[hider=Recluse][b]Real Name:[/b] Garett Brown
[b]Alias:[/b] Recluse
[b]Age:[/b] 25
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Metatype:[/b] Human
[b]Specialization:[/b] Sniper, Demolitions, Awakened Chaos Mage (Spider Totem)

[b]Appearance:[/b] Lanky and goofy-looking, like a teenager that never grew into his frame, Recluse is the sort of person you'd never see winning a foot race. He's the kid that needs to wear armor two sizes bigger than him just to appear well-proportioned. Like somebody wrapped a skeleton in ham and left it out in the sun for a few days... get me yet? He'd probably be a pasty white if you could ever see his skin, but it seems like he's always totally covered up one way or another. His usual attire is a rough-knit nylon-and-burlap affair, like somebody tossed a bunch of army uniforms into a bag. His head is hooded whenever he goes outside, and he's always wearing dark goggles to hide his eyes. He looks like he belongs in the middle of the desert, foraging scorpions for their meat, and he's consistently out of place in the sprawl. But because of his dark, messy appearance, he can hide in the shadows like nobody else. Even if you were to pass right by him and look at him, he'd just look like a couple of half-empty potato sacks somebody left behind.

[b]Personality:[/b] As quiet, lazy, and immovable as a rock. Recluse will go to great lengths if it means having to avoid just a bit of work. The type that refuses to recognize when his workarounds actually resulted in more effort. Still, he recognizes his need to eat, so he knows that in a pinch, he has to work. Aside from being sleepy, stubborn, and frustrating, he is actually quite easy to get along with, especially for the type of people that always like to have things their way. Recluse is more than happy to indulge whoever, as long as it doesn't involve having to put forth much effort. He'll sit and listen to you ramble for hours on end, let you beat him over and over in Simsense games, attend your startup Post-Orksploitation Neo-Grunge concert with your three other fans, and just overall be a cool guy to hang around. Unless you wanted to rely on him, which would be a huge mistake. He's extremely trustworthy with secrets, but not with favours. Worse yet, he doesn't seem to particularly care one way or another if he breaks a promise. If it serves him in the moment to do it, he won't think twice.

Addicted to both Deepweed and Long Haul, it's no wonder Recluse seems lethargic, uncaring, and borderline narcoleptic. It seems almost like he's a dangerous chemical time bomb, ready to explode if he slips even once. But possibly his most beneficial trait is just that - He never slips. He has the steadiest hand you could ask for, and you wouldn't want anybody else handling your drugs or your bombs, nor would you want anybody else with their finger on the hair-trigger of one of the civilized world's strongest rifles in a delicate situation. If he were any kind of high-strung, he'd be a dangerous hot mess that nobody would want on their team. But instead he somehow manages to pull off the loveable dope in every situation.

[b]Bio:[/b] Born awakened to awakened parents, it was fully expected from his birth that Garett would grow up to follow his parents' hermetic traditions. They trained him in the importance of careful rituals, proper planning, and even battle strategy from a young age. And while he was able to follow their instructions to the letter, displaying the patience and willpower needed for successful magic, it seemed like he never had any particular talent for the stuff. As though he was simply lacking in mana, or focus, or something. Nobody seemed to know what his problem was, but eventually, his parents gave up trying to lead him down their path, suddenly insisting that if he wants to, he must follow his own path, and in doing so he would find enlightenment.

As soon as he came of age, he struck out on his own. For a while, he signed up with the UCAS Navy, studying military tactics on the fast-track to become an officer, but eventually they got fed up with his attitude and shoved him onto the streets. After that, he rolled with a street gang, serving as their reluctant butt monkey for a few years. He became well-regarded as a talented shooter, but his military experience meant that when the old gang got saddled with a crate full of bombs and no expertise, it was Recluse that was put in charge. In response to this newfound responsibility, he grabbed as many explosives as he could carry and set off on his own. Finally on his own after years of following what other people wanted, he used his newfound freedom to occupy an abandoned warehouse and start tinkering with the bombs he had so recently stolen. If he could get a handle on these, he could actually be useful for something, in a way that nobody else was. But after two months of tinkering, he wasn't any further along in his independant study.

