Post by Mr. Johnson on Dec 18, 2005 12:06:33 GMT -5
Name: Gunther Liebold
Race: Troll
Sex: male
Age: 23
Street Name: Doctor Boom, 'da Bomb
Atributes:
Body: 8(9)
Quickness: 4
Strength: 7
Charisma: 3
Intelligence: 4
Willpower: 6
Reaction: 4
Initiative: 4+1d6
Essence: 5.84
Karma Pool: 1
Karma Spent: 18
Good Karma: 0
Dice Pools:
Combat Pool: 7
Skills:
Athletics: 4
Unarmed Combat: 4
Ettiquette(mega corp): 4
Electronics: 4
Intimidation: 3
Stealth: 3
Negotiation: 2
Assault Rifles: 4
Pistols: 4
Edge (Combat Axe): 5(7)
Car: 3
Computer: 4
Elecronics B/R: 3
Leadership: 3
Car B/R: 1
Knowledge Skills
Chemistry: 6
Biology: 3
Meta Humanity: 1
Corporate Politics: 5
Gang ID: 3
Area Knowledge (Puyallup): 3
Magic: 3
Languages
English 4
R/W 2
German 2
R/W 1
Weapons:
Name: FN HAR
Accessories: Troll Mod, folding stock, top mounted laser sight, R3 gas venting system, [/color]4 extra clips (140 rounds)
Name: Combat Axe
Reach: +3 (includes Racial)
Conceal: 2
Damage: (Str)S
Weight: 2.5
Accessories: Troll Mod
Armor:
Name: Secure Jacket
Conceal: 9
Ballistic: 4
Impact: 2
Weight: 2.5
Accessories: Troll Mod
Cyberware:
Datajack (Alphaware)
Gear:
Personal pocket computer(troll sized), Large flashlight, Hand-held cell phone, 2 smoke grenades, DocWagon Basic service contract, Chemical Shop (Troll Mod), Micro-Comm R4 (Troll Mod), Large Bomb {Neuro-stun VIII}
NuYen
Cred Stick w/2000¥
Lifestyles:
Squatter Lifestyle (2 months)
Contacts:
Megacorp Secretary (level 1): Nancy Bretton was Gunther's secretary at Mitukamasan Chemicals, though older, she had a thing for Gunther, although, since his Goblinization, Nancy's affectations have depreciated, but she still has a sweet spot for Gunther.
Fixer (level 1): Honest John, the fixer that Gunther sold his stolen pay-data to and who still kinda looks after Gunther.
Gang Thug (level 1): Brutus, Elven enforcer for a local gang called the Blackjacks. Gunther pays the gang for his squatter pad in a basement of an abandoned tenement.
Chemical Supply Store manager (level 1): One-eyed Frank, an ex-chemical weapons engineer who worked for the U.S.A.C. armed forces who opened a small store in Redmonds. Gunther, met him thru Honest John when he was asking about stuff to try and set up a small chemical lab for himself.
Dancer at The Eager Beaver (Level 2): Holly
Manager/Owner of The Eager Beaver (Level 1): Dom Haseltorn
British MI-6 (Level 1): Agent ????????
Description:
Gunther is a huge hulk of a troll, standing several inches over 7' and weighing in at around 539 pounds. Most of the time Gunther dresses in tattered clothes and has the rough appearance of someone down on his luck. A troll down on his luck. What's ao different about that??
Notes:
Gunther was born and raised in the Ruhr-Megaplex. His father was a corporate wageslave, and his mother was a delicatesan manager. From an early age, Gunther excelled in school. He skipped first one grade then another, as he constantly outshone his fellow students. Graduating 2 years early from school, Gunther went to the finest universities in Germany. Moving to the U.C.A.S. at 21, Gunther finished his Doctorate in chemistry at M.I.T.&.A. in record time (3 and a half months) and was recruited immediately by Mitukamasan Chemical, a division of the mega corp Wuxing . The young man was a genius, a veritible prodigy, riding the fast lane to success, fortune, and in the scientific circles, fame.
And then it happened. It started with his hand. It began to deform and grow. With horror, he knew what was happening...He frantically started researching the goblinization process, but it came upon him too fast...And he couldnt hide it. Within days, this young up and coming, blonde haired, blue eyed, son of Germany turned into a hulking brute of a troll, complete with curved horns coming out of the sides of his head!!!
His co-workers, toeing the corporate line, dutifully reported the transformation and reacted with horror to their former friend and colleague. The Mitukamasan Chemical security team came to escort the "horror" from the premises, despite Gunthers attempts to convince them of his identity. Unfortunately for the two dead security guards, the situation quickly escallated to deadly levels as removing a troll from a premises proved rather more difficult than they anticipated. From Gunther's point of view, it was all a terrible accident. He didnt know that with his new strength, pushing the first guard into the second guard would send both thru not only the glass wall of the meeting room, but thru the partition and large plate glass window overlooking the main entrance, 14 stories down.
