Post by emyaj on Mar 30, 2006 19:32:26 GMT -5
Game EXP :0
Name : Ronald Cakes
Street Name : Cakes
Race : Ork
Sex : M
Age : 21
ATTRIBUTES 30
Body : 9
Quickness : 6
Strength : 8
Charisma : 3
Intelligence :3
Willpower : 4
Essence : 3.75
Reaction: 4(6)
Initiative: 2d6
POOLS
Combat: 6
Magic: 0
Karma 2+7
used
Karma pool 1
SKILLS 34
Athletics:7
Pistols :4
SMG's : 5
SMG B/R:3
Clubs: 4
Stealth:3
Street Etiquette: 2
Cyber-Combat:5
KNOWLEDGE SKILLS 15
Classic Rock:1
Heavy Rock:1
Safe house Locations: 2
LoneStar procedures:3
Ork Underground:3
Gang I.D.:3
English R/W:2
Resources:50
WEAPONS
Name: Vash the Stampede 's Revolver
Range: Heavy
Conceal: 4
Ammo: 6 (Cy)
Mode: SA
Damage: 10M
WT: 3.25
Cost (¥): 1450(¥)
Legal: 8P-E
Avail: 24/18 Days
Index: 1
Mod: Custom Finish
Notes:Custom Finish, add 2 points of recoil compensation, also due to modified barrel, the ranges are:
S:0-6
M:7-22
L:24-44
E:45-66
Clothing/Armor
Ordinary clothing
Armor vest
secure jacket
Cyberware
Smartlink .5
Standard wire reflex lvl1 2
Retractable handblade .25
Bone lacing (plastic) .5
Lifestyle: middle(2 months paid)
Contacts
Quicksilver Bartender lvl2
Joe Street Doc lvl2
Ashley Fixer lvl2
Renee Girlfriend lvl2
History:
The big domes call it UGR (Unexplained Genetic Revision) or UGE Unexplained Genetic Expression. Cute names, huh? It's just ONE of the BIG words that the crack brains use to explain what the Media so fondly called Goblinization. Nice fancy label for a process that can be quick and easy for some and a real painful experience for others. Some have even died from it. Then if the change don't get you? Some Humanis Policlub drek head will certainly try to take up the slack. Now the beauty of this was that Goblinization happened to a bunch of people real fast around 2021. No one really understands HOW or WHY it happened. No one knew what the frag was happening either despite all the big names. Some thought it was the new VITAS, you know Virally Induced Toxic Allergy Syndrome. Boy were they wrong.
Anyway, people are still changing even today. It goes like this. You get born a human, you get to puberty and WHAM suddenly you wake up in a fragging hospital with everyone giving you that false 'You'll be OK.' drek and looking at you like your life is over. Now if you wake up an elf? You got people who really love your hoop. You're pretty and delicate and cute and cuddly.
You wake up a Dwarf, they ignore you.
You wake up a Troll or an Ork, they're down right afraid of you. You're a monster and there ain't no cure and the cute and the cuddly sure don't work for you when you got large fangs and warts and greasy hair. That's me. Monster for the rest of my life. No reprieve until your dead. They'll probably not let me into heaven either. Depressing ain't it.
You notice the change real fast during and especially after the change. The pain just takes a new flavor is all. Your old human parents and friends don't even want to know you. You're not cute or cuddly and you're an embarrassment and a disappointment. They put on the face but you know you ain't wanted. Now you have a choice, you can BECOME the monster everyone thinks you are and go on a rampage and they shoot you down like a dog. Or you get out and try to survive and build some kind of life. Not many choices there.
So yeah, I walked. Who cares? No One. Who are my parents? They don't want to know me and I sure ain't going back to that life so why bother? You grow up quick out on the streets. You make some contacts and you take risks to get the NuYen to survive another day. I've come a long way and pulled some jobs for Vankler in the Orc underground. I got a solid rep. Another good contact I made was Renee. She's my girl. She was doing real well at the Nat Vat School of Magic. She was going to become a mage, Then she changed into an Ork and out on the street she went too. We met sleeping under a bush in the park and hooked up to protect each others hide. We pulled some jobs, had some fun and met a few other people. Some like Quick the elf, the bartender at the place they used to call the Eager Beaver. Nice guy, kind of quiet, but he doesn't give me any of that fake pity drek. Things change though. The Beaver is now some high class gambling joint and Quick has been running with some other runners lately, I don't see him much but word is he is onto a good thing.. Another good person is Ashlee the fixer, a human, surprisingly. I met her while dealing with some Chip Meister's that killed a Troll friend of hers. She owes me some favors which helps a lot sometimes when times get desperate. Of course after one of those battles with the Humanis people Renee had to haul my hoop to Joe human Street Doc. He lives down near the International District on Maynard Street. Renee and I with his help managed to get a small apartment right over his small hospital. It makes it nice when I come back dripping gore. It's noisy, wedged in between Airport Way and the Qwest Field where the Seahawks play but it's cheap. Now I got enough saved to cruise comfortably for a couple of months but jobs for an Ork, especially paying jobs where you got a fighting chance are hard to come by. Time to get out on those mean wet streets and hustle up a living.
