Post by Mr. Johnson on Dec 18, 2005 21:34:29 GMT -5
GENERAL INFO
Game EXP:
Name: Michael 'Mickey' O'Hanlon
Street Name: Fiver
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Age: 25
STATS
Body: 3
Quickness: 5
Strength: 4
Charisma: 4
Intelligence: 5
Willpower: 3
Essence: 3.55
Magic: 0
Reaction: 5
Initiative: 1D6
Karma: 1
Good Karma:
POOLS
Combat: 6
Spell: 0
Hacking: 0
Control: 0
Astral Combat: 0
ACTIVE SKILLS
Assault Rifles: 3
Launch Weapons: 6
Pistols: 4
Shotguns: 4
Throwing Weapons(Grenades): 3(5)
Clubs: 2
Stealth: 5
Negotiation(Fast Talk): 3(5)
Demolitions: 6
Electronics: 5
Electronics B/R: 5
KNOWLEDGE SKILLS
Chemistry(Explosive Compounds): 4(6)
Physics: 4
History(Irish): 2(4)
Folklore(Irish): 2(4)
Arms Dealers: 4
Criminal Organizations: 3
Alcohol Distilling: 3
LANGUAGES
English: 4
English R/W: 2
Irish Gaelic: 2
Irish Gaelic R/W: 1
Sperethiel: 1
EDGES
None
FLAWS
None
WEAPONS ON HAND
1 Extendable Baton
1 Beretta Model 101T Light Pistol (In Conceal Holster w/2 clips of ammo)
1 Browning Max-Power Heavy Pistol (In Standard Holster w/5 clips of ammo)
1 Smoke Grenade
1 Flash Grenade
1 Incendiary Grenade
1 Offensive AP Grenade
OTHER WEAPONS OWNED
1 Beretta Model 101T Light Pistol w/18 clips of ammo
1 Browning Max-Power Heavy Pistol w/15 clips of ammo
1 AK-97 Assault Rifle w/ 20 clips of ammo
1 Defiance T-250 Shotgun w/ 100 rounds of ammo
10 Concussion Grenades
9 Flash Grenades
9 Incendiary Grenades
9 Offensive AP Grenades
10 Offensive HE Grenades
9 Smoke Grenades
5 Claymore mines
100kg of Commercial Explosives
10kg of Plastic Explosives, Compound IV
Bonuses
Accessories
CYBERWARE/BIOWARE
Obvious Cyberhand (Right) .35e
Ears, Cyber Replacement .30e
Ear Dampener .10e
Ear Hearing Amplification .20
Sound Filter(3) .20e
Eyes, Cyber Replacement .20e
Flare Compensators .10e
Low-Light Vision .20e
Retinal Clock .10e
Vision Magnification, Electronic (2) .10e
Commlink(5)(Radio/Phone) .15e
Radio(4) .75e
Subdermal Speakers .10e
Subvocal Microphone .10e
Telephone .50e
VEHICLES
GMC Bulldog Step-Van
Type: Van
Handling: 4/8
Speed: 85
Max speed:
Acceleration: 4
Body: 4
Armor: 2
Signature: 2
Seating: 1 + 1bench
Fuel:
Economy:
Cost:
Modifications:
Vehicle Smoke Projector(Large)
GEAR
Permits (U&T) for Beretta Model 101T, Browning Max-Power, and Defiance T-250 Shotgun
10 Radio Detonators
Pocket Computer(100Mp)
Electronic Shop (Located at Mid Lifestyle home)
Ordianry Clothingx3
Fine Clothingx1
Secure Clothing x2 12 Con, 3B, 0I
Secure Long Coat 10 Con, 4B, 2I
CONTACTS
Lvl1- Douglas Billingsworth (Human Male). Owns a flower and plant store that also deals in wholesale chemicals and fertilizers (wink wink).
Lvl1- Two Tron (human male). Street kid that has a good nose for trouble.
Lvl2- Big Z (Troll Male). A fellow Irishman who tends bar at an authentic old-Irish pub.
