[quote=@Letter Bee] [hider=Reinhard Martin, aka Tenno] [center][url=https://imgchest.com/p/agyv6dbez78][img]https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/pyq9cndaar4.jpg[/img][/url] [b][u][color=white][h2]Reinhard Martin[/h2][/color][/u][/b][/center] [b][u][color=white]Street Name[/color][/u][/b] [indent][indent][color=A1A1A1][b] Tenno [/b][/color][/indent][/indent] [b][u][color=white]Metatype[/color][/u][/b] [indent][indent][color=A1A1A1][b] Human [/b][/color][/indent][/indent] [b][u][color=white]Gender[/color][/u][/b] [indent][indent][color=A1A1A1][b] Male [/b][/color][/indent][/indent] [b][u][color=white]Age[/color][/u][/b] [indent][indent][color=A1A1A1][b] 18 [/b][/color][/indent][/indent] [b][u][color=white]Appearance[/color][/u][/b] [indent][indent][color=A1A1A1][b] As in the Picture. [/b][/color][/indent][/indent] [b][u][color=white]Awakened[/color][/u][/b] [indent][indent][color=A1A1A1][b] Yes. [/b][/color][/indent][/indent] [b][u][color=white]Archetype[/color][/u][/b] [indent][indent][color=A1A1A1][b] Mystic Adept (Magician + Physical Adept; yes, it's in the Tabletop) [/b][/color][/indent][/indent] [b][u][color=white]Cybernetic or Bioware[/color][/u][/b] [indent][indent][color=A1A1A1][b] N/A [/b][/color][/indent][/indent] [b][u][color=white]Personality[/color][/u][/b] [indent][indent][color=A1A1A1][b]He cannot fix everything, but he can fix some things. He cannot save the world, but he can save himself. But did he deserve salvation after failing everyone? It technically was not his fault. He was just fifteen three years ago. The Flux State was floundering by then, sapped by attrition from the Corporates until its days were numbered. But he was an Awakened, damnit! He should have held out a little longer and fought a little harder. If he had... Maybe his parents and brother would not have died. That prison he was taken to after defeat and captivity doubled as a laboratory. The tests, the torment, the wearing down of his sense of self until he accepted that he was not going to get out - He had given up. Then, his rescue was by the reconstituted and reinvigorated Anarchist Black Cross. He's being given enough to survive as a shadowrunner. His' finding a home, in Madrid, working for the very Corporations he detested, and at eighteen, trying to drown out the memory of his dead past with... Vices. Desperately seeking a purpose in life, hoping, but not set, on it being 'moral'. He won't hurt others for the fun of it or because of malice, but while he wants to help others... He'd seen where that led. But maybe, hope isn't necessary to survive, after all.[/b][/color][/indent][/indent] [b][u][color=white]Equipment[/color][/u][/b] [indent][color=A1A1A1][b] Fake SIN (Rating 4) - 10,000 Sword (Force 3 Weapon Focus) - 500 + 21,000 Colt America x2 - 640 Fake Magic License (Rating 4) - 1000 Armor Clothing with Insulation and Thermal Damping (Armor Rating 6, Thermal Damping 2, Insulation 1) - 450 + 250 +1000 Regular Ammo (400 rounds) - 600 Certified Credstick, silver - 20 Renraku Sensei - 1000 Survival Kit - 200 Bio Monitor - 300 Fake Gun License (Rating 3) - 600 5540 Nuyen left. [/b][/color][/indent] [b][u][color=white]Background[/color][/u][/b] [indent][color=A1A1A1][b]All Reinhard had ever known was the Flux State in the East of Berlin. His parents were Shadowruners who focused on doing some good and sticking it to the Corpos. In the Flux State, Anarchism somehow [i]worked[/i] and conventional economic and political wisdom did not apply. He had a baby brother; a Technomancer. They were all happy, despite the storm clouds that were drawing near as the Corporations decided to take what remained of Berlin for themselves. When the final Corporate assault on the Flux State came, Reinhard had already Awakened as a Mystic Adept and was in the early stages of training how to fight. He and his parents fought to defend the neighborhood they lived in, but at the end of the day, the Corporation forces - And their Artillery - Were just too strong. Only he had survived the bombardment that had taken down his street's crude defenses, taking down several Corpo footsoldiers before being captured and, after his show of magical force