Post by Falindraun on Feb 2, 2006 18:25:56 GMT -5
GENERAL INFO
Member Name:Teck
Edition : 3rd
Name : Phenneous Glick
Street Name : Teck
Race : Elf
Sex : M
Age : 25
STATS
Body : 4
Quickness :5
Strength : 3 (4)
Charisma : 4
Intelligence : 5
Willpower : 3
Essence : 4.26
Magic :
Reaction: 5
Initiative: 5 + 1D6
Matrix Initiative:
POOLS
Combat: 6
Spell:
Hacking: 4
Control:
Astral Combat:
SKILLS
Electronics 5
Electronics B/R 3
Computers 6
Computers B/R 4
Biotech 3
Pistols 3
Laser Weapons (Redline) 5(7)
Laser Weapons B/R 3
Ettiquette (matrix) 2(4)
Stealth 2
KNOWLEDGE SKILLS
Engineering 3
Physics 3
Biology 3
Medicine 3
Cybertechnology 4
Data Havens 2
Elven Society3
Elvin Wines 2
LANGUAGES
English (Scientific Lingo) 4(6)
Read/Write 2
Elven 4
Read/Write 2
EDGES
FLAWS
WEAPONS
Name : Redline
Range : 0-5, 6-20, 21-40, 41-60
Conceal : 3
Ammo : 10
Mode : SA
Damage : 12M
Weight : 5.5
Ranges
Bonuses
Internal Smartlink (-2 to target numbers)
Accessories
CYBERWARE/BIOWARE
Synthetic Cyberleg [with +1 strength enhancement]
with Cyberholster
Induction Datajack (Alphaware)
Smartlink (Alphaware)
VEHICLES
Vehicle Name:
Model:
Type:
Handling:
Speed:
Max speed:
Acceleration:
Body:
Armor:
Signature:
Seating:
Fuel:
Economy:
Cost:
Modifications
Equiptment
Lined Coat-8/4/2/1
Battery Clip (5)[10 rounds each]
2 Induction Adapters (alphaware)
Renraku Kraftwerk-8 with Analyze 6, Browse 8, Commlink 8, Deception 10, Decrypt 6, Read/Write 8, Relocate 5, Scanner 5, Spoof 7, Sleaze 10, Attack 7D, Armor 7, Cloak 5, Medic 5
CONTACTS
Lvl 1
Lvl 1
Lvl 2 (Dwarf)
LIFESTYLE
Middle (6 months)
Middle (6 months)
High (6 months)
NUYEN(¥)
10,050 + (3D6 x 100)
HISTORY
Growing up in Tir Tairngire wasn't so bad, I did my part, went to school, finished my homework, kept my nose clean. When I was old enough, I got accepted to a college in New Seattle. Again I did what I was supposed to, I was gonna have a better life than my parents could ever dream of. Professor Yuri seemed to take a special interest in me. San Yuri, somewhat of a genius in the Biotech field, was an aging man of about 60 years. One night after class in my second year, he introduced me to a whole new world. He needed an assistant to help him with his work. Nothing too complex, mind you, but it was a start, and besides it payed well. His work, his second business, was not only repairing cyberlimbs and technologies, but implanting them. His clientel was well varied, from a streetrunner to some corporate types. He never asked questions, so neither did I, business was business.
As the next year progressed, Professor Yuri and I became great friends, he even installed an induction datajack into my temple to help with our work. The induction datajack, which is placed under the skin, was his idea to help keep things low profile. The credits were incredible, more than I could have ever imagined, and I wasn't even getting half of what the professor was getting. My studies began to take second to my new Hobbies. I even began to dabble in other things like Elven Wines, I even bought a Laser pistol.(Everyone needs a little protection, don't they?). The professor never really understood my interest in firearms, I don't think, but I suppose he just chalked it up to my rash youth.
Then toward the end of my Senior year, the Professor seemed to get distracted, he began to cancel our rendevous at the "clinic". I tried to inquire a few times but he always seemed to be annoyed when I did. He would say "It's just administrative problems, no concern of yours."