LIFESTYLE
Middle. A small house on the edge of the city. Contains the Electronics shop and his weapon and explosives stockpile. Paid for one year.
Low. A one room efficiency in a run down neighborhood. Used as a safehouse. Paid for 6 months.
Squatter. Basement of a bookstore that went out of business in the 20th century. Rough neighborhood. Emergency safehouse or flop. Paid for one year.
NUYEN(¥)
10,145
HISTORY
<<<<--------Begin recording now------>>>>>>>>
"One of my most prized possesions when I was growing up was my Grandda's journals. I never knew the man, but by reading what he wrote, I think I came to understand him a wee bit. So in that vein, I'll be starting a journal for my ownself. Maybe someday my own family will hear this and understand me a bit better. It probably hasn't got a baldy , but stranger things have happened."
"This audio journal will be gammy unless I explain a bit about myself and whereI came from. So let's cut right to that."
"I'm an Irishman if you couldn't already tell from my brogue. There's an important distinction there that you shouldn't miss, so I'll say it again. I'm an Irish-man. I'm a son of Eire, not an arse kissing subject of the Tir families. But, I'm gettin' ahead of myself."
"Like I said, I'm an Irishman. But more specificaly I grew up in the city of Cork. Now Cork, for those who haven't seen it is a beautiful city. One of the only regrets in my life, is that I will probably never lay eyes on my fair city again. Anyway, Cork is a beautiful city and was a cracking place to be as a child. One good thing that can be said about the Tir elves, they believe in a solid education. And I took advantage of it. I did passing well in my studies, but I was a fekking star when it came to math and science. Don't know why that is, it's just always come easy to me. During my school years I became fast friends with a lad named Sean Barry. He and I just clicked right away, and we were near inseperable from then on.
"Sean had a way about him, he did. He could talk somebody into anything. We got into a lot of scrapes over the years, but the two of us always seemed to come out on the better end. I think because we watched each others arse's, no matter what."
"When we turned 18, we both attended University College Cork. I studied Chemistry and Sean studied Irish history. My studies went well, but as Sean got further into his studies he bacame more and more agitated."
"Although we had lived in the Tir our whole lives, we never really saw what the elves were doing to us. Sure, we knew that we had to obey the laws or we'd get in trouble, but we thought it had always been that way. As Sean delved deeper into the history of our home, he began to realize what had happened. The elves had staged a coup of the Irish government in 2034, and the Irish people just let them do it! Sean became increasingly anti-government and began to hang out with some similar folks. I tagged along a coupla times, but they were a little to extreme for me. That would soon change."
"A couple of months after he started hanging with this new crowd, Sean disappeared. His body was found 2 days later in the River Lee. Deed from a shot to the back of his head. 'Execution style', the Garda said. They had no leads, and didn't seem very interested in tracking down any leads. So, I began asking me own questions."
"Turns out Sean was involved in some anti-government politicking. I tracked down some of the blokes he was hanging with, which wasn't easy since they thought the next bullet had their name on it. They were convinced that the TRC had killed Sean to silence his anti-government rants. Needless to say I was pissed off fiercely and wanted to do something about it. Well, one of the men gave me the name of a pub in Cork and told me to seek out a man there named SM."
"SM turned out to be a mid-level operative for the IRA. We talked, and in no time I was attached to an IRA cell operating in Cork. Operating might be to glamorous a word. I started doing shite work that only an eejit could screw up. I'm sure they were checking to make sure I wasn't a total gack head or a Garda or TRC plant. After a few weeks of delivering parcels and driving folks around, I got to the real work. Given my background in Chemistry, science, and a knack with electronics, they thought I would be a natural at bomb making. And they were spot on. Bomb making is like chemistry lab only a lot more tense and exciting. It's not often that an experiment at Uni will level the building."
"I spent almost 2 years in the IRA, first as a bomb maker, and then as an active soldier. I was trained in combat and weapons at a camp in Armagh. I operated throughout the country, even taking part in a thunder and lightning raid in Belfast. I'm not proud of everything I did, but I did it for the people of Ireland. The true people of Ireland. Not a bunch of stepped up tree huggers who stole what they have from us."
