Eli's reputation is that of a chill surfer dude. Laid back and goes with the flow kind of person. Carefree and a generally happy and upbeat person who rarely gets angry. Always ready to head to the bench and surf or just have a fine time overall. Alcohol may or not be involved.
► current dilemma
Eli's main struggle is that he has no idea what to do after high school. No clue, and there is nothing that grabs him. This is more of a problem since his father wants an answer since he does not want Eli to be a slacker or just be a beach bum all his life. So Eli needs to figure out his next move, preferably before he graduates from high school.
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► social media handles
EliSun on everything
► style
As is expected of a chill surfer, Eli wears what you would expect a surfer to wear. T-shirts, shorts, and shoes that are easy to get in and out of. Very casual and tends to be cool colors, but when it does matter. Eli does wear what is unexpected of him. Like jeans, collar or polo shirts, and sometimes a jacket.
► ride & everyday items
Eli has a Kia Sportage Hybrid and generally carries the usual stuff a person should have. That and a shoulder sling bag that has his school stuff, a water-resistant watch, and either his electric guitar or normal guitar with its case.
► occupation
Eli works part time at a seafood restaurant
► extracurricular activities
Eli is not surprisingly is apart of the Surfing club but is also apart of the Music club. Since it is not a well known fact that he has and plays both a electric and normal guitar. Besides that Eli likes to spend time at the bench or just hanging out with friends.
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Friends would describe me as _______.
What would my friends would describe me? Well, probably super chill and easy to be around. That and being a good surfer who seems to be at home with the water.
In my free time I like to _______.
Surf, play my electric guitar and hang out with friends
I would like to learn _______ in the next year.
I would like to learn something that can help me figure out my future
This is how I define success and failure:
Doing well and living a good life. If you can not do that, then you probably failed along the line
I'm inspired by _______.
I would have to say my grandfather. The old man may been far in his ways, but he never made it a problem and knew how to live after leaving Colombia and starting fresh in the States.
It was a fourth of July at a bench. Despite not being allowed to, we ended up launching fireworks anyway and had a small party. Eating by a makeshift fire and just having a good time with the family and friends. It was before my dad got his big break, and I would not trade it for the world.
If I could tell my younger self something, I would say:
Do not worry, I know things seem bad now but things are going to be okay and get better. Just trust Dad, okay?
The things that make me smile are _______.
A good wave, good music, chill by a bonfire and fireworks
My whole life story in one sentence:
Just riding the waves until I figure out where to go next
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► extra information
Eli's family owns a brewery that makes a custom beer called Scedi, which has become popular thanks to a lucky break by Eli's father. Along with owning a popular bar in Los Angeles.
Intan flipped his coin one more time before catching it mid-air despite the mini scare of the text that CAPTCHA sent him. He was not expecting it and would have preferred she just say something. The Matrix is not his area of expertise, and he is more knowledgeable about magic and medicine. Still, it's nice to know that they have someone who is skilled with the Matrix. Since Intan has noticed that they do not have a Decker, they have everything else but that. Hopefully, having a Technomancer is enough.
Still, now that everyone has introduced themselves, it is only fair that he does as well. So he turned down the TV and spoke in a friendly tone. "I am Bomoh, and I am a Shaman. I will be the one healing you guys with magic or with first aid. Though I am not so good with cyberware... healing the flesh is my strength, not the metal parts." Sounding a bit sorry in the last sentence.
A shortcoming he knows too well, but he was trained to be a doctor and not one that dealt with cyberware. Intan does know someone that could be a help in that department but she is doing her own thing at the moment. But the team seems solid enough to the eye and no one has done anything that is a red flag to him.
"I think that we are landing soon?" Intan sounded unsure as they had been in the air for hours already and they should be close right? That was his thought really. So Intan turned his head to their Mr. Johnson and asked, "Are we landing soon?"
Mr. Johnson, barely looking at Intan or the group from his tablet, simply replied, "Yes" in a monotone voice, and his eyes went back to the tablet.