The prolonged stress on his brain turned him on to deepweed for release. Since he was technically a mage, it meant that he went astral whether he liked it or not, but it calmed his nerves (fried them, some might argue.) But it was thanks to that that he finally found his mentor spirit: the Spider. Spider taught him the value of patience, told him that his independance had more value than he realized, and that he had a hidden talent that was yet to be unlocked. She began to show him that magic was not so limited as his parents had taught him. It was so like humans to want immediate gratification for their actions. But sometimes life didn't work that way. Sometimes you had to wait for the grand payoff. And sometimes, the procedure itself was art, not the result.

From that moment, everything finally clicked. There was no reason he couldn't be his own brand of mage. His rifle was his fetish. The plastic explosives were his reagents, and he was the catalyst, drawing symbols on the ground, chanting words, and pulling the trigger. With his new philosophy, he dove headfirst into the world of Shadowrunning. He is currently notorious for his skill with demolitions, and he is known to be able to wait in a single position for days at a time for his prey to enter his web. And once they're in, there is no escape except a bullet to the head, or a building collapsed on top of them. And everything will have gone according to his plan all along.

[b]Cyberware/Bioware:[/b] Smartlink, and accompanying cybereye on his right side, but no other augs to speak of.

[b]Loadout:[/b] 
Barret Model 121 (Silencer/Smartgun/Bipod) - Recluse's trusty right hand. Strong enough to punch through an inch of steel, and tailored to make sure he never has to fire more than one shot at a time, armored or not. This thing will punch through solid kevlar and still leave an exit wound the size of your fist. Though illegal, he never leaves home without it (if only because he rarely leaves home in the first place.) Regularly wrapped in burlap sacks, it looks like just a long extension to his pack.

C4 - A backpack full of the stuff, complete with several electric and remote detonators and a coil of conductive fiber wire to go with it. Only dangerous if he really screws up. So far, so good.

Survival Kit, Basic - Emergency rations, bandages, rope, a survival knife, and flares. Enough to get him through a few days on his own in the middle of nowhere until he can be found.

Drug satchel - One pocket for Deepweed, one for Long Haul. Do not mix.

[b]Opinion of teammates:[/b] [hider][b]Traction:[/b] "I get the feeling she's looking down on me... no. More like she doesn't see me as a person. I s'pose that's fine, if that's what she wants. Even if she wants me dead, it's not like I'm gonna die. She brings a valuable set of skills to the team, so I won't complain. It'll be a shame to see her go from all that stress."

-Recluse isn't particularly concerned about Traction's opinion of people, let alone himself, and is thankful for her abilities.

[b]Kaz:[/b] "Pretty cool dude, if he'd just settle down a bit. Why do I gotta be the one to bail him out when he pisses off a client? somebody else can do it. I think maybe we'd get paid more if it wasn't for his big mouth and affinity for gunpowder... but then again, maybe we wouldn't be quite so alive either. Huh. Ah hell, don't ask me what it means. I'm glad to have him on the team and far away from me please."

-Recluse is conflicted about Kyuzo, but seems appreciative of the role he plays. He likes Kyuzo as a person, but seems focused on the potential extra work he brings by not talking things out properly.

[b]Cath:[/b] "It's pretty cool to see what a real shaman can get up to when they want to. Maybe all that spiritual stuff is worth something after all. Well, it's too late for me, of course. What was I saying? Oh, Cath. Yeah, she cool. Knows how to talk to people, I dunno if it's magic or just an understanding of what makes folks tick, but it's great. Maybe if half our team weren't goddamned psychopaths we wouldn't have to rely on her as much, but hey. Hard to argue with money and results."

-Recluse seems to admire Cath for her magical abilities, and trust her when it comes to social situations. He seems to see her as an eye in the storm that is their team.

[b]Nomad:[/b] "Old cowboy type. You see them now and again, 'specially among older humans. If you ask me, I think he needs to let the past go a bit more than he has done. Maybe it's not that easy when you're that old. Been through a lot and he'll be through a bunch more before he's through. He seems the type that'll cling to 'running until he's in a wheelchair, maybe even then. Well, respect your elders, I say. Don't ask me about his machines."

-Obviously Recluse respects the old boy for his ability to survive and keep going, though tenacity like that is hard for him to understand. Recluse finds his drones a bit creepy, but recognizes that they're a means to an end.

[b]Kali:[/b] "Fuckin... shit man, what do you want? If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say nothing at all, right? Well... she's good at attracting bullets... and stuff. I'd put her in front of me on every run if I could, though I'm not really convinced that the bullet that gibs me won't be from her gun one of these days. Just, like... chill out, dude. Jesus."

-Worried about being shot, Recluse doesn't want to talk about Kali much.[/hider][/hider]