Odysseus

Red Legions

I'm interested. How will this be a prologue? How long do you expect it to last? And how will our characters/stories carry over to the full roleplay? I've read your interest check btw.

Marches of Man: the Black Shields. [ALWAYS OPEN]

Hedwig of March

“I am a vessel of the Monarch's will.”

Standing at just under six feet tall, with a square jaw and intimidating stance, Hedwig was never the target of many affections. She has some muscle and her red hair falls flatly to her shoulders, as Hedwig doesn't bother to do anything to it and only cuts it when it is in the way. She wears the traditional robes of a Sworn Woman of the Monarch Faith, which basically cover her entire body. A wimple is also worn when she is practicing the faith inside a church, but at all other times it is off. The Monarch's Cross perpetually hangs around her neck.

Hedwig is always distant, never seeming too comfortable with those around her. She stands slightly tenser than what is the norm, frowns slightly more, and laughs less.

【Name】

Hedwig of March

【Nickname】

Hedy

【Age】

27

【Sex】

Female

【Sexuality】

Heterosexual, sworn to chastity

【Religion】

Monarchist

【Family】

Hedwig is the bastard daughter of a minor noble in Broacien, Lord Egwin. Her mother died in childbirth. Known for his unfaithfulness to his wife, Egwin has sired no less than three bastards, and only one trueborn son. Egwin recognized all of his bastards, but did not legitimatize them. Hedwig's bastard brother Regis serves as a bodyguard to Egwin. Her bastard sister, Ebba, is a lady in waiting to Egwin's niece. Ebba was Hedwig's only true friend during her childhood. Her brother Heward, Egwin's heir, is known to be a spoiled child who spends more time in the kitchen than anywhere else. Hedwig has barely said a word to her father or brothers in her life.

【Birthplace】

Hedwig was born in the village of March, the town that Egwin lords over and watches from the March Keep.

【Societal standing】

Bastard to a Noble, renounced all possible claims

【Former employment】

Nun

【Rank and role】

Camp Follower, Hedwig provides religious morale to the men, oversees many religious services and prayers, and is competent at first aid after the battle. When first aid fails, Hedwig says the last rites, gives the spirit over to God and proceeds over the funeral. She also gives funeral rites to the slain enemies in combat. As a learned member of the Faith, Hedwig can also read documents and act as a scribe.

【Personality】

Hedwig is, above all, a devout member of the Monarchist faith. She is usually serious and stoic, prone to giving impassioned pleas about the Monarch and trying to convert nonbelievers. While she is a zealot of the Monarchist faith, Hedwig does not look down on non-believers. She instead welcomes the chance to start a friendly theological discussion in the hopes of converting someone, or taking the opportunity to reflect more upon her own religion. She is kind and gentle when she is practicing, but she can be stern and unforgiving if she is angered, especially if the topic is still religion.

Hedwig is humble and often reluctant to speak first to a man (on topics other than religion), out of a belief that she is unworthy of conversation. She is quiet and simple, never feeling the need to show off or impress anyone. She always will look for the best deals and will haggle ruthlessly, often bringing God into the conversation. She feels that she is as competent as a man, but she is afraid to express this belief. She often pictures herself as a man, imagining what it would be like to live as a man instead of a woman. Most of these thoughts are purely academic, and not relating to any deeper identity issue.

Most notably, Hedwig believes that the Monarch speaks through her. She quite literally believes that she can hear the Monarch in her head, speaking to her, giving her commands. She believes that she was destined to do something great in this world, rising from nothing and fulfilling the Monarch's will. She solely believes that she is acting the will of the Monarch, and does not deserve credit for any action she takes. Hedwig also believes that the Monarch has commanded her to fight against the darkness brewing in the land in any way she can, although she does not yet know what the darkness is.

【History】

Hedwig was born to Lord Egwin March and one of his maids, Edwina, who died giving birth to her. Hedwig grew up in the village of March, raised by Edwina's sister alongside her other six children. Despite petitions to Lord Egwin, the Lord of March claimed that he already had two bastard children, Regis and Ebba, and that he couldn't take any more into his castle. Hedwig was, therefore, raised in a small town, her father's castle looming over her. Her brother Regis, and later her brother Heward, never visited her and she only saw them when they visited town, usually on a holiday to pass out alms. Ebba, however, would sneak out of the castle and deliver sweets to Hedwig. The two shared an extremely close bond.