Grabbing the dropped assault rifle, Gunther headed for the back stairs. A brief firefight ensued as Gunther made his way to his office, two floors down. Thinking quickly, Gunther, grabbed his personal computer with his latest projects and his cell phone. Then wrenching his desk computer out of his desk and tucking it under his arm, Gunther bolted for the exit, amid a hail of bullets from the remainder of the security team.
Despite being hit a number of times, Gunther marvelled at the way his new body shrugged off damage as he headed for the streets. He heard the wail of approaching sirens and ducked into first one alley then a second. Thru shear luck, the large Troll managed to evade the lonestar patrols as he jumped on the nearest transit, then switching to a taxi a few blocks away, and then ducking out of that a few more blocks away.
"Gotta lower my profile a bit," he thought to himself. Stopping to grab an empty box from an alley, Gunther wrapped up the assault rifle in the cardboard and turned his ill-fitting jacket inside out. Tucking the large chunk of desk, containing his office computer, under one arm and the box shrouded rifle under the other, Gunther headed out of the downtown core, sticking to alleys and secondary roads, avoiding major intersections and as many people as possible.
"Where to? where to? Where am I going to go?" he thought to himself. "Somewhere where there are lots of others like me..." Stopping at a data-term, Gunther did a quick search to locate other metahumans..."Looks like Puyallup..." Sighing at the prospects before him, Gunther headed off to the next bus headed north.
Gunther managed to survive the first few months...those first days and weeks were the hardest. Not knowing who to trust, always looking over his shoulder. He traded his phone that first night, for a place to sleep under a stairwell in a dark, dirty alley behind a garbage can. Then he caught a break and heard of a guy. A guy who bought and sold stuff. The street slang for the guy was a "fixer".
It took a few days to set up a meet but Gunther had nothing but time. Time to learn his new territory. Time to adjust to his new body. Time to avoid getting killed. There were a few close calls but Gunther made it to the meet. He traded the pay-data as he came to know it, for a few bits of information, a bit of gear and some fast cash. He needed someone to teach him how to survive, survive in the shadows.
The fixer, an ork with the unlikely name of Honest John, hooked him up. The pay-data was pure gold and he made a killing. The troll was young and new to the streets. What's a few hundred nuyen, a bit of gear and a dropped name or two, compared to the 100's of thousands of nuyen he made off the deal. Little did Gunther know, but his Pay-data earned Honest John a significant increase in street cred. As a result, Honest John has always looks out for Gunther, makin sure he survived, by pointing him to the kind of people that would show the troll how to live and not get iced, and most importantly, Honest John helped Gunther Liebold disappear off the grid.
Wanna know about his street name? Just ask him...
Race: Troll
Sex: male
Age: 23
Street Name: Doctor Boom, 'da Bomb
Atributes:
Body: 8(9)
Quickness: 4
Strength: 7
Charisma: 3
Intelligence: 4
Willpower: 6
Reaction: 4
Initiative: 4+1d6
Essence: 5.84
Karma Pool: 1
Karma Spent: 18
Good Karma: 0
Dice Pools:
Combat Pool: 7
Skills:
Athletics: 4
Unarmed Combat: 4
Ettiquette(mega corp): 4
Electronics: 4
Intimidation: 3
Stealth: 3
Negotiation: 2
Assault Rifles: 4
Pistols: 4
Edge (Combat Axe): 5(7)
Car: 3
Computer: 4
Elecronics B/R: 3
Leadership: 3
Car B/R: 1
Knowledge Skills
Chemistry: 6
Biology: 3
Meta Humanity: 1
Corporate Politics: 5
Gang ID: 3
Area Knowledge (Puyallup): 3
Magic: 3
Languages
English 4
R/W 2
German 2
R/W 1
Weapons:
Name: FN HAR
Accessories: Troll Mod, folding stock, top mounted laser sight, R3 gas venting system, [/color]4 extra clips (140 rounds)
Name: Combat Axe
Reach: +3 (includes Racial)
Conceal: 2
Damage: (Str)S
Weight: 2.5
Accessories: Troll Mod
Armor:
Name: Secure Jacket
Conceal: 9
Ballistic: 4
Impact: 2
Weight: 2.5
Accessories: Troll Mod
Cyberware:
Datajack (Alphaware)
Gear:
Personal pocket computer(troll sized), Large flashlight, Hand-held cell phone, 2 smoke grenades, DocWagon Basic service contract, Chemical Shop (Troll Mod), Micro-Comm R4 (Troll Mod), Large Bomb {Neuro-stun VIII}
NuYen
Cred Stick w/2000¥
Lifestyles:
Squatter Lifestyle (2 months)
Contacts:
Megacorp Secretary (level 1): Nancy Bretton was Gunther's secretary at Mitukamasan Chemicals, though older, she had a thing for Gunther, although, since his Goblinization, Nancy's affectations have depreciated, but she still has a sweet spot for Gunther.
Fixer (level 1): Honest John, the fixer that Gunther sold his stolen pay-data to and who still kinda looks after Gunther.
