Post by Mr. Johnson on Dec 18, 2005 12:21:46 GMT -5
GENERAL INFO
Game EXP: 0
Name: Scott aka Stylez
Street Name: Xtreme
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Age: 18
STATS
Body: 4
Quickness: 4
Strength: 4
Charisma: 3
Intelligence: 5
Willpower: 4
Essence: 6
Magic: 0
Karma: 0
Good Karma: 1
SKILLS
Pistols......4
Unarmed Combat......4
Athletics......4
Stealth..(Sneaking)...3 / 5
Artistic Ability.....5
Guns B/R......5
Motorcycles B/R.....5
Driving..(motorcycles)...2 / 4
Etiquette..(Buisness)...2 / 4
Biotech..(Chemistry)...2 / 4
KNOWLEDGE SKILLS
Skydiving..(Parachute)...1 / 3
Mechanics.....2
Survival.....2
Police Procedures.....2
Gang ID.....2
Drug Dealers.....2
Safe House Locations.....2
Gunsmithing.....2
Electronics.....2
Street Fighting.....2
LANGUAGES
Common..(R/W)...3 / (1/1)
Dwarven..(R/W)...2 / (1/1)
Elven..(R/W)...2 / (1/1)
EDGES
Good Reputation (2)
Adrenaline Surge (2)
Quick Healer (2)
FLAWS
Addiction (marijuana) (2)
Allergy (Cats) (3)
Extra Enemy (Jakob) (1)
WEAPONS
Ares pred 3 (x2)
Bonuses
+3 Recoil Reduction
-2 to Target Number
Accessories
Personalization
Shock pads lvl 2
External Smartlink
Smart-Goggles
Anti-use Theft System w/lvl 10 thumb scanner
CYBERWARE/BIOWARE
VEHICLES
Vehicle Name: NightVenom (calls it Raven)
Model: BMW 2050
Type: Motorcycle
Handling: 2 / 3
Speed: 128
Max speed: 255
Acceleration: 15
Body: 4
Armor: 3
Signature: 3
Seating: 1M
Fuel: G (45l)
Economy: 14 KM/L
Cost: 155,602 ¥
Modifications
Proximity Alert w/Shockpad system
Run-Flat tires B:5 I:3
Increased Speed/Accel
Damage Comp (CMC) for bike Lvl:6
Concealed Armor
Improved Economy
Improved Handle
Improved Signature
Leg Shields (+1) body
Concealed Holster for Handgun
Equiptment
Smoke Projector
*12* cartrages IR smoke
Oil slick sprayer
2 *10* Charges
CONTACTS
Noah Brahmgartner lvl 2
QuickSilver lvl 2
Dregar (dealer) lvl 1
Dom <owner of eager beaver> (fixer) lvl 2
Mac (rigger) lvl 2
Korbain Deagle (CEO of Shadowtech) lvl 2
Frankie G (informant) lvl 1
Johnathon Rock ( tatoo artists) lvl 2
LIFESTYLE
Medium Lifestyle
Facility (workshop)(Bike Stylez)
NUYEN
HISTORY
Where to begin, my life started down the shambled path when my parents passed away when I was 6. I had no other family and was passed from orphanage to orphanage. When I was 10 I ran away, I knew they wouldn't be lookin for me, I was just another lost cause to them. I continued to go to school to help pass the days, when I wasnt in school I would draw for a local tatoo parlor. There I learned about motorcycles, detailing and tattooing from Johnathon Rock, the city's most popular tatoo artist. When I was 13 I meet an elf named Bronsen who told me he could double my income and get me off the streets, desperate I parted with my bike job and started a life of small runs, drugs, documents, stupid little things.. but made enough money to get me a small roach infested place, thanks to bronsen, the landlord rented to a 13 year old with no questions asked. A year went by and bronsen had developed an anger issues, he would start to beat me, order me to do runs for him with no pay, detail his bike (and his friends) for free, it was a nightmare. The lack of income forced me to live on beans under a bridge. One day would change my life, I was in school at the cafeteria and bronsen had walked up to me, he pushed me roughly up against a wall and began cursing me and slapping me, I fell to the ground and Bronsen was just about to kick me when he saw some other chummer walking past him... I picked up my food from the floor and looked up just in time to see this chummers hand light up as he connected to the side of Bronsens face, the cracking of bone sent a chill up my spine.