was assessed, put in a black van to vanish into the Corporates' prison systems, which also doubled as unethical laboratories and labor camps. Despite being only fifteen then, he was deprived of all rights and legal existence as his person, and what he went through... He still wakes up screaming from that, and one of his fears is that he will never truly be free of it. The worst thing he could admit to himself was that [i]they broke him[/i]. They made him plead for mercy, promise his obedience, promise to do everything they wanted if they would just stop torturing him, pleading that he knew his place, that he was their property now. [i]And he wasn't lying[/i]. But they continued. He was just young, just lost everything, but they didn't care. They could do anything they wanted to him without his permission, and what they wanted was to extract every bit of information/toil/profit that they could from experimenting on him, and there was sadism in the mix as well. Then, there was an explosion, followed by a raid. During the years of his captivity, the Anarchist Black Cross had reconstituted themselves and began launching raids to free the survivors of Berlin. Not that it would bring back the Flux State; those days had sailed. Nevertheless, Reinhard accepted freedom, albeit without hope. He accepted safety, sanctuary, and enough training to survive in the outside world without immediately giving himself away to corporations, criminals, and the remaining nations. Eventually, he became a Shadowrunner in Madrid. Reinhard made a name for himself as 'Tenno', doing minor jobs and occasionally risky ones. He stayed away from ones too close to Corporate and National politics, though, not wanting the tragedies of his life to repeat themselves once more. Not that he was the only one who suffered. It's not like he was the only one who will suffer in the future. But for now, he was done chasing hope that wasn't there. He wants to survive; as he sits on the plane heading for Libson, he knows he needs to survive.[/b][/color][/indent] [/hider] [/quote] Accepted [quote=@vietmyke] Wildfire's totally sister, here! Still working on finishing it up. [hider=Dossier: Jack Frost] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/2Oaluy5.jpeg [/img] [b][u][color=8FBC8F][h2]Jackie "Frost" Hara[/h2][/color][/u][/b][/center] [b][u][color=white]Street Name[/color][/u][/b] [indent][indent][color=8FBC8F][b]Frost[/b][/color][/indent][/indent] [b][u][color=white]Metatype[/color][/u][/b] [indent][indent][color=8FBC8F][b]Troll (Fomorian) [/b][/color][/indent][/indent] [b][u][color=white]Gender[/color][/u][/b] [indent][indent][color=8FBC8F][b]Female[/b][/color][/indent][/indent] [b][u][color=white]Age[/color][/u][/b] [indent][indent][color=8FBC8F][b]28[/b][/color][/indent][/indent] [b][u][color=white]Appearance[/color][/u][/b] [indent][indent][color=8FBC8F][b]Large and imposing, though not quite as large as baseline trolls, Frost is still hard not to notice. Standing in close to 8 feet in height, and weighing somewhere around the ballpark of 400 lbs, Frost is built like a brick shit house of bone and brawn. Despite her stature, Frost actually has a notably soft step and a surprising amount of deft given her size. Though lacking the dermal deposits present on baseline trolls, her pale skin is still hardened like leather hide, and her light brown hair is usually kept short and out of the way, and a crown of short horns circle the edge of her skull. Frost almost always dresses in what could be described as mil-chic. An appropriate mix of techy/edgey style and military utilitarianism.