When Hedwig was eight, she received her first perceived vision from the Monarch. It told her to go west until she found her new home among God's servants. Hedwig said goodbye to her aunt and to Ebba and traveled west for two days and two nights until she reached the Holy Cross Nunnery. Hedwig joined the nuns as an apprentice. She told the nuns that the Monarch spoke to her and they warned her that was heretical speech. Hedwig knew that the people were not currently connected to the Monarch's desires and never spoke of her experiences to the nuns again. She was trained as a nun, and over the years wrote many letters to Ebba. She even made friends with one or two of the other nuns there, but hiding the fact that God spoke to her always made her a bit sad and distant.

The Monarch has spoken several times to Hedwig, averaging out to around once a month. Usually it is to guide her on her recent decisions and doubts, and it always mentions that she is merely biding her time, training her mind to be ready to face her true destiny. And so Hedwig waited, patiently, living with the nuns and learning their ways. She always went to bed with dreams of reforming the Faith with whispers that the Monarch gave her, such as slavery was actually forbidden, there were three separate hells for different offenders, sworn women of the faith should be treated like men, and that internal strife of the Kingdom would lead to a struggle against good and evil. Since she always knew that she should be as competent as a man, Hedwig regularly exercised in the nunnery. She also believed that one day she might need to take up arms in defense of her beliefs, so she read books of religious conquest.

On the day the King's companies were slaughtered, the Monarch told her that a great evil had been committed, and that this would spiral into a chain reaction that would threaten to engulf the nation in darkness. When Hedwig heard of the murders, she knew this was what God spoke of. A week later, the Monarch told her that it was finally her time to fight the darkness. Shortly after, a squire appeared asking the Holy Cross Monastery to donate a nun to the Black Shields as a camp follower. Hedwig eagerly volunteered, seeing this as the beginning of her destiny. She decided to stop pretending that she didn't hear the voice of the Monarch since she felt her destiny was finally at hand. After hearing what she had to say, the other nuns were glad to get her away from the monastery.

【Dreams, short term goals, and fears.】

Short Term Goals: Hedwig has no real goals in mind. She believes everything will fall into place.

Long Term Goals (Dreams): Fulfilling the wishes of the Monarch, expelling the darkness from the land

Fears: Failing her God, the silence (absence of the Monarch), being unworthy of the task set before her

【Skills】

Hedwig can read and write. She can also sew wounds and apply other forms of first aid. She is a charismatic speaker and able to put at ease the minds of soldiers with her sermons. She has poured over old books of the military conquest of ancient religious leaders and would make a half decent commander if given the opportunity. Hedwig is also fiercely brave, and has resolved to never back down from her claims that God speaks to her or anyone else who questions her place.

【Martial prowess】

Hedwig has the academic knowledge of a tactician, having read the strategies of ancient religious warlords and prophets.

Marches of Man: the Black Shields. [ALWAYS OPEN]

Ethbert and his fellow gate guard were idling by the northern entrance to Rot Donar. They were cracking jokes, casual, not watching for any real threat. What bandit or tribesman would attack a camp of soldiers? "Monarch, send us someone pleasant to look at," Ethbert prayed in an exaggerated manner, a lopsided grin on his face. "Send a lass, trained in the arts of pleasure. Refined. Fit to fuck a king. Is that too much to ask?" Ethbert watched in pleasure as his companion laughed at his jokes. The pair held their breath for a good moment. "I suppose the Monarch is taking his time," Ethbert shrugged. "A shame that -- what the...?" Ethbert cut himself off as a figure emerged from the wooded path.

She was wearing the garb of a traditional nun of the Monarchist faith, covering her from head to toe. Over her shoulder slung a large sack of various goods, books and equipment. One of the first things Ethbert saw was the glimmer of her silver cross necklace in the rain. He also noticed the ax in her hand.

And the blood covering her body.

"Fuck me, woman! What the hell happened?" Ethbert cried as he ran over to the bloody figure. He drew his sword and held it at arm's length - she appeared to be some kind of wild lunatic. "Explain yourself."

The woman had a faraway look in her eyes, her pale face speckled with drops of blood, slowly being washed away by the rain. "I came here from Holy Cross. The Nunnery." Ethbert noticed that the woman appeared to be unharmed - her robes were torn, but the only blood visible was being pushed aside by the rainfall. This woman had been in a fight, and obviously came out on top.

"Well... welcome to Rot Donar, sister," Ethbert stammered, a mixture of wariness and confusion adorning his features. "What happened to you?" He repeated. The woman looked down at herself and seemed surprised, as if she hadn't noticed her condition until it was pointed out to her.