Name : Ronald Cakes
Street Name : Cakes
Race : Ork
Sex : M
Age : 21
ATTRIBUTES 30
Body : 9
Quickness : 6
Strength : 8
Charisma : 3
Intelligence :3
Willpower : 4
Essence : 3.75
Reaction: 4(6)
Initiative: 2d6
POOLS
Combat: 6
Magic: 0
Karma 2+7
used
Karma pool 1
SKILLS 34
Athletics:7
Pistols :4
SMG's : 5
SMG B/R:3
Clubs: 4
Stealth:3
Street Etiquette: 2
Cyber-Combat:5
KNOWLEDGE SKILLS 15
Classic Rock:1
Heavy Rock:1
Safe house Locations: 2
LoneStar procedures:3
Ork Underground:3
Gang I.D.:3
English R/W:2
Resources:50
WEAPONS
Name: Vash the Stampede 's Revolver
Range: Heavy
Conceal: 4
Ammo: 6 (Cy)
Mode: SA
Damage: 10M
WT: 3.25
Cost (¥): 1450(¥)
Legal: 8P-E
Avail: 24/18 Days
Index: 1
Mod: Custom Finish
Notes:Custom Finish, add 2 points of recoil compensation, also due to modified barrel, the ranges are:
S:0-6
M:7-22
L:24-44
E:45-66
Clothing/Armor
Ordinary clothing
Armor vest
secure jacket
Cyberware
Smartlink .5
Standard wire reflex lvl1 2
Retractable handblade .25
Bone lacing (plastic) .5
Lifestyle: middle(2 months paid)
Contacts
Quicksilver Bartender lvl2
Joe Street Doc lvl2
Ashley Fixer lvl2
Renee Girlfriend lvl2
History:
The big domes call it UGR (Unexplained Genetic Revision) or UGE Unexplained Genetic Expression. Cute names, huh? It's just ONE of the BIG words that the crack brains use to explain what the Media so fondly called Goblinization. Nice fancy label for a process that can be quick and easy for some and a real painful experience for others. Some have even died from it. Then if the change don't get you? Some Humanis Policlub drek head will certainly try to take up the slack. Now the beauty of this was that Goblinization happened to a bunch of people real fast around 2021. No one really understands HOW or WHY it happened. No one knew what the frag was happening either despite all the big names. Some thought it was the new VITAS, you know Virally Induced Toxic Allergy Syndrome. Boy were they wrong.
Anyway, people are still changing even today. It goes like this. You get born a human, you get to puberty and WHAM suddenly you wake up in a fragging hospital with everyone giving you that false 'You'll be OK.' drek and looking at you like your life is over. Now if you wake up an elf? You got people who really love your hoop. You're pretty and delicate and cute and cuddly.
You wake up a Dwarf, they ignore you.
You wake up a Troll or an Ork, they're down right afraid of you. You're a monster and there ain't no cure and the cute and the cuddly sure don't work for you when you got large fangs and warts and greasy hair. That's me. Monster for the rest of my life. No reprieve until your dead. They'll probably not let me into heaven either. Depressing ain't it.
You notice the change real fast during and especially after the change. The pain just takes a new flavor is all. Your old human parents and friends don't even want to know you. You're not cute or cuddly and you're an embarrassment and a disappointment. They put on the face but you know you ain't wanted. Now you have a choice, you can BECOME the monster everyone thinks you are and go on a rampage and they shoot you down like a dog. Or you get out and try to survive and build some kind of life. Not many choices there.
So yeah, I walked. Who cares? No One. Who are my parents? They don't want to know me and I sure ain't going back to that life so why bother? You grow up quick out on the streets. You make some contacts and you take risks to get the NuYen to survive another day. I've come a long way and pulled some jobs for Vankler in the Orc underground. I got a solid rep. Another good contact I made was Renee. She's my girl. She was doing real well at the Nat Vat School of Magic. She was going to become a mage, Then she changed into an Ork and out on the street she went too. We met sleeping under a bush in the park and hooked up to protect each others hide. We pulled some jobs, had some fun and met a few other people. Some like Quick the elf, the bartender at the place they used to call the Eager Beaver. Nice guy, kind of quiet, but he doesn't give me any of that fake pity drek. Things change though. The Beaver is now some high class gambling joint and Quick has been running with some other runners lately, I don't see him much but word is he is onto a good thing.. Another good person is Ashlee the fixer, a human, surprisingly. I met her while dealing with some Chip Meister's that killed a Troll friend of hers. She owes me some favors which helps a lot sometimes when times get desperate. Of course after one of those battles with the Humanis people Renee had to haul my hoop to Joe human Street Doc. He lives down near the International District on Maynard Street. Renee and I with his help managed to get a small apartment right over his small hospital. It makes it nice when I come back dripping gore. It's noisy, wedged in between Airport Way and the Qwest Field where the Seahawks play but it's cheap. Now I got enough saved to cruise comfortably for a couple of months but jobs for an Ork, especially paying jobs where you got a fighting chance are hard to come by. Time to get out on those mean wet streets and hustle up a living.