"Okay, soon, so that is good, and well, if anyone wants to watch something on the TV, just say something, otherwise, I am going to leave it here." He put the remote down on the armrest next to him and went to lay back in his chair. The flight had been comfortable so far and it is rare he travels by private jet let alone for a job. But, the client is really not sparing expenses, it seems, and now he just wonders what may happen if they fail. Though he soon dismissed the thought, not time to be thinking of failure. Especially, when they have not even landed yet.
However, just to be sure of one thing before they landed, Intan asked the group this. "So has anyone here been to Lisbon before? Just curious if anyone has any experience with the city that could help us in finding the girl. I have never been there so I can not help much in that regard."
Isaac thought for a moment about it and texted back to Jeffery. No, do not close down the restaurant. It may be nothing, and I am overthinking things. Again, I will be there soon.
Isaac sighed as he sent out the text and continued to watch the TV. Still nothing about what happened, but he should not let that mess with the restaurant. It may be nothing, but those were gunshots. Isaac somewhat dismisses it as it can not be anything that bad that he has to close the restaurant. Plus, it is not related to people getting sick anyhow. So, everything is back on schedule again.
He had to admit he is a bit protective of the Twin Seasons since it is his pride and joy, and without it. Well, he was not sure he would what to do.
Either way, Isaac went back to getting ready for work but kept the TV on the news just in case something about what happened airs. Which he made sure he could hear the TV as he was getting ready and waiting to see what Jeffery would text back to him.
Ross is still considered the new kid after being transferred to BHHS two years ago from his hometown in West Virginia. Coming from an average life and now living with the rich, most know him thanks to his rich grandparents. Still, adjusting the lifestyles of the area while he has made friends. Friends you can count on one hand. Ross still feels like an outsider at BHHS while getting some advice from his grandparents and joining some clubs. He still can not shake the feeling that he belongs elsewhere.
► current dilemma
While Ross has largely overcome his parent's deaths. A part of him is still saddened over it. He still misses them and wished they did not have to go out that fateful night. Still, since moving and living with his grandparents. Ross has wondered what they have in store for him because with his parents gone. He has gotten hints that his grandparents have plans for him, and he is worried about what those plans are. Since Ross has his own plans for the future and having to rely on his grandparents is not an option for him. So he is concerned for his future. Other than that, just surviving the last year at BHHS unscathed and earning a scholarship to the college that he wants to go to.
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► social media handles
Ross mainly uses social media to keep in touch with people and not much else. Facebook: RoBlack Discord: SpaceEngie Twitch: SWood Steam: SpaceEngie
► style
Ross does not wear designer clothes despite having the option to do so. It just makes him feel weird, and his normal go-to attire is the clothes he wore before coming to BHHS. A mix of hoodies, t-shirts, sometimes with jackets and jeans. Mainly casual clothing, and despite the push by his grandparents to wear more expensive clothing. He has been reluctant to do so far.
► ride & everyday items
Ross drives a used green Ford Focus, and unlike most people, he wears a high tech digital watch that he got from his father. That and most things people would have on them.
► occupation
He works part time at one of his grandparents' store.
► extracurricular activities
Ross is a part of some clubs, mainly the science, video game, and astronomy clubs. Otherwise, he is relaxing at home or with his few friends.
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Friends would describe me as _______.
My friends would describe me as a friendly and down-to-earth person, I think. At least different than most of the people here.
In my free time I like to _______.
In my free time, I like to just relax at home or hang out with my friends. Both the irl and the online ones. Along with planning/preparing my future and getting my dream job.
I would like to learn _______ in the next year.
I would like what my grandparents are planning for me. It may be good or may be bad, but I still want to know and not have it mess with my own plans for my future.
This is how I define success and failure:
How I define success and failure is if someone manages to finish something they started or do want they to accomplish. Failure true failure is when you give up on that thing.
Somewhere in the air Onbound to Lisbon, Portugal Private Flight April, 15th 2075
It would be half past one in the afternoon, and with clear blue skies around the private jet that their client had loaned them for their flight to Lisbon. Their client even taking measures to ensure that all could fit comfortably inside the aircraft. Since the last thing the client needs is an annoyed shadowrunner.
