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Name: Terry Thompson
Age: 71
Gender: Male
Metatype: Human
Appearance: Long Grey/White Hair in two braids going down to his shoulders and decorated with a few feathers, a Mediterranean Complexion, dresses in cowboy clothes, Stereotypically Indian Features
Backstory: Terry Thompson was born in 1999 on the Crow Reservation in Montana and was raised to know of and appreciate his heritage and culture. His early years were spent seeing what was left of his tribal lands come under threat and in 2010, when he was 11 years old he was put in a Concentration Camp. He managed to escape in 2014, inspired by Daniel Howling Coyote and his band of followers. Unlike many of his compatriots he directed his hate, not towards the white people or the other non-Indians but at the Government and the Megacorps. He would fight alongside a Mormon Militia for four years, and during this time his powers would awaken and he became a Badger Shaman. In 2018, when he was 19 years old the Treaty of Denver was signed and Terry would put down his rifle and settle in the newly created Sioux Nation. He would frequently visit his friends in Salt Lake City and would often be ostracized for his friendships with people who weren't Native American. But he was also a powerful Shaman and veteran of the Ghost Dance War so he was afforded some degree of respect. Eventually he moved to Salt Lake City and set up a Talismongers shop, selling magical items of all sorts. It was there that he became a fixer and would become known in the Shadows.
Role: Fixer (manager of a runner team)
Street Name: Terry the Talismonger

 

[Yuu Vee Rays]