"I was attacked," the woman eventually resolved. "Mountain lion. It came from the hills and pounced on me. I just swung at it... but I wasn't strong enough to kill it outright. I had to... keep hacking..." Ethbert looked back to his companion. Can you believe this? He wanted to say. The other guard just shrugged, as bewildered in this situation as Ethbert. By the end, I was just trying to put it out of its misery.

"Fuck," was all Ethbert could offer the woman. "I'm sorry, girl. Maybe we can get you an escort back to the Holy Cross, or they can send - the woman grabbed Ethbert's arm in alarm. Ethbert was so startled, he almost lopped off her head then and there with his sword. The woman was faster than any man Ethbert had bet on the battlefield.

"No. I've come to join the Black Shields as a... camp follower," the woman stressed the last words as if she were ashamed of them. My name is Hedwig. Hedwig of March. The Monarch sent me here, and no Earthly man or beast can stop my progression into this camp."

"Apparently," Ethbert whistled. "Go on in, I suppose."

---

Hedwig's first day at camp was mundane compared to the trip there. She went straight to an unoccupied tent and immediately established it as a interim place of worship for anyone who wished it, before even registering with the camp captain. Hedwig changed out of her bloody robes, hoping that she would be able to sew them up and use them again. She needed to be able to identify as a Monarchist Nun in the camp, or else she would be mistaken for a servant or even worse... a whore. Hedwig would feel terrible if a man mistook her for a lady of pleasure and touched her without her consent, thereby dooming himself to the outer layer of hell. Because of this, Hedwig let her cross hang over her dull woolen dress, and drew a large cross on her white cloak with a piece of charcoal. It would have to do, Hedwig decided.

Outside the tent, after Hedwig had gathered several large sticks and constructed a cross to mark the location of her church-tent, Hedwig set off to Hoffmann's tent to register herself. Her cloak was drawn over her shoulders, concealing the ax that hung from her waist. The Monarch had told her to bring protection, and it had already saved her life once. Hedwig was not prepared to ever part with her weapon.

Hedwig waited patiently in the registration line, watching the men train. The nun could not deny that she felt envy watching them, so capable of defending what they believe in without needing to explain themselves. A forceful "Next!" brought Hedwig back to reality, and she smiled as she stepped in front of the supposed captain of the camp.

"Abbess Marthinhilda of the Holy Cross sends her regards, sir," Hedwig said as she signed her name on the line provided. "She gladly sends me as a representative of the Monarch's will, and the abilities of the Holy Cross's finest nuns. You will not be disappointed, I promise you."

Marches of Man: the Black Shields. [ALWAYS OPEN]

Thanks, I'll be able to post tomorrow.

Marches of Man: the Black Shields. [ALWAYS OPEN]

Hi, I'm really interested in the lore you created. Wanted to make a character inspired by Joan of Arc (and maybe Brienne of Tarth?), so here it is.

Hedwig of March

“I am a vessel of the Monarch's will.”

Standing at just under six feet tall, with a square jaw and intimidating stance, Hedwig was never the target of many affections. She has some muscle and her red hair falls flatly to her shoulders, as Hedwig doesn't bother to do anything to it and only cuts it when it is in the way. She wears the traditional robes of a Sworn Woman of the Monarch Faith, which basically cover her entire body. A wimple is also worn when she is practicing the faith inside a church, but at all other times it is off. The Monarch's Cross perpetually hangs around her neck.

Hedwig is always distant, never seeming too comfortable with those around her. She stands slightly tenser than what is the norm, frowns slightly more, and laughs less.

【Name】

Hedwig of March

【Nickname】

Hedy

【Age】

27

【Sex】

Female

【Sexuality】

Heterosexual, sworn to chastity

【Religion】

Monarchist

【Family】

Hedwig is the bastard daughter of a minor noble in Broacien, Lord Egwin. Her mother died in childbirth. Known for his unfaithfulness to his wife, Egwin has sired no less than three bastards, and only one trueborn son. Egwin recognized all of his bastards, but did not legitimatize them. Hedwig's bastard brother Regis serves as a bodyguard to Egwin. Her bastard sister, Ebba, is a lady in waiting to Egwin's niece. Ebba was Hedwig's only true friend during her childhood. Her brother Heward, Egwin's heir, is known to be a spoiled child who spends more time in the kitchen than anywhere else. Hedwig has barely said a word to her father or brothers in her life.

【Birthplace】

Hedwig was born in the village of March, the town that Egwin lords over and watches from the March Keep.