It was hard at first to adapt to my new found freedom, his buddys were stunned at what happened and just basically disappeared. I took back work with Johnathon and continued there till he semi-retired when I was 17, leaving me in charge of his new shop. That was when I meet Noah Brahmgartner, the guy who killed Bronsen. He didnt recognize me at all, but I knew it was him, he had just purchased some sweet wheels and wanted it detailed, when he came to collect the bike, I refused to charge him a fee, we began to talk and soon became friends, later I meet Quicksilver through Noah and the three of us started to hang out often.
It was a dark, rainy day when that limo pulled up to the shop, a well dressed man who introduced himself later as Korbain Deagle, stepped out of the limo, and walked up to me. After a series of questions, he explained to me that my dad was his best friend and that they both worked for ShadowTech Industries designing and testing experimental projects. He stayed in Missouri with me for a week, talking about my dad and trying to talk me into going back to Seattle with him, I refused saying I have a great job, and living pretty good. a day before Mr. Deagle left for Seattle, I got an unexpected visit from a face I hadnt seen in 3 years, Jakob, Bronsens brother. He dropped off his bike and told me he wanted some things done to it, told me it was an emergency and would pay 2 times the amount if I finished his bike in 24 hours, letting bygones be bygones I put my other projects aside. He stayed for about 30 minutes chatting with his crew about some guy who killed his brother and that they were gonna pay him or his uncle or something like that a visit. The next day Jakob came in, looked the bike over, got on it, started it up to drive away... I demanded my pay and he simply said "put it on my tab" he laughed (along with his friends) as they drove away. In the news about 2 hours later, Officials were reporting an accident in which a bike owned by Jakob had suddenly exploded up leaving him severely injured, Police were investigating what appeared to be a bomb that was well placed on his bike, I immediately ran to Mr. Deagles motel room and accepted his invitation to leave the city. so, thats how I ended up here.. Mr. Deagle set me up with the money that my dad left me, I set up my own legitimate business and I dont bother no one..
Lonestar Detective: Interesting story, but my question was what were you doing at 10:07 last night?
oh.. I was at a dance club, about 30 or so witnesses will verify that for you :: grin ::
Lonestar Detective: ::sigh::
oh.. and that stuff about the bomb.. yea... uhm I was lying... yea I dont know what im talking about sometimes.. should be tested for Tourettes Syndrome or something... later
Game EXP: 0
Name: Scott aka Stylez
Street Name: Xtreme
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Age: 18
STATS
Body: 4
Quickness: 4
Strength: 4
Charisma: 3
Intelligence: 5
Willpower: 4
Essence: 6
Magic: 0
Karma: 0
Good Karma: 1
SKILLS
Pistols......4
Unarmed Combat......4
Athletics......4
Stealth..(Sneaking)...3 / 5
Artistic Ability.....5
Guns B/R......5
Motorcycles B/R.....5
Driving..(motorcycles)...2 / 4
Etiquette..(Buisness)...2 / 4
Biotech..(Chemistry)...2 / 4
KNOWLEDGE SKILLS
Skydiving..(Parachute)...1 / 3
Mechanics.....2
Survival.....2
Police Procedures.....2
Gang ID.....2
Drug Dealers.....2
Safe House Locations.....2
Gunsmithing.....2
Electronics.....2
Street Fighting.....2
LANGUAGES
Common..(R/W)...3 / (1/1)
Dwarven..(R/W)...2 / (1/1)
Elven..(R/W)...2 / (1/1)
EDGES
Good Reputation (2)
Adrenaline Surge (2)
Quick Healer (2)
FLAWS
Addiction (marijuana) (2)
Allergy (Cats) (3)
Extra Enemy (Jakob) (1)
WEAPONS
Ares pred 3 (x2)
Bonuses
+3 Recoil Reduction
-2 to Target Number
Accessories
Personalization
Shock pads lvl 2
External Smartlink
Smart-Goggles
Anti-use Theft System w/lvl 10 thumb scanner
CYBERWARE/BIOWARE
VEHICLES
Vehicle Name: NightVenom (calls it Raven)
Model: BMW 2050
Type: Motorcycle
Handling: 2 / 3
Speed: 128
Max speed: 255
Acceleration: 15
Body: 4
Armor: 3
Signature: 3
Seating: 1M
Fuel: G (45l)
Economy: 14 KM/L
Cost: 155,602 ¥
Modifications
Proximity Alert w/Shockpad system
Run-Flat tires B:5 I:3
Increased Speed/Accel
Damage Comp (CMC) for bike Lvl:6
Concealed Armor
Improved Economy
Improved Handle
Improved Signature
Leg Shields (+1) body
Concealed Holster for Handgun
Equiptment
Smoke Projector
*12* cartrages IR smoke
Oil slick sprayer
2 *10* Charges
CONTACTS
Noah Brahmgartner lvl 2
QuickSilver lvl 2
Dregar (dealer) lvl 1
Dom <owner of eager beaver> (fixer) lvl 2