"I guess I should get to the part that led me to where I am now. It was about 6 months ago and I was back in Cork to take place in a bomb run. The target was a new statue of Liam O'Connor that was being unveiled in the city. Liam O'Connor is fierce hated amongst the members of the IRA, as you can imagine. He helped get the Brits out of Ireland, to be sure but instead of helping turn the country back over to the people, he snatched it for his own self. And in doing, he split the IRA. Well, we couldn't let another memorial of him go up unchallenged."
"I built the bomb my own self, and I built it well. On the day of the run, things were going as planned. All our people were in position and we were waiting to go, when the bomb in my bag detonated. The last thing I remember was flying through the air and slamming into something. I woke up a few days later in a small clinic on the edge of Cork. My eyes were bandaged shut and I felt as rough as a bear's arse, but I was alive. SM was there and told me what had happened. The bomb destroyed my right hand, ruptured both eardrums, put out one of my eyes and caused several broken bones, burns, and lacerations. I was damned lucky to not be deed. I was brought to this clinic, which was sympathetic to the IRA, and patched up. The patching up included a fair amount of cyber parts. SM informed me that the IRA had paid for everything since I had been a good soldier, but that I was now a liability to them. Somehow my name became connected to the blast and to the the IRA. SM speculated that the TRC had somehow found out about our run and had sabotaged our sabotage. Since I was the only name the TRC seemed to have I was to leave Ireland. Immediately."
"And so I was smuggled to Galway, placed on a ship bound for Boston, given a contact name in Boston and some money, and told never to return. My wounds healed up nicely on the trip, but it took me awhile to get used to my new parts. Once in Boston, I began a cross country trip from safehouse to safehouse that eventually dumped me in Seattle."
"So, here I am in Seattle. I don't know anybody, all I own are the clothes on my back and some nuyen given to me by SM and some of the contacts I met while travelling. I don't have any skills besides causing mayhem and destruction. But, I hear Seattle is a good town for mayhem and destruction. Ah bugger all, I'll figure it out."
<<<<--------End of Recording------>>>>>>>>
APPEARANCE
Fiver is of average height for a human male, and his body type would be best described as athletic. He's not muscular though. Mostly skin, sinew, and bone. Like many folks from Cork, Fiver has a darker complexion than would be expected for an Irishman. His hair is dark and is worn in an unkempt shag cut. His facial hair grows pretty rapidly, so it's not uncommon to see him wearing a five o'clock shadow at most times. His ice-blue cybereyes were built to look like real eyes, and they do a good job of it. His cyber ears are equally inobtrusive and only by looking closely at his head, can you see the scars. His right hand, though, is clearly cyber and he does not take to hiding it. The metal they used on it is darker in color (think gunmetal) and almost looks like he's wearing a glove from far away. The cyber hand extends up to just past his wrist.
Like many folks who work the shadows, Fiver's wardrobe tends to focus on the darker spectrum. His secure long coat is dark brown, his secure pants look like dark blue denim blue jeans, and his secure shirt is black. Fiver has taken to wearing a dark green t-shirt with the words 'Up the IRA' and a silouette of an AK-97 in white. On his feet are a pair of used original 20th century Chuck Taylor Converse All Stars (Black) that he found in a dumpster.
On his left hip, Fiver wears a loaded Browning Max-Power heavy pistol. On his right hip, an extendable baton. Strapped to his right ankle in a concealed holster is a loaded Beretta Model 101T light pistol. Secreted in pockets in his long coat, Fiver usually carries at least four hand grenades. Four clips of ammo for the Browning hang on his belt front. One clip of ammo for the Beretta is in a hidden pocket inside his coat.
PERSONALITY
Fiver is generally a friendly and honest person who is willing to chat with anyone. And he will remain this way as long as he is shown respect. Disrespect, lying, or generally pissing him off brings out a fiery temper. He will hold a grudge for a long time, until he has paid the person back for whatever transgression was commited. Once the offending party has been punished, then the slate is wiped clean and Fiver is willing to let bygones be bygones.