[/b][/color][/indent][/indent] [b][u][color=white]Awakened[/color][/u][/b] [indent][indent][color=8FBC8F][b] No[/b][/color][/indent][/indent] [b][u][color=white]Archetype[/color][/u][/b] [indent][indent][color=8FBC8F][b]Street Samurai[/b][/color][/indent][/indent] [b][u][color=white]Cybernetic or Bioware[/color][/u][/b] [indent][indent][color=8FBC8F][b][list][*] Wired Reflexes [*] Orthoskin [*] Cyberarm - Right [*] Titanium Bone Lacing [*] Smartlink [*] Datajack [/list][/b][/color][/indent][/indent] [b][u][color=white]Personality[/color][/u][/b] [indent][indent][color=8FBC8F][b]In a word, frosty. Frost is a prickly, cold, foul mannered bitch, and couldn't give a damn about the opinions of strangers. Pessimistic and realistic, Frost is well aware that this is a dog-eat-dog world, and given a choice, Frost eats, every time. Frost is blunt as a boulder and tells things exactly how she sees them, and her bedside manner is lacking. Still, she is not without morals, and has lines even she won't cross. She keeps collateral damage to an acceptable amount and doesn't like to get 'innocents', particularly children involved in runs. Like a blizzard, Frost bounces between calm and fury as the situation dictates. Far from emotionless, Frost keeps her passions close to the chest, and outside of snarky or sarcastic quips during runs, keeps things like her explosive temper in check for when she is in a relatively safe place. She has a notable soft spot for her adoptive sister Nadya, and is [i]extremely[/i] protective of her. When involved with people she is close to, Frost is notably warmer, though still somewhat grumpy and standoffish. [/b][/color][/indent][/indent] [b][u][color=white]Equipment[/color][/u][/b] [indent][color=8FBC8F][b] A bit of a gun nut, and a veritable walking armory, the vast majority of Frost's income is spent on guns, and gun accessories, and she typically has something for any given situation. While physically incapable of carrying [i]all[/i] the guns she owns at once, Frost regularly tailors her kits for the expected threats on a run- typically a primary, one or two secondaries, and occasionally a heavy weapon if the potential situation demands. [hider=Guns guns guns] [list] [*] [color=white]Ares Alpha (Primary) [/color] - A best seller for a reason. Powerful, accurate, reliable, and comes with a grenade launcher and smartgun link. What's not to like? Frost's is additionally fully kitted out with an imaging scope, laser sight, suppressor and sling. [*] [color=white]Ingram Smartgun X (Primary) [/color] - Another classic. SMG fitted out with a gas vent system, smartgun link and suppressor. [*] [color=white]AK-98 (Primary) [/color] - Reliable, durable, replaceable. While one of the less expensive weapons in her arsenal, Frost regardless takes good care of it. Fitted out rather simply with a sling and extended magazines. [*] [color=white]Panther XXL (Heavy) [/color] - The big, mean troll's pet cat. An assault cannon firing tank ammunition, and comes standard with a smartgun system. Frost has additionally kitted her's out with an imaging scope, bipod and sling. [*] [color=white]Terracotta ARMS AM-47 (Heavy) [/color] - A troll sized sniper rifle for troll sized problems. Only slightly less obtrusive than the Panther. Comes standard with an imaging scope, bipod and smartgun link. [*] [color=white]Ares Predator V x2 (Secondary) [/color] - The iconic runner pistol, with a built-in smartgun system- and about as small a weapon as Frost can handle. Frost's pistols are fitted out with laser sights, gas vent systems and concealed quickdraw holsters. [*] [color=white]Remmington Roomsweeper x2 (Secondary) [/color] - Sawn-off Shotgun in a heavy pistol frame. For when a room must be cleared, with little concern about collateral damage. Fitted out with laser sights and smartgun links. [*][color=white]Knucks (Secondary) [/color] - Notable, one of the only nonlethal weapons Frost carries in her arsenal- well, as nonlethal as a giant troll punching you in the head can be. For when a mere fist is not quite enough.[/list][/hider] Alongside her chosen weapons, Frost has a set of equipment she'll typically take with her: [list][*] [color=white]Survival Knife[/color] - a handy knife with a suite of extra functions including multitool, micro-lighter, GPS monitor and ARO maps built into it. The blade is coated with an inert chemical than can be activated to shine light. Frost's knife has a little charm from Nadya hanging off the handle. [*] [color=white]Form-fitting Body Armor[/color] - basically a second skin, Frost never leaves home without it. Modded to be thermal dampening. [*] [color=white]Armored Jacket[/color] - Troll sized heavy jacket. Fitted to be nonconductive and fire resistant. [*] [color=white]Full Body