
Yeah--but at least as a spellcaster you have a chance of taking them down...I just beat on them and pray.
No I don't, not a single Combat spell. I have to beat on them as well, using Willpower since I have no appreciable melee skills. I seriously hope we have someone in the group for Spirits and Ward combat, or we'll seriously need to look into bringing in a 7th person in-character....
Sphynx
I seriously hope we have someone in the group for Spirits and Ward combat, or we'll seriously need to look into bringing in a 7th person in-character....Sphynx
Apparently I'm not the only one with the Azzies looking for me and an adversion to hellhounds...funny how we all got put together...
JAWS
General idea
Jaws is a dwarf Sky Father shaman. He believes in Justice and has faith in his Idol totem just like a god (seeing himself as a priest). He has basically made himself hate paranormal beings so to get rid of the guilt he feels for having literally killed his family when he was 11. Hunting has become a way of life to him now.
Background
Personality
Physical Appearance
SKILLS
I've got plenty of combat spells as well as mind control spells. I have Armor and Improved Reflexes +3 active at all time using foci.
More importantly, banishing 8, initiate grade 4 with shielding (will be always on with 4 dice), cleansing, masking and centering. Not afraid of wards
General idea
Jaws is a dwarf Sky Father shaman. He believes in Justice and has faith in his Idol totem just like a god (seeing himself as a priest). He has basically made himself hate paranormal beings so to get rid of the guilt he feels for having literally killed his family when he was 11. Hunting has become a way of life to him now.
Background
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Personality
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Physical Appearance
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SKILLS
I've got plenty of combat spells as well as mind control spells. I have Armor and Improved Reflexes +3 active at all time using foci.
More importantly, banishing 8, initiate grade 4 with shielding (will be always on with 4 dice), cleansing, masking and centering. Not afraid of wards
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| Apparently I'm not the only one with the Azzies looking for me and an adversion to hellhounds...funny how we all got put together... |
Yeah, funny that.
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| I've got plenty of combat spells as well as mind control spells. I have Armor and Improved Reflexes +3 active at all time using foci. More importantly, banishing 8, initiate grade 4 with shielding (will be always on with 4 dice), cleansing, masking and centering. Not afraid of wards |
MY HERO ! ! ! ! !
Name: Sahara Clark
Age 28
Nationality: German/Indian (from India)
Hair: Black
Skin(fur): Golden Blonde
Eyes: Golden
Height: 5'6
Weight: 130
Specialties:
Pistols and perception
Personality:
Sahara is a quirky, up beat girl with an optimistic attitude. While she has a lot of issues pertaining to her surge she is generally in a good mood.
History:
Sahara is a Ex-Lonestar Detective, decorated several time in the line of duty. She retired form the force when she surged. not wanting to give up law enforcement and helping people all together she started Bounty Hunting and looking for missing children. She hooked up with Sydney a little while back and the two have been working together ever since.
Age 28
Nationality: German/Indian (from India)
Hair: Black
Skin(fur): Golden Blonde
Eyes: Golden
Height: 5'6
Weight: 130
Specialties:
Pistols and perception
Personality:
Sahara is a quirky, up beat girl with an optimistic attitude. While she has a lot of issues pertaining to her surge she is generally in a good mood.
History:
Sahara is a Ex-Lonestar Detective, decorated several time in the line of duty. She retired form the force when she surged. not wanting to give up law enforcement and helping people all together she started Bounty Hunting and looking for missing children. She hooked up with Sydney a little while back and the two have been working together ever since.
now, ye old nominations for leader, my vote goes to Sahara (shadow's character) she seems to be the best qualified, in my opinion.
Or if nothing else, GUn, (my character) could be the leader, but would likely be the blunt military comander type.
Or if nothing else, GUn, (my character) could be the leader, but would likely be the blunt military comander type.
I don't care about a leader (or if we even have one), but I'd like to solidify the relations with the team and me.
Sahara should know (at least know of) Grizzly VERY well. He's one of the most highly decorated LoneStar HTR officers ever. It's very likely to have worked together at some point in the past (even if it was just me defiling a crime scene as I gunned for Runners).
Jaws and I have a background already setup a bit, having hunted down a Vampire together.
Gun: No idea....
Sydney: No idea...
Darien: No idea...
Sahara should know (at least know of) Grizzly VERY well. He's one of the most highly decorated LoneStar HTR officers ever. It's very likely to have worked together at some point in the past (even if it was just me defiling a crime scene as I gunned for Runners).
Jaws and I have a background already setup a bit, having hunted down a Vampire together.
Gun: No idea....
Sydney: No idea...
Darien: No idea...
Yeah...no clue how to connect with the team as Darien...even if I might have worked with the Lone Star folks as Starfyre, he's trying not to leave any connections between the two.