【Societal standing】

Bastard to a Noble, renounced all possible claims

【Former employment】

Nun

【Rank and role】

Camp Follower, Hedwig provides religious morale to the men, oversees many religious services and prayers, and is competent at first aid after the battle. When first aid fails, Hedwig says the last rites, gives the spirit over to God and proceeds over the funeral. She also gives funeral rites to the slain enemies in combat. As a learned member of the Faith, Hedwig can also read documents and act as a scribe.

【Personality】

Hedwig is, above all, a devout member of the Monarchist faith. She is usually serious and stoic, prone to giving impassioned pleas about the Monarch and trying to convert nonbelievers. While she is a zealot of the Monarchist faith, Hedwig does not look down on non-believers. She instead welcomes the chance to start a friendly theological discussion in the hopes of converting someone, or taking the opportunity to reflect more upon her own religion. She is kind and gentle when she is practicing, but she can be stern and unforgiving if she is angered, especially if the topic is still religion.

Hedwig is humble and often reluctant to speak first to a man (on topics other than religion), out of a belief that she is unworthy of conversation. She is quiet and simple, never feeling the need to show off or impress anyone. She always will look for the best deals and will haggle ruthlessly, often bringing God into the conversation. She feels that she is as competent as a man, but she is afraid to express this belief. She often pictures herself as a man, imagining what it would be like to live as a man instead of a woman. Most of these thoughts are purely academic, and not relating to any deeper identity issue.

Most notably, Hedwig believes that the Monarch speaks through her. She quite literally believes that she can hear the Monarch in her head, speaking to her, giving her commands. She believes that she was destined to do something great in this world, rising from nothing and fulfilling the Monarch's will. She solely believes that she is acting the will of the Monarch, and does not deserve credit for any action she takes. Hedwig also believes that the Monarch has commanded her to fight against the darkness brewing in the land in any way she can, although she does not yet know what the darkness is.

【History】

Hedwig was born to Lord Egwin March and one of his maids, Edwina, who died giving birth to her. Hedwig grew up in the village of March, raised by Edwina's sister alongside her other six children. Despite petitions to Lord Egwin, the Lord of March claimed that he already had two bastard children, Regis and Ebba, and that he couldn't take any more into his castle. Hedwig was, therefore, raised in a small town, her father's castle looming over her. Her brother Regis, and later her brother Heward, never visited her and she only saw them when they visited town, usually on a holiday to pass out alms. Ebba, however, would sneak out of the castle and deliver sweets to Hedwig. The two shared an extremely close bond.

When Hedwig was eight, she received her first perceived vision from the Monarch. It told her to go west until she found her new home among God's servants. Hedwig said goodbye to her aunt and to Ebba and traveled west for two days and two nights until she reached the Holy Cross Nunnery. Hedwig joined the nuns as an apprentice. She told the nuns that the Monarch spoke to her and they warned her that was heretical speech. Hedwig knew that the people were not currently connected to the Monarch's desires and never spoke of her experiences to the nuns again. She was trained as a nun, and over the years wrote many letters to Ebba. She even made friends with one or two of the other nuns there, but hiding the fact that God spoke to her always made her a bit sad and distant.

The Monarch has spoken several times to Hedwig, averaging out to around once a month. Usually it is to guide her on her recent decisions and doubts, and it always mentions that she is merely biding her time, training her mind to be ready to face her true destiny. And so Hedwig waited, patiently, living with the nuns and learning their ways. She always went to bed with dreams of reforming the Faith with whispers that the Monarch gave her, such as slavery was actually forbidden, there were three separate hells for different offenders, sworn women of the faith should be treated like men, and that internal strife of the Kingdom would lead to a struggle against good and evil. Since she always knew that she should be as competent as a man, Hedwig regularly exercised in the nunnery. She also believed that one day she might need to take up arms in defense of her beliefs, so she read books of religious conquest.

On the day the King's companies were slaughtered, the Monarch told her that a great evil had been committed, and that this would spiral into a chain reaction that would threaten to engulf the nation in darkness. When Hedwig heard of the murders, she knew this was what God spoke of. A week later, the Monarch told her that it was finally her time to fight the darkness. Shortly after, a squire appeared asking the Holy Cross Monastery to donate a nun to the Black Shields as a camp follower. Hedwig eagerly volunteered, seeing this as the beginning of her destiny. She decided to stop pretending that she didn't hear the voice of the Monarch since she felt her destiny was finally at hand. After hearing what she had to say, the other nuns were glad to get her away from the monastery.