Then one night a week after graduation, after placing an incredible amount of software and hardware on some Johnson, the professor gave me a name of an old friend, one that he he had worked with a long time ago. He told me "You have become like a son to me over these past few years, but times have become too dangerous for us to continue our work!" He handed me an address,"This man will help you get started. Now that you have graduated I know you are bound for great things. Perhaps you can start your own 'clinic' in time or join the ranks of the corporate elite. You have the tools, all you need to do is learn how to use them." A bell alarmed, it was the doorway entry. We looked at the Vid, it was several Johnsons. The professor's mood changed drastically, he quickly rushed me into the supply closet. I could only hear muffled voices, I did manage to make out one of the men saying "Where is the the young elf that assists you?" "I sent him home a time ago, besides he knows nothing," the professor spat. Then just some scuffing around and some whispering. Then a bright orange light, then darkness.
I awoke in the rubble of what used to be our "clinic". My right leg in severe pain, I don't remeber how I managed to pry the twisted metal off my now crushed right leg, which was bloody and broken. I managed to tie a turniquit around it to all but stop the bleeding. I pulled myself to the street without passing out and finally hailed a cab. "I'll double your fair if you don't ask any questions." I agonizingly spewed forth as I fell into the foul smelling taxi.
When I got to my apartment, it was in shambles. Everything was torn apart, it looked like the same thing that took out the shelter took out my place as well. I worked my way to the bathroom, and moved the one side panel. " Whew, it's still here!" I thought out loud. I scooped up my laser pistol and my Creditstick. "Now what?" I thought, "They, whoever they are, may still be looking for me, not to mention my leg is like hamburger", then I remembered the addresss the professor handed me. I got back in the cab and gave the man the address, "I'll pay you triple if you get to this address and forget you even saw me." I offered and held out my credstick. The driver scanned it and grinned his orkish smile, "Forget who?"
The contact was a Dwarf, his demeaner seemed much like the professor's, meticulous, cold, and calculated, but caring. I managed to explain who I was before I passed out. When I became conscious, I had no pain in my right leg, as I reached down to touch it, I felt the unnatrual feel of a synthetic leg. My head began to spin, the overwhelming feeling of nausea began to buildup. The old dwarf calmly stated, "I tried my hardest to save your leg, but it was too far gone, but it is a good replacement very difficult to notice." My mind knew he had done the best he could, but I still couldn't help to feel contempt, not for him, but for the Johnsons responsible, why the professor, why me?
The dwarf gave me some time to heal and I helped him out around his shop, I paid him for his services and even bought a few upgrades that he helped me install. I am now somewhat of a fugative, I suppose, forced to run the shadows, to avenge my mentor's death and try to find out why "they" want me dead.
Member Name:Teck
Edition : 3rd
Name : Phenneous Glick
Street Name : Teck
Race : Elf
Sex : M
Age : 25
STATS
Body : 4
Quickness :5
Strength : 3 (4)
Charisma : 4
Intelligence : 5
Willpower : 3
Essence : 4.26
Magic :
Reaction: 5
Initiative: 5 + 1D6
Matrix Initiative:
POOLS
Combat: 6
Spell:
Hacking: 4
Control:
Astral Combat:
SKILLS
Electronics 5
Electronics B/R 3
Computers 6
Computers B/R 4
Biotech 3
Pistols 3
Laser Weapons (Redline) 5(7)
Laser Weapons B/R 3
Ettiquette (matrix) 2(4)
Stealth 2
KNOWLEDGE SKILLS
Engineering 3
Physics 3
Biology 3
Medicine 3
Cybertechnology 4
Data Havens 2
Elven Society3
Elvin Wines 2
LANGUAGES
English (Scientific Lingo) 4(6)
Read/Write 2
Elven 4
Read/Write 2
EDGES
FLAWS
WEAPONS
Name : Redline
Range : 0-5, 6-20, 21-40, 41-60
Conceal : 3
Ammo : 10
Mode : SA
Damage : 12M
Weight : 5.5
Ranges
Bonuses
Internal Smartlink (-2 to target numbers)
Accessories
CYBERWARE/BIOWARE
Synthetic Cyberleg [with +1 strength enhancement]
with Cyberholster
Induction Datajack (Alphaware)
Smartlink (Alphaware)
VEHICLES
Vehicle Name:
Model:
Type:
Handling:
Speed:
Max speed:
Acceleration:
Body:
Armor:
Signature:
Seating:
Fuel:
Economy:
Cost:
Modifications
Equiptment
Lined Coat-8/4/2/1
Battery Clip (5)[10 rounds each]
2 Induction Adapters (alphaware)
Renraku Kraftwerk-8 with Analyze 6, Browse 8, Commlink 8, Deception 10, Decrypt 6, Read/Write 8, Relocate 5, Scanner 5, Spoof 7, Sleaze 10, Attack 7D, Armor 7, Cloak 5, Medic 5
CONTACTS
Lvl 1
Lvl 1
Lvl 2 (Dwarf)
LIFESTYLE
Middle (6 months)
Middle (6 months)
High (6 months)
NUYEN(¥)
10,050 + (3D6 x 100)
HISTORY
Growing up in Tir Tairngire wasn't so bad, I did my part, went to school, finished my homework, kept my nose clean. When I was old enough, I got accepted to a college in New Seattle. Again I did what I was supposed to, I was gonna have a better life than my parents could ever dream of. Professor Yuri seemed to take a special interest in me. San Yuri, somewhat of a genius in the Biotech field, was an aging man of about 60 years. One night after class in my second year, he introduced me to a whole new world. He needed an assistant to help him with his work. Nothing too complex, mind you, but it was a start, and besides it payed well. His work, his second business, was not only repairing cyberlimbs and technologies, but implanting them. His clientel was well varied, from a streetrunner to some corporate types. He never asked questions, so neither did I, business was business.