Name: Alexander Faechild
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Metatype: Elf
Appearance:
Backstory: (Will rewrite later. Putting all the major points first so I can get first impressions.)
Identity and Family: Alexander was born of his human mother and elven father as a beautiful baby girl who they had named Alexandria. He was given all the love his parents could give him, but from an early age, he felt like something was wrong. That he was...different from all the other little girls his age. Alexander tried to hide that feeling from everyone; even though every time he put on a dress and his mother did his makeup as he got older, he felt nauseated. But when puberty hit, he couldn't take it anymore as the changes came with it. He talked with his parents and found out it was a human disease, which seemed to piss his father off. The household was no longer warm or loving, but cold and hateful. It was filled with constant fighting and Alexander didn't understand why what he had said, what he had felt, was worth this much of a change. It got so bad that, after three years, he left to gain some sort of enlightenment as to the issue. What he found, infuriated him. Both the humans and the elves rejected anything that couldn't be seen and understood upon first glance. By this point, he had already started finding ways to change his disgusting feminine appearance to appear more masculine. He was determined to fix it, at least in his home, and headed back. But by the time he got back, his home had been scavenged. He learned later by his neighbors that they both packed up their things and went their separate ways.
Three Years: During the three years he spent in his home as the cause for the fighting, Alexander had conflicting feelings and thoughts. When it first began, he was scared and confused. His parents, who had seemed to have more love than they knew what to do with, had seemed completely cut off from that love and would only fight whenever they saw each other. His mother cried whenever she looked at him and his father started beating him; excusing it by saying that "If she thought she was a boy, then she should be able to take it." After six months of escalating fights and beatings, the confusion was gone, replaced by guilt. He blamed himself for his parent's change of attitude and began trying to fix it. He wore the dresses his mother made him and acted more girly than he could physically bear whenever his father was in the room. And this resulted in his already fragile mental state plummeting further. He was almost like a living doll for two years: Alexander was the perfect daughter and didn't speak unless he was spoken to. But even he had a breaking point. His father, who had still been involved in elven politics, had arranged a marriage to get him more power and sway with the other officials. He couldn't believe it and questioned it, which resulted in another beating. His father reminded Alexander that he was only here to further the bloodline and his status. Alexander couldn't wrap his head around it, but still followed his father's orders as he didn't want to lose his parents. But he had to draw the line when he came home from shopping with his mother to find his forced betrothed in his bedroom. He freaked out and socked the older elven boy and ran. When he returned, he found his father furious and all the blame was thrust onto the young trans boy for rejecting what should have been obvious. This situation is what pushed Alexander to leave to find answers to the changes his feelings caused.
Finding Passions: Even before he came out to his parents, Alexander had a fascination with plants. He had convinced his mother to help him make a garden where he had been began growing different plants (with his mother's help, of course). He loved learning what each plant did, each part could be used for something! He began making journals of whatever he found, but at this point, that was all. When he came out, he delved further into his hobby. It was his one release from his lie of a life. Alexander began experimenting with each part of his plants, learning about the healing effects they have...and the toxic ones. And he was more interested in the toxins that came from the plants he grew. But there was only so much he could learn from his little garden, so he just began experimenting more often and making vials of both the medicinal tonics and the poisonous elixirs. So when he set out on his journey for answers, he still made time to learn more about the plants he had only read about in books and made more tonics and elixirs from those plants while also gathering the seeds for each that he had never grown after he had learned about the greenhouse.
Reason For Joining ShadowRunners: Alexander was in a dark place when he found out his parents had left in the short three years he had been gone. They hadn't even left anything behind for him to gain knowledge of where they gone. He wandered around for another year, feeling lost, when he came to Salt Lake City when he was nineteen. He was fascinated by the large-scale buildings that were a complete one eighty from the small homes and shops from the small town he had been born in. But he did notice that the discrimination was just as rampant here as it was in the other places he had visited. So he began searching for a way to make a change in the way things were being seen and handled. And that's where he met the ShadowRunners, joining them and running around for them in the shadows. He quickly rose to his position in a year and a half because of his knowledge and looks that got him close to his targets. He spent the last half a month perfecting his technique and testing his new weapons on new unwilling subjects and gaining more knowledge to where he is now at twenty three.
Workplace: When Alexander made his mind of what he wanted to do, he needed a job. But since he had been living off his parents and the land by this point. But as he wandered around the city, he noticed that a small medical clinic was hiring an assistant. He was confident enough that he thought he could get a job there and was surprised at the giant difference between what he knew and what the small clinic used. He no longer felt confident in his chances, but before he could leave the clinic in an embarrassed haste, the doctor came out by hearing the sound of the bell at the door. He seemed to only be able to smile at the nervous elf teen who looked like a deer in headlights and invited him inside. They talked, and the doctor told him he could hire Alexander and allow him go to school to get an education on what the city, and the rest of the world, used for medicinal science. And while he graduated sooner than most as he rushed through his courses and took more classes than most his age, he still preferred using his plant-based medicines if he could. Now he is the lead assistant among the three who worked under the now two doctors that works in the clinic. He helps the doctors by taking the client's information, scheduling appointments, filing documents, and even handling the smaller, less urgent clients when they were swamped with walk ins that the head doctor who started the place still allowed.
Role: Assassin/Info Broker - Alexander doesn't actually kill people, though with his poisons will make you wish he did. He got the role assassin because he kills the person you used to be. He'll let the toxins do just enough damage that it destroys a part of the target's body or mind if they were a hateful, evil person. This is also how he got the role of Info Broker because he followed leads he got from his subjects and victims and learned about the inner workings of the city; whether they wanted these inner workings exposed or not.
Street Name: Sweet Toxin

 

[Fenris]

Name: Alexander Brandt
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Metatype: Human
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Alex could be described as unremarkable, sporting a short stock of brown hair, a flash of metal where his jacks are located near his temple and roughly average height; if not for the obvious cyber-arm. He usually wears a sleeveless armored jacked adorned with a stylized red cross over a t-shirt of some combat biker team and cargo pants which offer rooms for his smaller drones. When he expects trouble a Ruger revolver sits in a quick draw holster around his waist.

Backstory:
Born into the anarchic zone of Berlin during 2047, Alexander grew up on the streets for most of his life; hustling and busting heads to survive. His father was a mage and a runner that had tangled with some of the more influential players across the zone, but showed no interest in child rearing. Occasionally Alex will jokingly comment that his old man didn't even have the good sense to leave him a spark of magical talent. The man's presence was hardly felt in those early years and completely vanished when Alexanders mother died in the corporate raids of 2055 which led to the termination of the zone; bringing Berlin back under the corporate umbrella.

That day lady luck was with him and the bleeding heart of a gruff mechanic allowed the boy to escape the zone's collapse. With no one else to follow Alex took to the old man and turned out to be a quick study when it came to fixing, modifying or even handling the vehicles brought into the garage. The developed skill set made him a natural prospect for the local go-gangs, getting caught up with the Crimson Saints soon after reaching puberty. It was a slippery slope into a life sustained by less than legal means.