On the outside of the plane, it looked generic, but on the inside, it was certainly easy to be comfortable, as if the client cared about their well-being while using one of his private aircraft. There were plenty of seats, a table, and even a tv to help pass the time until the plane reached its destination. Along with some refreshments.
They are in the final stretch to Lisbon after several hours in the air, and their Mr. Johnson looks like an average one with a black suit and shaded glasses. He is a human with a bald head and a clean-shaven face. He was busy looking at a tablet and was sitting near the cockpit. Barely making a sound as he focused on whatever he was looking at while occasionally touching it and typing in stuff on the tablet.
Now, what our team of Shadowrunners are doing to pass the time is up to them. Meanwhile, the team's resident shaman and healer, a oni wearing a black coat with black clothes and pants who goes by Bomoh. He was busy watching the tv after taking a long nap. Specifically, the channel he had flipped to was currently on a new channel and right now. It kept his attention despite him looking somewhat bored and was flipping a good-sized coin with his right hand. As if waiting for something or someone to grab his attention.
Standing 1.8 meters tall, Nadya has a lithe build, with subtle cords of muscle hidden beneath a graceful form. Fair skinned, she is ambiguous in terms of ethnicity, and it is hard to place where she exactly she is from. She has soft brown eyes set in almond-shaped frames that dance with curiosity. Her brown hair is wavy, cut with her own claws, and never reaches past her shoulders.
Gifted with a catlike elegance, Nadya moves with the steady ease of a predatory creature. Swathed in silence and shadows, she possesses an exceptional ability to move unseen and unheard.
Of two minds when it comes to fashion, Nadya alternates between corporate chic and punk styles dating from the Fifth World. Her day-to-day outfits are a rotating selection of second hand armored business suits, dress shirts, leather dress shoes, and expensive ties. For more relaxed settings, she does her best to capture an older spirit of punk through the heavy use of black jeans, torn band t-shirts, leather jackets, combat boots, and far too much black eyeliner.
Awakened
Yes
Archetype
Physical Adept
Berserk Berserker's Rage Combat Sense Counterstrike Critical Strike (Unarmed) Killing Hands Light Body Pain Resistance Rapid Healing Wall Running
Nadya is a student of the Yielding Way, more commonly known by runners as Jujitsu. This martial art is particularly useful for Nadya when she is faced with armored and armed opponents. Using the force of her foes against them, she is able to defeat such advantaged enemies even without any weapons. Her techniques center on subduing, throwing, and disarming her opponents.
- Called Shot (Disarm) - Chin Na (Catching and Locking Joints) - Clinch - Sacrificial Throw - Sweep - Throw Person
Bioware/Cyberware
Claws (Retractable) - Courtesy of her corporate creators, Nadya sports ten fingeres worth of razor sharp claws, much like those of a cat, that can be retracted or extended at her whim.
Synaptic Booster (R3) - As an experimental product, a prototype in almost every way, Nadya's entire nervous system has been heavily modified by Evo Corporation scientists. To permit lightning fast reaction times, the nerve cells of her spinal cord have been broadened and replicated with proprietary bioware, facilitating a neural bandwidth several times higher than that found in the unaugmented.
Personality
A tranquil sea in an ocean of violence, Nadya is one of the friendliest Shadowrunners that you will meet. She is a cheerful figure who will offer a smile and a polite nod, even as she prepares to cut you into smaller ribbons with her sharpened claws. Full of hope, Nadya bristles with a wild curiosity, a reckless desire to see and do more that drives her straight into the arms of fresh trouble.
Raised to serve as the personal servitor and bodyguard to high-ranking corporate executives, Nadya commands the full range of social talents required to hold such a position. She is a capable conversationalist, demonstrating a wide range of knowledge across cultural, historical, and political domains. A corporate education has subtly modeled her, permitting her to move easily through corporate and high society. She is warm, empathetic, and outwardly exhibits few of the characteristics of a vat born ninja.
Steeped in Zen Buddhist philosophy doled out by her corporate overlords, Nadya maintains a matter-of-fact approach to violence. She shows little remorse for her opponents and happily dispatching anyone that stands in the way of her objectives. However, there is a quiet honesty to her, a sense of unflinching moral strength and loyalty. She is who she is and makes no effort to pretend otherwise.