Sounds like we need GM Guidance then.... *ahem*Ecc*Ahem*
*ahem*Ecc*Ahem*
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| Yeah...no clue how to connect with the team as Darien...even if I might have worked with the Lone Star folks as Starfyre, he's trying not to leave any connections between the two. |
I don't know if you will like that, but one of the PCs from LS could have been good buddy with Darien and she could know of his fake death because Darien trusted her or because she became just discovered the truth. Of course, Darien could simply have joined the group because we needed a good decker at some point and a fixer suggested you or something similar. Also, see below.
Now for Jaws
Grizzly: Vampire thingy. Also, your background says something about a shark shaman; even though his name is Jaws my char is a Sky Father shaman. He would actually be really mad if someone would think of him as a shark shaman... and Btw, Grizzly is a bear shaman right ?
)Fox and/or Sydney: neighbours of these characters could have come and ask Jaws to get rid of the mutated changelings. Instead, my character would have found out that not all paranormal beings were monsters. Talking with Fox/Sydney, he would have come to like them.
Darien/Gun: Well, the residence of the Priests of Father Sky could be considered a well-known Safehouse in Seattle since they want to help against injustice. I could see these guys dropping by in need for a safehouse, given their background.
Anyone want to have given the newbie a test-drive? Basically Sydney used to do Corporate Counter-Intelligence, so bounty hunting would take some getting used to, even after she got her feet wet with Private Investigating with Fox.
Also do we have a resident Paranormal Animals expert? I could easily have gone to that person when I was trying to figure out was I had signed on for...
Also do we have a resident Paranormal Animals expert? I could easily have gone to that person when I was trying to figure out was I had signed on for...
Ok, I'm going to offer each of you a way to know of me....
Jaws, you and I are old friends from the day we saved each other's hoops from the Vamp. Keeping in contact with a Paranormal hunter such as yourself would have been good, and after my failed attempt at Security Consulting, he asked you if you'd be interested in taking on a partner. The profit of working as a team instead of single handedly was alot better, and it only made sense to build a team.
Sahara, an ex-detective leaving the force, and an old contact of mine, you'd have been the first one I would have contacted in hopes of making a team. After all, with similar training, it's nice to have a force buddy watching your back. A call to you with a proposal to come work with us for an even split on profit.
Sydney, connection in through Sahara. After a couple of jobs, the need for more firepower, and more stealth was obvious. Sahara knew just the person.
Darien caught wind of us through his Decking expertise, and for his own personal reasons, took an interest. An almost legal job that has a revenue return almost as good as Running, and no enemies. It was a dream come true job if he could get hired, so he tracked some runs and gave backup support via decking skills, leaving tell-tale signs on video screens as we passed. Then sent a business card with that same tell-tale sign suggesting we add him to the team, since he was obviously needed.
Gun, he was sent after Sydney, and would have succeeded if not for running into her while she was on a run with us. His superior combat skills (I'm guessing he's a more combat oriented type?) impressed the rest of us who rely on guns more than brawn for physical force. Although starting rough, he later joined the group when George 'disappeared'. Although George has returned, Gun has found a new home doing what he loves best. The hunt.
My apologies if I got any of the characters messed up at all, but the waiting for everyone else to wait for everyone else to decide how things are to be got kinda tiresome, and I'm excited to play. Anyone wanna improve upon or totally re-write this?
Sphynx
Jaws, you and I are old friends from the day we saved each other's hoops from the Vamp. Keeping in contact with a Paranormal hunter such as yourself would have been good, and after my failed attempt at Security Consulting, he asked you if you'd be interested in taking on a partner. The profit of working as a team instead of single handedly was alot better, and it only made sense to build a team.
Sahara, an ex-detective leaving the force, and an old contact of mine, you'd have been the first one I would have contacted in hopes of making a team. After all, with similar training, it's nice to have a force buddy watching your back. A call to you with a proposal to come work with us for an even split on profit.
Sydney, connection in through Sahara. After a couple of jobs, the need for more firepower, and more stealth was obvious. Sahara knew just the person.
Darien caught wind of us through his Decking expertise, and for his own personal reasons, took an interest. An almost legal job that has a revenue return almost as good as Running, and no enemies. It was a dream come true job if he could get hired, so he tracked some runs and gave backup support via decking skills, leaving tell-tale signs on video screens as we passed. Then sent a business card with that same tell-tale sign suggesting we add him to the team, since he was obviously needed.
Gun, he was sent after Sydney, and would have succeeded if not for running into her while she was on a run with us. His superior combat skills (I'm guessing he's a more combat oriented type?) impressed the rest of us who rely on guns more than brawn for physical force. Although starting rough, he later joined the group when George 'disappeared'. Although George has returned, Gun has found a new home doing what he loves best. The hunt.