Gang Thug (level 1): Brutus, Elven enforcer for a local gang called the Blackjacks. Gunther pays the gang for his squatter pad in a basement of an abandoned tenement.
Chemical Supply Store manager (level 1): One-eyed Frank, an ex-chemical weapons engineer who worked for the U.S.A.C. armed forces who opened a small store in Redmonds. Gunther, met him thru Honest John when he was asking about stuff to try and set up a small chemical lab for himself.
Dancer at The Eager Beaver (Level 2): Holly
Manager/Owner of The Eager Beaver (Level 1): Dom Haseltorn
British MI-6 (Level 1): Agent ????????
Description:
Gunther is a huge hulk of a troll, standing several inches over 7' and weighing in at around 539 pounds. Most of the time Gunther dresses in tattered clothes and has the rough appearance of someone down on his luck. A troll down on his luck. What's ao different about that??
Notes:
Gunther was born and raised in the Ruhr-Megaplex. His father was a corporate wageslave, and his mother was a delicatesan manager. From an early age, Gunther excelled in school. He skipped first one grade then another, as he constantly outshone his fellow students. Graduating 2 years early from school, Gunther went to the finest universities in Germany. Moving to the U.C.A.S. at 21, Gunther finished his Doctorate in chemistry at M.I.T.&.A. in record time (3 and a half months) and was recruited immediately by Mitukamasan Chemical, a division of the mega corp Wuxing . The young man was a genius, a veritible prodigy, riding the fast lane to success, fortune, and in the scientific circles, fame.
And then it happened. It started with his hand. It began to deform and grow. With horror, he knew what was happening...He frantically started researching the goblinization process, but it came upon him too fast...And he couldnt hide it. Within days, this young up and coming, blonde haired, blue eyed, son of Germany turned into a hulking brute of a troll, complete with curved horns coming out of the sides of his head!!!
His co-workers, toeing the corporate line, dutifully reported the transformation and reacted with horror to their former friend and colleague. The Mitukamasan Chemical security team came to escort the "horror" from the premises, despite Gunthers attempts to convince them of his identity. Unfortunately for the two dead security guards, the situation quickly escallated to deadly levels as removing a troll from a premises proved rather more difficult than they anticipated. From Gunther's point of view, it was all a terrible accident. He didnt know that with his new strength, pushing the first guard into the second guard would send both thru not only the glass wall of the meeting room, but thru the partition and large plate glass window overlooking the main entrance, 14 stories down.
Grabbing the dropped assault rifle, Gunther headed for the back stairs. A brief firefight ensued as Gunther made his way to his office, two floors down. Thinking quickly, Gunther, grabbed his personal computer with his latest projects and his cell phone. Then wrenching his desk computer out of his desk and tucking it under his arm, Gunther bolted for the exit, amid a hail of bullets from the remainder of the security team.
Despite being hit a number of times, Gunther marvelled at the way his new body shrugged off damage as he headed for the streets. He heard the wail of approaching sirens and ducked into first one alley then a second. Thru shear luck, the large Troll managed to evade the lonestar patrols as he jumped on the nearest transit, then switching to a taxi a few blocks away, and then ducking out of that a few more blocks away.
"Gotta lower my profile a bit," he thought to himself. Stopping to grab an empty box from an alley, Gunther wrapped up the assault rifle in the cardboard and turned his ill-fitting jacket inside out. Tucking the large chunk of desk, containing his office computer, under one arm and the box shrouded rifle under the other, Gunther headed out of the downtown core, sticking to alleys and secondary roads, avoiding major intersections and as many people as possible.
"Where to? where to? Where am I going to go?" he thought to himself. "Somewhere where there are lots of others like me..." Stopping at a data-term, Gunther did a quick search to locate other metahumans..."Looks like Puyallup..." Sighing at the prospects before him, Gunther headed off to the next bus headed north.
Gunther managed to survive the first few months...those first days and weeks were the hardest. Not knowing who to trust, always looking over his shoulder. He traded his phone that first night, for a place to sleep under a stairwell in a dark, dirty alley behind a garbage can. Then he caught a break and heard of a guy. A guy who bought and sold stuff. The street slang for the guy was a "fixer".
It took a few days to set up a meet but Gunther had nothing but time. Time to learn his new territory. Time to adjust to his new body. Time to avoid getting killed. There were a few close calls but Gunther made it to the meet. He traded the pay-data as he came to know it, for a few bits of information, a bit of gear and some fast cash. He needed someone to teach him how to survive, survive in the shadows.
The fixer, an ork with the unlikely name of Honest John, hooked him up. The pay-data was pure gold and he made a killing. The troll was young and new to the streets. What's a few hundred nuyen, a bit of gear and a dropped name or two, compared to the 100's of thousands of nuyen he made off the deal. Little did Gunther know, but his Pay-data earned Honest John a significant increase in street cred. As a result, Honest John has always looks out for Gunther, makin sure he survived, by pointing him to the kind of people that would show the troll how to live and not get iced, and most importantly, Honest John helped Gunther Liebold disappear off the grid.
Wanna know about his street name? Just ask him...