Having built a new life, Nadya cares deeply for Frost and aggressively maintains that the troll is her older sister. Arguments suggesting otherwise, no matter how well-intentioned, are liable to be very poorly received. Beyond the strength of her personal ties, Nadya is deathly afraid of being captured and returned to Evo Corporation. As a result, she will react violently and with complete abandon to any attempts to restrain or imprison her.
Qualities
Ambidextrous - Left hand, right hand, it doesn't matter all that much to Nadya, she's learned to use each of her two hands as well as the other, particularly when it comes to combat.
Biocompatibility - Designed from the ground up to be a bioware test bed, Nadya's doesn't just accept bioware implants, but slots them in seamlessly as if they were always a part of her body, lessening the impact such scientific meddling has on her to the point that it is no longer noticeable outside of exploratory surgery.
Catlike - Nadya sleeps like a cat, moves like a cat, falls like a cat, and scratches like a cat. She's stealthy. She's scarily silent. And even unarmed she has claws that HURT.
Prototype Transhuman - A walking, talking fairy tale, Nadya is a whispered story come to life. An genetically crafted, experimental post-human prototype cooked up in the deepest, darkest depths of an Evo Corporation's laboratory. Built better than a baseline human, her body has been tastefully enhanced with discreet, bleeding edge bioware that would make a back alley street doc sing with glee. The downside to such improvements is that Evo Corporation is keen, very keen to reacquire their lost arcane wonder.
Way of the Warrior - Way of the Warrior - Nadya has run, she's fought, and she's fucking bled. She's spent her life turning her body into a lethal weapon. She's got that shit. That shit that keeps her going, long after she's got no reason to."
Big Regret - Deep within her psyche, Nadya has buried a series of corporate missions. Successful in every way, they trouble her, not due to the final outcome, but rather because of what she did.
Driven - Nadya wants answers. She wants to know when she was born. She wants to know where she was born. She wants to know where her genes came from. And she wants to know what happened to her friends. This obsession drives Nadya, sometimes propelling her headfirst into danger.
Addiction - Nadya is mildly addicted to stimulants. Lacking easy access to corporate combat drugs, she relies on a carefully paced dosing and use of Cram, Jazz, Kamikaze, Novacoke, and Psyche. She is particularly fond of recreational usage of Bliss, designer Novacoke, and pharmaceutical grade Psyche.
Wanted - Having spent no small amount of money to design, develop, and train Nadya, Evo Corporation is very interested in "recovering" their lost prototype transhuman.
Equipment
Steyr TMP - Aiming to suppress enemies long enough to get up close and personal, Nadya favors a Steyr TMP loaded with 30 rounds of FMJ. To allow some volume of fire, she keeps three spare magazines tucked on her person. She stores the machine pistol in a concealable holster worn in the small of her back, helping to ensure it remains hidden from prying eyes. Given her distinct lack of a datajack or smart link capable cyberware, Nadya utilizes the built-in top-mounted laser sight to help her hit her targets. For discreet missions she has purchased a removable silencer.
Defiance EX Shocker - Acknowledging that sometimes dealing out death isn't the right choice or alternative, Nadya carries a Defiance EX Shocker, a wireless taser capable of putting down even an adult troll.
Pepper Punch Grenades x 2 - To resolve desperate situations or to buy some needed space, Nadya finds pepper punch grenades to be just the thing.
Armor Jacket - Nadya's most prized possession is a reproduction United States Air Force A-2 flight jacket. Created from ballistic fiber weave, Nadya has had the jacket modified to suit her personal tastes, affording greater protection from electrical, fire, and chemicals. Emblazoned on the back of the flight jacket is the text Flying Tigers, a squadron insignia showing a cartoon Bengal Tiger with blue wings leaping in between two blue rays, and below that the text American Volunteer Group. When asked, Nadya says that the jacket was a gift from her older sister, Frost. [Concealed Pockets] x 2 - Large enough to store a holdout pistols, commlink, or other similarly sized objects. - [6 Non-conductivity] - [4 Fire Resistance] - [2 Chemical Protection]
Auctioneer Business Clothes - Nadya owns several pairs of used armored suits that she has had tailored to fit her. She makes good use of the concealable holster discreetly sewn into the jackets. - - [4 Non-conductivity] - [2 Fire Resistance] - [2 Chemical Protection]
Gas Mask - Tucked on her person, Nadya keeps a compact but effective gas mask. It's hard to avoid eating her own Pepper Punch grenades otherwise.