My apologies if I got any of the characters messed up at all, but the waiting for everyone else to wait for everyone else to decide how things are to be got kinda tiresome, and I'm excited to play. Anyone wanna improve upon or totally re-write this?
Sphynx
Oh, and if that story works for the rest of you, I guess that would make Jaws our leader. Since 3 of the 6 of us are Dual Natured, makes even more sense that he be the leader since he can handle the Astral side of things. Therefore, if we decide to have a leader, my vote goes to Jaws.
Sphynx
Sphynx
that sounds fine with me, Sphynx, and having jaws as the leader would be fine.
As for the connection to Sydny, Gun would have been more than willing to do that, say she covered the background research and he did the actual takedown?
As for the connection to Sydny, Gun would have been more than willing to do that, say she covered the background research and he did the actual takedown?
I think that what you suggested is quite good Sphinx, I like it.
As for Jaws being the leader, that's fine with me and I think it does indeed make sense in terms of backgroung and all. Although my character has high charisma, he will _not_ take the role of the face of the group at all (I'm pretty sure that would be Sydney but I might be wrong) and so will let more competent negociators do the talking if needed... all the while mindprobing if appropriate.
Also, I think that Grizzly/Fox would make great leaders too because they were cop detectives (so they're used to being in command) and because they have good experience.
As for Jaws being the leader, that's fine with me and I think it does indeed make sense in terms of backgroung and all. Although my character has high charisma, he will _not_ take the role of the face of the group at all (I'm pretty sure that would be Sydney but I might be wrong) and so will let more competent negociators do the talking if needed... all the while mindprobing if appropriate.
Also, I think that Grizzly/Fox would make great leaders too because they were cop detectives (so they're used to being in command) and because they have good experience.
Hmm...dropping hints for the group and hoping for an invite sounds feasible, but likely would be more discreet than to leave signs on video screens everywhere...having folks after your head does tend to teach you tact.
**points to self**
Not the Face...Meant to blend in to a corporate crowd. (etiquette 4, cha 4)
Not the Face...Meant to blend in to a corporate crowd. (etiquette 4, cha 4)
Whose got the highest Etiquette skill?? Jaws is at 3 (Cha6). Any character with other charisma-linked skills ??
If not .... do we need one ?
If not .... do we need one ?
I have charisma 5, ettiquette (Matrix) 4/6, and negotiation 4
Gun's got charisma 3, ettiquette 5, but nothing else. He could do leadership, but sees himself as more of a weapon to be pointed at the apropriate target.
I am fine with Jaws being the leader. Sahara would make a fine leader but I am pretty burned out on being a leader. But who ever does take the lead make sure you do your best to keep the game going.
Jaws is fine with me.
Jaws is fine with me.
Ok so Ecc, what's left to do before we start ?
-gobogen
-gobogen
Now that I'm back from lunch, I'm gunna go over everything you guys posted here over the weekend and see.
Ok, everything looks good to go. I'll get an IC post going soon.
We could always call the team Lost & Found: You lose it, we find it.
Ok, I'm opening the IC thread.
One last minute thing. You all get a free Fixer contact by the name of Leo Gettz. He understands that the group likes to work within the law, so you don't get any jobs that are more on the 'shadow' side of things.
One last minute thing. You all get a free Fixer contact by the name of Leo Gettz. He understands that the group likes to work within the law, so you don't get any jobs that are more on the 'shadow' side of things.
So whatever Leo needs, Leo Getts?
Ok... ok ok...
Ahem, Jaws?
Hey, do you mind that Leo has a gun on your boat?
Yeah... sorry I had a really rough night last night (like every Monday actually).
Let's get things rolling.
Let's get things rolling.
I'm assuming that the game is not gonna insist much on the meets and the getting paid part so that we can focus more on action and roleplaying and fun ...
So I will not make plans (who comes with me at the meet, who does surveillance etc) for the meeting and things like that .. unless the GM has a different view on this.
So I will not make plans (who comes with me at the meet, who does surveillance etc) for the meeting and things like that .. unless the GM has a different view on this.
Excuse me lag on getting the game rolling. Its been a horrible few days and I'm still playing catch up. I should have things back and running full by tomorrow.
Someone give me a Negotiations roll.
oh damn .... that's what I didn't want to happen... At least I have crazy good Willpower.
If Darien could speak up and help me in this Negociation ... that would be great !
Anyways... here we go
Negociation default to Cha: 2,2,3,5,5,11
If Darien could speak up and help me in this Negociation ... that would be great !
Anyways... here we go
Negociation default to Cha: 2,2,3,5,5,11
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