Armor[/color] - When social restraints are not present, or when heavy combat is expected, Frost drops the jacket for a full set of body armor and helmet. Chemically sealed, nonconductive and fire resistant. The helmet has flare compensators and noise dampener. [*] [color=white]Goggles[/color] - For 'light duty' purposes. Comes with magnification and flare compensators. [*] [color=white]Respirator[/color] - For use in conjunction with the goggles in place of a gas mask. [*] [color=white]Commlink[/color] - A gift from her younger sister, a supposedly hack and jamproof Transys Avalon comm link. Frost also owns a set of Micro-Transceivers for them as well. [*] [color=white]Fake SIN[/color] [list] [*]Weapons License [*] Concealed Weapons License[*] Cyberware License[/list] [*] [color=white]Miscellaneous Gear[/color] [list][*]Silver Credstick [*] Standard Credstick [*] Stim Patches x2 [*] Trauma Patch [*] Medkit[/list][/list] [/b][/color][/indent] [b][u][color=white]Background[/color][/u][/b] [indent][color=8FBC8F][b]Born and subsequently orphaned on the streets of Hong Kong, there weren't a whole lot of prospects for a Sinless Troll other than fight, rob and steal. So that's what she did. Jackie's earliest days were spent struggling for survival. Stealing food from stalls, or mugging the people that caught her. Strong for her size, but still a child, it was a miracle Jackie made it to adolescence without becoming a statistic. After attempting to rob the wrong- or maybe the right people, Jackie found herself taken in by a small band of paramilitary operators, the 22nd Flying Tigers, a former UCAS marine unit turned mercenary outfit operating out of a small shipping boat out and around the South China Sea. Being a small unit, they found work for her almost immediately. From cleaning and maintaining gear, to sneaking around and scoping things out with binoculars and a commlink. Soon after began the weapons training, rifle drills and target shooting; which Jackie proved to be rather apt at. Jackie was as big as a grown man by the time she was 15, though she never participated in more than light duty until she turned 18, when she became a full fledged member of the unit. Unfortunately, the story of the Flying Tigers was ultimately cut short. Not with a bang, but with a whimper. A series of missions gone south, dwindling resources, casualties and defection and eventually the Flying Tigers were down to but two, Jackie and the Old Timer that picked her up to begin with. By the time she was 20, the 22nd Flying Tigers were effectively defunct. It was around then Jackie took her first steps into the world of shadowrunning. Despite her youth, Jackie [I]was[/i] still a troll- and a fomorian at that, and therefore more acceptable to the more conscientious eye. With what connections the Old Timer had, Jackie first found work as a hired muscle for rich chaebols out of Korea or independent Chinese businessmen, before graduating to wetwork, gun running and more lucrative bodyguard posts. A few years into this new life and Jackie- now Frost was met with a strange but familiar circumstance. Like herself years before, someone tried to steal their boat. Finding a kindred spirit in the would-be boat jacker, and also finding a need for more hands on deck, Frost and the Old Timer would adopt Nadhezda, who was quickly renamed Nadya. Frost and the Old Timer would take a hiatus from work to spend the next year or two getting her up to speed, not with the skillset of a rifleman, but of a shadowrunners, and soon they were back in business. Now 28, Frost has quite a few years of running with Nadya, and a few more years on top of that under her belt. Experienced and well versed in the life, nearing but not quite a seasoned veteran just yet, Frost has had her ups and downs, successes and scrapes. Hoping to break another, dreadfully familiar streak of not-quite-successes, Frost and Wildfire's next job takes them to Portugal to hopefully turn their luck around. While Frost is wary about working for such a small Corp, money is money, and there are bills to be paid.[/b][/color][/indent] [/hider] [/quote] Unless Fading Memory has anything to say about it. Accepted.