Transys Avalon - Keen to avoid being hacked or jammed, for proper comms, Nadya owns a competitively priced Transys Avalon commlink.
Meta Link - Nadya has two cheap Meta Link commlinks intended only to be used as burner phones.
Micro-Transceiver - For missions, Nadya has a set of ear buds and an adhesive subvocal microphone to allow hands-free communication. Critically, the Micro-Transceiver permits voice communication via good old radio waves for when broadcasting live on the Matrix is not an advisable option.
Trodes - Uninterested in a datajack, Nadya keeps a pair of wound up trodes, for those rare times where she needs to connect to the matrix or pop up her own DNI.
Bliss x 2 - Racked by nightmares, guilt, and a host of unresolved issues, Nadya keeps a stash of Bliss to help her hit new levels of calm. It's hard to feel bad when you are floating on clouds and feeling only the warm fuzzies. The pain resistance afforded by Bliss is merely a happy side effect as far as Nadya is concerned.
Cram x 2 - Sometimes even a souped up super soldier needs an additional edge on a run and Nadya makes no bones about adding amphetamines to her arsenal.
Jazz x 2 - One of her oldest friends, Nadya turns to Jazz when she needs to turn up the noise up a notch from the usually delightful Cram fueled rush.
Kamikaze x 1 - Nadya's last resort on a run is a quick shot of Kamikaze that she keeps on her person. Dangerous in any dosage, the tailored combat drug is the closet replacement Nadya has managed to acquire to the proprietary drugs that Evo Corporation supplied her with.
Novacoke x 2 - Cast into high society, albeit as a servant, Nadya nonetheless has warm feelings concerning social drugs like Novacoke. A stimulant to keep her awake, keep her moving, and to help the good times flow seems like a wonderful thing to her.
Psyche x 1 - Purely for pleasure and to solve occasional puzzles, Nadya seeks out Psyche.
Zen x 1 - When meditation fails her, Nadya turns to Zen to enter trance-like states.
Silver Credstick Standard Credstick 2 Stim Patches (Rating 6) 1 Trauma Patch 1 Tranq Patch Medkits (Rating 3) Medkits (Rating 6) 10 Stealth tags 10 Data Chips 10 Standard tags Chisel/Crowbar Mini-welder Metal Restraints 10 Plastic Restraints
Background
"Yeah, I've heard the rumors. So what? We all have. They're just stories. You think the Megacorps could keep it under wraps if they had pulled it off? If they had managed to create something new? Something different? Something post-human?"
"Nah, don't make me laugh, Chummer. There isn't an army of super soldiers squirreled away in some bunker and kept on ice."
- Pr1nce$$
The dwarf appeared out of the shadows, ambling confidently through the crowd. In his hands were two glass mugs slopping over with beer. He made no greeting as he put down the mugs. Beer spilling with every inevitable shift of the wobbly table. He pulled out a battered pack of cigarettes with a shrug, taking his time. He had learned decades earlier to enjoy the small moments. Holding a cigarette lazily between his lips, he extended his right index finger, a small flame setting it alight. Smiling, he took a long pull, embers moving towards him as he inhaled, and then exhaled a thick cloud of smoke. His grey eyes lingered on the woman sitting in front of him.
"Let me tell you a story..."
"It starts in the Ural mountains. In an underground research facility. Yamatetsu Corporation. Course' they call themselves Evo Corporation now. There was always this idea. This pipe dream that the corporate scientists couldn't let go of...Transhumans."
"I'm told that the pitch went something like this: "What if we could build our own army? What if we could force the next evolutionary leap? What if we could go beyond humans and metahumans? What if we could create real post-humans. Our own genetically crafted soldiers. Patented, of course. No cumbersome cyberware, but bioware, special organs grown into them from their inception. Awakened, fully powered spellcasters. The perfect synergy of augmentation and magic. No weaknesses and no flaws."