【Dreams, short term goals, and fears.】

Short Term Goals: Hedwig has no real goals in mind. She believes everything will fall into place.

Long Term Goals (Dreams): Fulfilling the wishes of the Monarch, expelling the darkness from the land

Fears: Failing her God, the silence (absence of the Monarch), being unworthy of the task set before her

【Skills】

Hedwig can read and write. She can also sew wounds and apply other forms of first aid. She is a charismatic speaker and able to put at ease the minds of soldiers with her sermons. She has poured over old books of the military conquest of ancient religious leaders and would make a half decent commander if given the opportunity. Hedwig is also fiercely brave, and has resolved to never back down from her claims that God speaks to her or anyone else who questions her place.

【Martial prowess】

Hedwig has the academic knowledge of a tactician, having read the strategies of ancient religious warlords and prophets.

Shadowrun: Chicago Blues

Posted a profile. I've played the games and I wanted to create something unique, but let me know if I've overstepped the creative limits.

Shadowrun: Chicago Blues

Unofficial email of Juan Santana, one of several chairpersons of Aztechnology, to a fellow employee. Translated by Shadowrunner HacKing. Bolded important areas for review of the hiring of new Shadowrunner 'Dulcinea'.

Email Record

Hey Lopez, you know this lady? It's taboo to talk about her in the office, but I need to talk to someone about her. I just found out about her, and I was so interested I tracked her down. We talked, briefly, before she vaguely threatened my life and disconnected. Can't believe the Boss keeps this a secret from us! And I can't believe I never knew about it!

Her Name is Manuela Garcia de la Rosa.

I'd say she's in her late 30's. Can never tell with an elf, though.

Here's a pic I snapped from our convo


Doesn't really do her justice though. The chick has a wild air about her. Almost an aura. Like she's uncomfortable with people and would fit in better in a forest. Or a zoo. She's short, for an Elf, and kind of stocky too. Unsurprisingly, it doesn't look like she has -any- modifications at all. Looks like nobody has altered her since the day she was born. No makeup, either, and her hair usually looks like it hasn't been combed (ever). She never wears anything special. Lots of green, brown and beige. She thinks that fits her "persona", I'm guessing.

Another thing about her... I don't know how to describe it... she's, calming, I guess. There's this look in her eyes... like she understands you... can connect with you on every level. It's soothing, but unsettling if you actually think about it. My skin itches when she looks at me, to be honest.

She uses magic like it's nothing, of course. Specifically (get this), she uses her magic to control animals. She calls herself a "Faunamancer". It's a made up word, I checked.

Her life, apparently, has been pretty interesting. She was born into old money, you could have guessed. She was trained by her family to be a powerful magician, but she never identified with them. In fact, she ran away from her mega mansion over ten times! The parents had to eventually hire a guard specifically to follow Manuela around and keep her in line. She eventually convinced her mother to buy an animal reserve. Apparently that was the price for her to not run away. It was there that Manuela bonded with animals so deeply. She'd seem to know their needs and desires, and they seemed to do whatever she asked them to do. In fact, they seemed to gain intelligence when Manuela was around - they could accomplish complicated tasks for her. This apparently worked even better on awakened animals and other beasts that connected with magic, like her.

Manuela agreed to be educated and trained by her parents all the way until after college, where she majored in Parabiology, the study of paranormal and magic beings. She was never interested in anything but magical animals to interact with. Her family tried to force her into the business, but she rejected them every time. Things eventually grew more and more tense between them until Manuela's father had the bright idea of forcefully sending her to a military camp for discipline and training, hoping to beat the rebellious, 'hippie' side out of her. Well, apparently the military had a guard dog on camp. An awakened dog, the size of a horse with freaking tusks. Two nights into the camp, the dog went berserk and attacked the guards on duty. One of the men lost a leg, and the other lost three fingers. Manuela escaped that night, and returned to her animal reserve. Her father confronted her, and he ended up in the hospital. Nobody knows what happened, but he's still on life support. He may never recover.