Game EXP:
Name: Michael 'Mickey' O'Hanlon
Street Name: Fiver
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Age: 25
STATS
Body: 3
Quickness: 5
Strength: 4
Charisma: 4
Intelligence: 5
Willpower: 3
Essence: 3.55
Magic: 0
Reaction: 5
Initiative: 1D6
Karma: 1
Good Karma:
POOLS
Combat: 6
Spell: 0
Hacking: 0
Control: 0
Astral Combat: 0
ACTIVE SKILLS
Assault Rifles: 3
Launch Weapons: 6
Pistols: 4
Shotguns: 4
Throwing Weapons(Grenades): 3(5)
Clubs: 2
Stealth: 5
Negotiation(Fast Talk): 3(5)
Demolitions: 6
Electronics: 5
Electronics B/R: 5
KNOWLEDGE SKILLS
Chemistry(Explosive Compounds): 4(6)
Physics: 4
History(Irish): 2(4)
Folklore(Irish): 2(4)
Arms Dealers: 4
Criminal Organizations: 3
Alcohol Distilling: 3
LANGUAGES
English: 4
English R/W: 2
Irish Gaelic: 2
Irish Gaelic R/W: 1
Sperethiel: 1
EDGES
None
FLAWS
None
WEAPONS ON HAND
1 Extendable Baton
1 Beretta Model 101T Light Pistol (In Conceal Holster w/2 clips of ammo)
1 Browning Max-Power Heavy Pistol (In Standard Holster w/5 clips of ammo)
1 Smoke Grenade
1 Flash Grenade
1 Incendiary Grenade
1 Offensive AP Grenade
OTHER WEAPONS OWNED
1 Beretta Model 101T Light Pistol w/18 clips of ammo
1 Browning Max-Power Heavy Pistol w/15 clips of ammo
1 AK-97 Assault Rifle w/ 20 clips of ammo
1 Defiance T-250 Shotgun w/ 100 rounds of ammo
10 Concussion Grenades
9 Flash Grenades
9 Incendiary Grenades
9 Offensive AP Grenades
10 Offensive HE Grenades
9 Smoke Grenades
5 Claymore mines
100kg of Commercial Explosives
10kg of Plastic Explosives, Compound IV
Bonuses
Accessories
CYBERWARE/BIOWARE
Obvious Cyberhand (Right) .35e
Ears, Cyber Replacement .30e
Ear Dampener .10e
Ear Hearing Amplification .20
Sound Filter(3) .20e
Eyes, Cyber Replacement .20e
Flare Compensators .10e
Low-Light Vision .20e
Retinal Clock .10e
Vision Magnification, Electronic (2) .10e
Commlink(5)(Radio/Phone) .15e
Radio(4) .75e
Subdermal Speakers .10e
Subvocal Microphone .10e
Telephone .50e
VEHICLES
GMC Bulldog Step-Van
Type: Van
Handling: 4/8
Speed: 85
Max speed:
Acceleration: 4
Body: 4
Armor: 2
Signature: 2
Seating: 1 + 1bench
Fuel:
Economy:
Cost:
Modifications:
Vehicle Smoke Projector(Large)
GEAR
Permits (U&T) for Beretta Model 101T, Browning Max-Power, and Defiance T-250 Shotgun
10 Radio Detonators
Pocket Computer(100Mp)
Electronic Shop (Located at Mid Lifestyle home)
Ordianry Clothingx3
Fine Clothingx1
Secure Clothing x2 12 Con, 3B, 0I
Secure Long Coat 10 Con, 4B, 2I
CONTACTS
Lvl1- Douglas Billingsworth (Human Male). Owns a flower and plant store that also deals in wholesale chemicals and fertilizers (wink wink).
Lvl1- Two Tron (human male). Street kid that has a good nose for trouble.
Lvl2- Big Z (Troll Male). A fellow Irishman who tends bar at an authentic old-Irish pub.
LIFESTYLE
Middle. A small house on the edge of the city. Contains the Electronics shop and his weapon and explosives stockpile. Paid for one year.