Despite some initial hesitation Alex eventually made his way into the shadows of the German allied states, working as a get away driver and transporter to build a sizable capital and earn some reputation. Perhaps if he ran long enough he'd eventually cross paths with that cold hearted wretch whom had sired him. Before that happened however, it all came crashing down with a single bad job, in single cursed night. One moment they were boosting some fancy boxed artifact from a warehouse, a real milk run, and the next Saeder-Krupp enforcers where raining bullets down on their heads and armed drones where buzzing around above. Apparently stealing from a AAA corporation was a bad idea and dragons where known to hold grudges. The ensuing escape cost Alex an arm and most of his savings. Hell, he even had to cross the Atlantic and settle into Salt Lake City before feeling safe again. A bit paranoid? Maybe, but then again he'd always wanted to make a trip to the NAN...at least that's what he tells himself.

Role: Rigger/Street Samurai
Street Name: Spark

 

[Vahn]

Name: Victor Wildschwein
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Metatype: Dwarf
Appearance: Short black hair. Dresses in a black leather jacket with the words: Resiste et Mords! stitched onto the back. European.

Backstory: Born on 2040 in Belgium. His mom and pop always thought he was small considering that they were human so they not suspect to get a dwarf son. He was always short and stout compared to the other boys of his age and the idea that he was dwarf hit them kind of late at that time he was already in high school. In high school, he picked the robot club and thus began his love of programming and drones. He and he friends would usually hours after school and on the weekends understanding the programming and remoting skills necessary to operate a drone and even reconfigure its programming to do what ever they want. Leading to the various forums and drone websites.

Eventually he went to college and took a full course in computer science and various electives in robotics. He eventual graduated and due to the job market at the time, he became a contractor corporate technician basically the person you would call if you are having problems with programs not working, missing files and the ever popular turning on the computer. It was not an interesting job or steady job if you look at it but whenever he was called he would sometimes get some interesting highlights.

Eventually he learned from his colleagues, that the bosses were planning to do a massive layoffs and it might include him so he decided that maybe he needed some information to use as a bargaining chip to try and keep his job. However the information he found was regarding a corporate buyout that intended to sell most of their stocks directly to Renraku Computer Systems. Seeing this, he consulted with one of his old high school club mates and the classmate directed him to a matrix link that lead him to an information auction and various other shadowrun forums. He then sent his information to be bid on and he even though he managed to sell the data, his old high school club mate warned him that now would be a good time to change careers thus began his career as a decker.

First thing he did was left his company and make his way to Hong Kong per suggestion from some of the contact he made in the forums as soon as he landed in Hong Kong, He started making a name for himself as a decker for hire as the jobs and teams he hook up with usually involve low level hacks to disable badly made firewalls to certain warehouses and building complexes. Eventually the team he was with got a job from a Mister Johnson. The job was to steal a gold plated Rolls-Royce Phaeton, it seemed simple enough get in deal with the security team, the security cameras and get the wheel man to steal the limousine and that's all. Well it was easy but the Mister Johnson that wanted this gold plated limousine had other ideas. Instead of paying up, the Mister Johnson brought his own security team the so called double cross. Should have seen it coming and just to make sure that Mister Johnson did not get his way well lets just say the Street Samurai loved the fireworks that came from the limousine. Seeing as this is a sign for things to come Victor Wildschwein decided its time to leave Hong Kong and made his way to Salt Lake City... seems far away from Hong Kong at the time.

During his time in Salt Lake City, he saw the most impressive drone that he ever set his eyes on a Shiawase Caduceus "CAD" 7 and it was just dropped out of a DocWagon Ambulance and he couldn't helped himself. Connecting it with his cyber deck, he managed to reprogram it to obey his commands and he made sure to wipe out the administration key control from the DocWagon thus ensuring that he got the neatest toy that anyone could say and he spent the time going through junkyards to look for ways to modify the drone and to change its look.

Role: Decker and Rigger.
Drone: Shiawase Caduceus "CAD" 7
Last known location: City Junkyards.
Augmentations: Data jack.
Street Name: Metalen zwijn.
Matrix name: 80ar