As the next year progressed, Professor Yuri and I became great friends, he even installed an induction datajack into my temple to help with our work. The induction datajack, which is placed under the skin, was his idea to help keep things low profile. The credits were incredible, more than I could have ever imagined, and I wasn't even getting half of what the professor was getting. My studies began to take second to my new Hobbies. I even began to dabble in other things like Elven Wines, I even bought a Laser pistol.(Everyone needs a little protection, don't they?). The professor never really understood my interest in firearms, I don't think, but I suppose he just chalked it up to my rash youth.
Then toward the end of my Senior year, the Professor seemed to get distracted, he began to cancel our rendevous at the "clinic". I tried to inquire a few times but he always seemed to be annoyed when I did. He would say "It's just administrative problems, no concern of yours."
Then one night a week after graduation, after placing an incredible amount of software and hardware on some Johnson, the professor gave me a name of an old friend, one that he he had worked with a long time ago. He told me "You have become like a son to me over these past few years, but times have become too dangerous for us to continue our work!" He handed me an address,"This man will help you get started. Now that you have graduated I know you are bound for great things. Perhaps you can start your own 'clinic' in time or join the ranks of the corporate elite. You have the tools, all you need to do is learn how to use them." A bell alarmed, it was the doorway entry. We looked at the Vid, it was several Johnsons. The professor's mood changed drastically, he quickly rushed me into the supply closet. I could only hear muffled voices, I did manage to make out one of the men saying "Where is the the young elf that assists you?" "I sent him home a time ago, besides he knows nothing," the professor spat. Then just some scuffing around and some whispering. Then a bright orange light, then darkness.
I awoke in the rubble of what used to be our "clinic". My right leg in severe pain, I don't remeber how I managed to pry the twisted metal off my now crushed right leg, which was bloody and broken. I managed to tie a turniquit around it to all but stop the bleeding. I pulled myself to the street without passing out and finally hailed a cab. "I'll double your fair if you don't ask any questions." I agonizingly spewed forth as I fell into the foul smelling taxi.
When I got to my apartment, it was in shambles. Everything was torn apart, it looked like the same thing that took out the shelter took out my place as well. I worked my way to the bathroom, and moved the one side panel. " Whew, it's still here!" I thought out loud. I scooped up my laser pistol and my Creditstick. "Now what?" I thought, "They, whoever they are, may still be looking for me, not to mention my leg is like hamburger", then I remembered the addresss the professor handed me. I got back in the cab and gave the man the address, "I'll pay you triple if you get to this address and forget you even saw me." I offered and held out my credstick. The driver scanned it and grinned his orkish smile, "Forget who?"
The contact was a Dwarf, his demeaner seemed much like the professor's, meticulous, cold, and calculated, but caring. I managed to explain who I was before I passed out. When I became conscious, I had no pain in my right leg, as I reached down to touch it, I felt the unnatrual feel of a synthetic leg. My head began to spin, the overwhelming feeling of nausea began to buildup. The old dwarf calmly stated, "I tried my hardest to save your leg, but it was too far gone, but it is a good replacement very difficult to notice." My mind knew he had done the best he could, but I still couldn't help to feel contempt, not for him, but for the Johnsons responsible, why the professor, why me?
The dwarf gave me some time to heal and I helped him out around his shop, I paid him for his services and even bought a few upgrades that he helped me install. I am now somewhat of a fugative, I suppose, forced to run the shadows, to avenge my mentor's death and try to find out why "they" want me dead.