Now normally you'd be locked up and the key would be thrown away right then and there, but when your mother is Flavia de la Rosa, CEO of Aztechnology, what are you gonna do? Flavia loved her kids, and she was always had a giant soft spot for Manuela. Some sort of "truce" was brokered, where Manuela was allowed to keep her animal reserve as long as she didn't "act out" again. In order to avoid causing a scene, Manuela left her home and explored the world as a paranaturalist, studying awakened and magical creatures. On her mother's dime, Manuela had more and more exotic and magical animals imported from around the world. Her "animal reserve" had become more of a freak show for fantastical creatures. Manuela stubbornly continued to import creatures, but she never really took care of how many she could manage. One animal in particular, her Basilisk, was apparently very strong willed. It would break out of the reserve every once and a while and harass the nearby town. One day, it petrified three schoolchildren and ate two more. Enraged, a group of townspeople went to the reserve and demanded the Basilisk be killed. Instead, the Basilisk, and other creatures, thought they were attacking Manuela, and killed them all. In response, a mob was formed and marched on Manuela's reserve. They set fire to the grounds, killing many animals and setting even more loose in the countryside. Manuela was forced to flee to her mother for help, but the Basilisk's attacks combined with the escaped creatures ravaging the surrounding areas created a public relations nightmare for Aztech. It cost millions to repair everything that Manuela had caused, and even Flavia had had enough of it. She told Manuela to leave and never come back. Even today, it's virtually unknown that Mrs. de la Rosa has a daughter, and the animal reserve has been erased from every record; all victims of the Basilisk attacks were paid for their silence. Manuela was essentially erased from existence.

That was around a decade ago, and the happier, hippie side of Manuela died with her mother's protection. Manuela fled to America and became an Eco-Terrorist, fighting to release mystical animals from captivity. When she freed them, she'd usually take them on and train them to be her 'pets', also trained to attack her enemies. She operated alone for most of this time, and only in the past year or two has she taken to working with others. She took out a contract to be a Shadowrunner a few months ago. That was when I talked to her, and I haven't heard from her since.

She's an impressive woman, but I'm not sure about her mental state. Her dedication to animals' rights is admirable, but she seems to value them over humanity. I'd have to guess there is something going on there, under the surface, that provides such a meaningful relationship... she mentioned something about the Astral Plane when I asked, but didn't elaborate. She is naturally rebellious, and she won't hesitate to try and destabilize a power structure she deigns corrupt or abusive. Like I mentioned, she has some sort of empathetic aura about her that extends even to us humans. Hell, maybe I'm wrong about everything I said. Maybe Manuela understands humanity better than any of us, and that's why she prefers animals. Some days, I feel the same. Wow, imagine understanding human kind so well you stop relating to them? Is that what Manuela experienced? Depressing to think about.

Anyway, Lopez, I've probably taken up way too much of your time. I just needed to vent about this girl. I love a good mystery, especially if it has hints of conspiracy. Remember to delete this message after you read it.

-- Juan

Additional Notes on "Dulcinea":

Analysis of Manuela's abilities: A Shadowrunner's Perspective

Manuela can direct, at most, three animals at a time in addition to her ferret, whom she has a special bond with. She has focused her magical abilities so entirely on connecting to animals, she has little aptitude elsewhere. She has little use for larger animals as they draw more attention, so her personal cadre of critters are not particularly deadly. As a result, Manuela is best utilized as a supporting agent for other Runners, causing chaos and confusion via her controlled animals. She can also use her animals to infiltrate certain locations and gather information and small objects.

List of Known Creatures under her Control

A Mimic Snake known as Miss Direction, or Missie. Resembles a mundane boa constrictor. Known for being able to mimic virtually any sound. It can also strangle and eat prey.

A Mist Lynx known as Felix. Resembles a mundane lynx. Known as being able to take on a "mist form" where the lynx is essentially a sentient cloud of mist.

A Bandit known simply as Bandit. Resembles a mundane raccoon. Known for being exceedingly clever and able to steal virtually any small and valuable object. It has opposable thumbs and can work simple tools and locks.

A Blackberry Cat known as Morrigan. Resembles a mundane house cat. Known for being able to telepathically control others.

A Century Ferret known as Humberto, or Bert. Resembles a mundane ferret. Known for being sensitive to the astral plane.

A Stormcrow known as Ulfric. Resembles a mundane crow. Known for being able to cause a short but violent, and particularly loud, thunderstorm.

A Phoenix known as Fawkes. Resembles a large bird with bright red and orange coloring. Known for being able to coat itself in a thin fire.

A Nova Scorpion known as La Muerte. Resembles a three foot long mundane scorpion. Very rarely used by Manuela, as she often tries to avoid lethal force except for targeted assassinations. Known for possessing extremely deadly poison.

Note: all creatures taken from the Shadowrun wiki and are established to exist in this world; not inventions of my own.

Note 2.0: As I was browsing the wiki I saw the CEO of Aztechnology's name was Flavia de la Rosa, this was after I named my character. I decided to roll with the coincidence.