Low. A one room efficiency in a run down neighborhood. Used as a safehouse. Paid for 6 months.
Squatter. Basement of a bookstore that went out of business in the 20th century. Rough neighborhood. Emergency safehouse or flop. Paid for one year.
NUYEN(¥)
10,145
HISTORY
<<<<--------Begin recording now------>>>>>>>>
"One of my most prized possesions when I was growing up was my Grandda's journals. I never knew the man, but by reading what he wrote, I think I came to understand him a wee bit. So in that vein, I'll be starting a journal for my ownself. Maybe someday my own family will hear this and understand me a bit better. It probably hasn't got a baldy , but stranger things have happened."
"This audio journal will be gammy unless I explain a bit about myself and whereI came from. So let's cut right to that."
"I'm an Irishman if you couldn't already tell from my brogue. There's an important distinction there that you shouldn't miss, so I'll say it again. I'm an Irish-man. I'm a son of Eire, not an arse kissing subject of the Tir families. But, I'm gettin' ahead of myself."
"Like I said, I'm an Irishman. But more specificaly I grew up in the city of Cork. Now Cork, for those who haven't seen it is a beautiful city. One of the only regrets in my life, is that I will probably never lay eyes on my fair city again. Anyway, Cork is a beautiful city and was a cracking place to be as a child. One good thing that can be said about the Tir elves, they believe in a solid education. And I took advantage of it. I did passing well in my studies, but I was a fekking star when it came to math and science. Don't know why that is, it's just always come easy to me. During my school years I became fast friends with a lad named Sean Barry. He and I just clicked right away, and we were near inseperable from then on.
"Sean had a way about him, he did. He could talk somebody into anything. We got into a lot of scrapes over the years, but the two of us always seemed to come out on the better end. I think because we watched each others arse's, no matter what."
"When we turned 18, we both attended University College Cork. I studied Chemistry and Sean studied Irish history. My studies went well, but as Sean got further into his studies he bacame more and more agitated."
"Although we had lived in the Tir our whole lives, we never really saw what the elves were doing to us. Sure, we knew that we had to obey the laws or we'd get in trouble, but we thought it had always been that way. As Sean delved deeper into the history of our home, he began to realize what had happened. The elves had staged a coup of the Irish government in 2034, and the Irish people just let them do it! Sean became increasingly anti-government and began to hang out with some similar folks. I tagged along a coupla times, but they were a little to extreme for me. That would soon change."
"A couple of months after he started hanging with this new crowd, Sean disappeared. His body was found 2 days later in the River Lee. Deed from a shot to the back of his head. 'Execution style', the Garda said. They had no leads, and didn't seem very interested in tracking down any leads. So, I began asking me own questions."
"Turns out Sean was involved in some anti-government politicking. I tracked down some of the blokes he was hanging with, which wasn't easy since they thought the next bullet had their name on it. They were convinced that the TRC had killed Sean to silence his anti-government rants. Needless to say I was pissed off fiercely and wanted to do something about it. Well, one of the men gave me the name of a pub in Cork and told me to seek out a man there named SM."
"SM turned out to be a mid-level operative for the IRA. We talked, and in no time I was attached to an IRA cell operating in Cork. Operating might be to glamorous a word. I started doing shite work that only an eejit could screw up. I'm sure they were checking to make sure I wasn't a total gack head or a Garda or TRC plant. After a few weeks of delivering parcels and driving folks around, I got to the real work. Given my background in Chemistry, science, and a knack with electronics, they thought I would be a natural at bomb making. And they were spot on. Bomb making is like chemistry lab only a lot more tense and exciting. It's not often that an experiment at Uni will level the building."
"I spent almost 2 years in the IRA, first as a bomb maker, and then as an active soldier. I was trained in combat and weapons at a camp in Armagh. I operated throughout the country, even taking part in a thunder and lightning raid in Belfast. I'm not proud of everything I did, but I did it for the people of Ireland. The true people of Ireland. Not a bunch of stepped up tree huggers who stole what they have from us."
