| From: | Chris Innanen <cgi@*******.JHUAPL.EDU> |
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| Subject: | Background Checks |
| Date: | Thu, 25 Nov 1993 02:46:14 -0500 |
be played this Thanksgiving. In an effort to get my two players (not
many, but that's probably for the best) ready, and to come up with some
adventure hooks, I've started them working on the characters' backgrounds.
Since I've only had the manual for a week, and they know even less, I
began by thinking up a character or three to give them some examples.
I thought I'd put them out here, and see what you've got locked up in your
datastores...
Dijit, Raccoon Shaman Courier
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Born and raised at the poverty level, and on the streets at a young age,
Dijit knew is way around. But life outside the arc's in a bad part of
the Sprawl (there's a GOOD part?) can be a bit too much, so of course
a kid will join some sort of group for protection.
He was a bright kid, but not to much on the brawn, so most of the street
gangs didn't interest him or wouldn't take him. Without money or any
school-taught skills, no work force would accept him. With no contacts,
he couldn't become a 'runner... And living defensively is hard enough!
He never had any experience with the hermetic mages he could hear about
on the vids, and he had little love for the Rat shamans he had met. It
wasn't their morals, stealing was a way of life for him... life or death,
but he had grander plans, though as yet intangible ones.
That's when he met a street shaman of Raccoon, and knew it was his way.
Unfortunately, he wasn't very good at it, even after several years of
trying. He was adept, but not masterful by any stretch of the
imagination. By his 19 year, he could cast three spells well, and that
was it. Unconsciously frustrated, he looked to some other means.
Previously using his limited knowledge and magic to pull off what to
him were major crimes, he discovered the real money making possibilities
of shadowrunning. And so he made a deal...
They promised him far more than he believed them, but the 'ware they
gave him was real and in his head, and the jobs they found were easy and
payed well.
All he had to do was 'jack in at some terminal the techno-pimp directed,
let the system download some coded file into his locked memory chip, and
slink away, staying low until the appointed time. Then repeat the whole
thing in reverse at some other terminal later on. Simple.
They didn't tell him that a decker might be watching while the file was
transferred some day. Or that he might be followed by a couple of goons
out to tear his head off. Or that a hold-out pistol only half loaded
and a couple of armature-level spells might not be enough to save skin.
The streets are tough, yes, but they're only made of ferro-crete. The
THINGS walking on them are armor-plated...
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Girder, the Support Specialist cgi@*******.jhuapl.edu (Chris)
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