"The execs ate that shit right up. And I'll give the bastards credit. It was successful. As far as corp wonder-weapon projects go, anyways."
"Most of the subjects weren't viable. So they were recycled. Turned into spare parts. Or just tossed into the blender and thrown back into the vat as fresh genetic material. Turns out it's not easy to paste together a grab bag collection of genes. Who would've thought?"
"Those that made it...let's call them potential candidates, were spirited away to a corporate creche. Raised by corp caretakers. Minded by corp minders. And watched by corp security. SOP for a serious outfit. What was a smidge more novel was running their subjects through a training program designed by some half-mad AI to maximize the rate of Awakenings."
"That was the only real hiccup. You can't force Awakening. Even the best and the brightest researchers couldn't crack that nut. So instead, they brute forced it. Probably best not to ask how many times they had to start over. How many bodies they chopped up to end up with just one Awakened. Some of the lucky failures were repurposed, stuffed with chrome and used for corp ops. The rest...ah...well, I don't need to spell it out for you."
"The successes. The vat born that Awakened were spirited off to a string of corporate academies. Finishing schools, if you want to think of it that way. They were taught how to act. They were taught how to blend in, how to fit in among the rubes and the elites. They were taught how to fight. They were coached by trusted physical adepts. They were instructed by vetted mages. They were turned into corporate weapons."
"Hard to tell though, innit?" The dwarf said, pausing to take a long pull of beer. Draining most of one mug, he grinned, nudging the other mug towards the woman. He raised a hand in her direction as he continue, "How do you know? How do you really know if you're sitting across from a souped up physical adept bristling with bioware worth more than a small mountain of credsticks?"
The woman tensed, her hands tightening into fists, and the dwarf could see the violence in her eyes threatening to travel to rest of her body. She was quicker he knew. Far quicker than he had ever been. Even in his prime, long decades ago.
"That was the point, obviously. Corp execs and socialites like to be discreet. And who doesn't want their own vat born ninja?"
"How do you know all of this?"
"Trade secrets, I'm afraid," the dwarf said with a wink, "But I don't need to convince. You know it's all true, don't you, Nadya?"
"Yes."
"How'd you get away?"
"Field ops in Beijing. A high value extraction. We were guarding a turncoat scientist willing to come over from the Big A. We were compromised. They located our safehouse. Some hotshot Azzie decker pinged it and vectored a Azzie kill squad. Most of my team was wiped out, including my handler. There didn't seem to be much point in fighting after that. The mission was a failure. And I had a chance. So I ran."
"Still, you knew they had to come looking. There was no chance they wouldn't notice you weren't dead."
"Yes, but I had a head start."
"You did! And you caused quite a ruckus. In truth, I didn't think you'd make it."
"I got lucky. Found a boat. Made a deal. Got off the mainland. And made some friends."
"Oh, I know all about your friends, particularly your large friend. And incidentally, the cannon she has pointed at me right now. I don't think she'll miss at this range. Shall we call it 1.5 km?" the dwarf said, flashing a golden smile. The metal gleamed in the half-lit darkness, as he waved nonchalantly across the beer garden.
"She won't miss," Nadya agreed.
"Wonderful! However, as I said, you needn't worry. We are on the same side."
"There are no sides. Only runs. Only corps to be avoided. And you...who are you?"
"Grimjack, my dear Wildfire, call me Grimjack."
"Why are you helping me?"
"Call it an investment."
"Who are you working for? Ares? Aztechnology?"
"Goodness, no. I serve no master, save myself, of course."
"Flux State?" She asked, reaching backwards across the years in search of motivation.
"Ha, no, they were children. I've been at this game longer than that."
He could see she had made a decision. He could sense the shift in her aura. The dwarf raised both his hands, holding palms facing forward, "Hey, hey, relax! I told you, we're on the same side."
"Hmph! You keeping speaking of sides. What side is that?"
"The only side worth fighting for, razorgirl, you just don't know it yet."
Accepted
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