"I guess I should get to the part that led me to where I am now. It was about 6 months ago and I was back in Cork to take place in a bomb run. The target was a new statue of Liam O'Connor that was being unveiled in the city. Liam O'Connor is fierce hated amongst the members of the IRA, as you can imagine. He helped get the Brits out of Ireland, to be sure but instead of helping turn the country back over to the people, he snatched it for his own self. And in doing, he split the IRA. Well, we couldn't let another memorial of him go up unchallenged."
"I built the bomb my own self, and I built it well. On the day of the run, things were going as planned. All our people were in position and we were waiting to go, when the bomb in my bag detonated. The last thing I remember was flying through the air and slamming into something. I woke up a few days later in a small clinic on the edge of Cork. My eyes were bandaged shut and I felt as rough as a bear's arse, but I was alive. SM was there and told me what had happened. The bomb destroyed my right hand, ruptured both eardrums, put out one of my eyes and caused several broken bones, burns, and lacerations. I was damned lucky to not be deed. I was brought to this clinic, which was sympathetic to the IRA, and patched up. The patching up included a fair amount of cyber parts. SM informed me that the IRA had paid for everything since I had been a good soldier, but that I was now a liability to them. Somehow my name became connected to the blast and to the the IRA. SM speculated that the TRC had somehow found out about our run and had sabotaged our sabotage. Since I was the only name the TRC seemed to have I was to leave Ireland. Immediately."
"And so I was smuggled to Galway, placed on a ship bound for Boston, given a contact name in Boston and some money, and told never to return. My wounds healed up nicely on the trip, but it took me awhile to get used to my new parts. Once in Boston, I began a cross country trip from safehouse to safehouse that eventually dumped me in Seattle."
"So, here I am in Seattle. I don't know anybody, all I own are the clothes on my back and some nuyen given to me by SM and some of the contacts I met while travelling. I don't have any skills besides causing mayhem and destruction. But, I hear Seattle is a good town for mayhem and destruction. Ah bugger all, I'll figure it out."
<<<<--------End of Recording------>>>>>>>>
APPEARANCE
Fiver is of average height for a human male, and his body type would be best described as athletic. He's not muscular though. Mostly skin, sinew, and bone. Like many folks from Cork, Fiver has a darker complexion than would be expected for an Irishman. His hair is dark and is worn in an unkempt shag cut. His facial hair grows pretty rapidly, so it's not uncommon to see him wearing a five o'clock shadow at most times. His ice-blue cybereyes were built to look like real eyes, and they do a good job of it. His cyber ears are equally inobtrusive and only by looking closely at his head, can you see the scars. His right hand, though, is clearly cyber and he does not take to hiding it. The metal they used on it is darker in color (think gunmetal) and almost looks like he's wearing a glove from far away. The cyber hand extends up to just past his wrist.
Like many folks who work the shadows, Fiver's wardrobe tends to focus on the darker spectrum. His secure long coat is dark brown, his secure pants look like dark blue denim blue jeans, and his secure shirt is black. Fiver has taken to wearing a dark green t-shirt with the words 'Up the IRA' and a silouette of an AK-97 in white. On his feet are a pair of used original 20th century Chuck Taylor Converse All Stars (Black) that he found in a dumpster.
On his left hip, Fiver wears a loaded Browning Max-Power heavy pistol. On his right hip, an extendable baton. Strapped to his right ankle in a concealed holster is a loaded Beretta Model 101T light pistol. Secreted in pockets in his long coat, Fiver usually carries at least four hand grenades. Four clips of ammo for the Browning hang on his belt front. One clip of ammo for the Beretta is in a hidden pocket inside his coat.
PERSONALITY
Fiver is generally a friendly and honest person who is willing to chat with anyone. And he will remain this way as long as he is shown respect. Disrespect, lying, or generally pissing him off brings out a fiery temper. He will hold a grudge for a long time, until he has paid the person back for whatever transgression was commited. Once the offending party has been punished, then the slate is wiped clean and Fiver is willing to let bygones be bygones.