Mac (rigger) lvl 2
Korbain Deagle (CEO of Shadowtech) lvl 2
Frankie G (informant) lvl 1
Johnathon Rock ( tatoo artists) lvl 2
LIFESTYLE
Medium Lifestyle
Facility (workshop)(Bike Stylez)
NUYEN
HISTORY
Where to begin, my life started down the shambled path when my parents passed away when I was 6. I had no other family and was passed from orphanage to orphanage. When I was 10 I ran away, I knew they wouldn't be lookin for me, I was just another lost cause to them. I continued to go to school to help pass the days, when I wasnt in school I would draw for a local tatoo parlor. There I learned about motorcycles, detailing and tattooing from Johnathon Rock, the city's most popular tatoo artist. When I was 13 I meet an elf named Bronsen who told me he could double my income and get me off the streets, desperate I parted with my bike job and started a life of small runs, drugs, documents, stupid little things.. but made enough money to get me a small roach infested place, thanks to bronsen, the landlord rented to a 13 year old with no questions asked. A year went by and bronsen had developed an anger issues, he would start to beat me, order me to do runs for him with no pay, detail his bike (and his friends) for free, it was a nightmare. The lack of income forced me to live on beans under a bridge. One day would change my life, I was in school at the cafeteria and bronsen had walked up to me, he pushed me roughly up against a wall and began cursing me and slapping me, I fell to the ground and Bronsen was just about to kick me when he saw some other chummer walking past him... I picked up my food from the floor and looked up just in time to see this chummers hand light up as he connected to the side of Bronsens face, the cracking of bone sent a chill up my spine.
It was hard at first to adapt to my new found freedom, his buddys were stunned at what happened and just basically disappeared. I took back work with Johnathon and continued there till he semi-retired when I was 17, leaving me in charge of his new shop. That was when I meet Noah Brahmgartner, the guy who killed Bronsen. He didnt recognize me at all, but I knew it was him, he had just purchased some sweet wheels and wanted it detailed, when he came to collect the bike, I refused to charge him a fee, we began to talk and soon became friends, later I meet Quicksilver through Noah and the three of us started to hang out often.
It was a dark, rainy day when that limo pulled up to the shop, a well dressed man who introduced himself later as Korbain Deagle, stepped out of the limo, and walked up to me. After a series of questions, he explained to me that my dad was his best friend and that they both worked for ShadowTech Industries designing and testing experimental projects. He stayed in Missouri with me for a week, talking about my dad and trying to talk me into going back to Seattle with him, I refused saying I have a great job, and living pretty good. a day before Mr. Deagle left for Seattle, I got an unexpected visit from a face I hadnt seen in 3 years, Jakob, Bronsens brother. He dropped off his bike and told me he wanted some things done to it, told me it was an emergency and would pay 2 times the amount if I finished his bike in 24 hours, letting bygones be bygones I put my other projects aside. He stayed for about 30 minutes chatting with his crew about some guy who killed his brother and that they were gonna pay him or his uncle or something like that a visit. The next day Jakob came in, looked the bike over, got on it, started it up to drive away... I demanded my pay and he simply said "put it on my tab" he laughed (along with his friends) as they drove away. In the news about 2 hours later, Officials were reporting an accident in which a bike owned by Jakob had suddenly exploded up leaving him severely injured, Police were investigating what appeared to be a bomb that was well placed on his bike, I immediately ran to Mr. Deagles motel room and accepted his invitation to leave the city. so, thats how I ended up here.. Mr. Deagle set me up with the money that my dad left me, I set up my own legitimate business and I dont bother no one..
Lonestar Detective: Interesting story, but my question was what were you doing at 10:07 last night?
oh.. I was at a dance club, about 30 or so witnesses will verify that for you :: grin ::
Lonestar Detective: ::sigh::
oh.. and that stuff about the bomb.. yea... uhm I was lying... yea I dont know what im talking about sometimes.. should be tested for Tourettes Syndrome or something... later