[imgr]https://i.postimg.cc/sxs1zgwp/...5-E1-A98-F.jpg[/imgr]Name: Trip
Race: Elf
Gender: Male
Profession: Mage, Face
Appearance: Pointy ears. Long black hair. Storm grey eyes. A business suit worn in a casual style.
Background: WIP
Personality: Charismatic. Calm. Cool. Collected. Deadly.
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It was refreshing working with those excelled at their trade. Katherine aka Victoria had played aloof and payed out the smooth questions for the Johnson. Spungen had ruffled the man a bit with her own questions. Trip dabbed dexterously at the corners of his mouth with his napkin and then delicately placed it on the table before him. All for show. “The meal was exceptional. Thank you.” Trip smiled warmly. Then his forehead knit up in concern. He looked to Nazin and Duke. “No. That’s alright. Please, finish your meal. Mr. Johnson meant no slight by indicating that another team could do what we do so well.”

Trip leaned back in his chair slightly, again smiling at Mr. Johnson. ”Which brings me to the point of our own part of the negotiation. What you are requesting is not one job, in fact, but two. The first is a featherlight extraction of your valued asset which most be exited as gently as entered, least we alert your competition and place your asset in danger. The second job is Shake and Quake against your competitors to put an end to their latest project and possibly their local presence altogether. The more damage the better and frag all the noise.”

Trip paused before continuing. [B]”I won’t bore you with an itemized estimate of specialized equipment, expenses, and that sort of drug. Let me instead simply offer the proper terms. Total package cost is 250,000 Nuyen. Half up front, half upon your determination that the job is concluded to your satisfaction.”
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Archery
Blades
Locksmith
Long arms
Pistols
Sneaking
Throwing Weapons
Unarmed Combat
Con
Negotiation
Assensing
Perception
Street Knowledge - Street Drugs
Profession Knowledge - Chemist
Arcana
Computer
Biotechnology
Chemistry
Medicine
Astral Combat
Sorcery Group
Enchanting Group
Conjuring Group
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[FIELDSET="Applicant Bio"][imgr]https://i.postimg.cc/fbZc63ZG/...-B0-EA25-E.jpg[/imgr] Name: Randy Mortal/ST0N3R
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Specialization: Utility/Skill Monkey/Hermetic Mage
Corporate Sponsor: Horizon
Description: Randy looks to be in his mid to late 20s. He has long brown hair, soft brown eyes, and usually sports a beard anywhere from stubble to braid worthy. He likes verrrry casual clothes and will only wear shoes when absolutely necessary.
Personality: Kinda sleepy. Kinda funny. Kinda hungry. Smarter than people expect. More down to earth than people would ever imagine. Always happy to help out, especially in scoring good munchies.

Background: Remember that Proto-rock Star from about 30-40 years ago from Canada. The “One Man Boy Band” guy? That was Randy’s dad. Remember that blonde sitcom queen who went on to do all those late night infomercials? That was Randy’s mom. Yeah, he grew up in Cali in the heyday of the rise of the Horizon corporation when they were buying up the contracts for every B list celebrity on the planet and using them to sell everything from retro music collections, to vegan dog food, to accidental overdose insurance.

So Randy grew up on “The Scene” thanks to the connections of his parents and the Horizon corporation. He got to rub elbows with all those rich Cali celebrity kids. Remember that reality show where the one celebrity offspring did a tour of rehab facilities, getting kicked out of each one? Yeah, Randy dated her sister.

What’s his talent? Being wasted. But they say he is really smart, even when stoned off his asteroid. He has journeyman skills in about 20 different subjects and they say he is a killer chemist. Remember that Buddy Blue smoke that was making all the rounds at parties two summers ago? They say Randy concocted all of that. Word is that Horizon has invested some major Nuyen in his education, and have him under contract until doomsday. When he finally blossoms, they want to cash in on his success.



Story Hook: Conspiracies, man. That’s what’s going on. We are talking shadow corporations, secret governments, and criminal organizations all scratching each other’s backs while not even some of the top board members know what is going down. I wanna Scooby Doo my way through as much real, hidden information as possible.
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[FIELDSET="Writing Sample"] It was sometime in the afternoon when Randy heard the song that played whenever someone used the doorbell to his corporately provided abode.
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Afternoon was a strange time for visitors, so Randy rubbed the sleep from his eyes and crawled out of his waterbed. Luckily, it was one of the nights that Randy has chosen to sleep with his clothing on. So in a pile of wrinkles and bed head, Randy shambled to the door. Randy swung the door open without looking to see who it was and shuffled his way into the kitchen. Once there, he poured himself a large glass of orange juice, added a splash of triple sec orange liqueur, and lit himself a cigarette.

Filing through his door came the entire runner team. They had been out all night on a mission and were just now returning. Randy wasn’t tasked for the mission so he had spent the night testing his water pipes. Not the ones that provided water to his building, but the ones that provided smoke to his lungs.

“Fraggin’ drek, guys. Come in and grab some couch.“ Randy always talked as if he were trying to inhale while he talked. Maybe out of habit. Some of the team began to doff armor and stow away their guns while others just plopped down as they were. Randy’s place, or The Pad as he called it, had become the unofficial gathering place for the team. Mainly because Randy always kept the place stocked with food, booze, and...medicinal supplies.

Even at that moment, Randy was rustling through his recipe box. Whereas most recipe boxes contained instructions for how to prepare meals, Randy’s recipe box contained take out and delivery menus. Finding what the was looking for, Randy dutifully handed out a menu to each one of his team members.

“Looks like you chumlies had a rough one. Which means that I missed out on all the fun again.” Randy glanced at his chronometer which was again displaying the time in Brussels for some reason. “We can do...brunch. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, whatever you want. That Happy Haterz Diner and Deli place serves everything at all hours. And I could really go for a pastrami pizza. Take your time and decide and then I can place the order. Now, tell me, what happened?”


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[SPOILERBUTTON="Skills"]
Archery
Blades
Locksmith
Long arms
Pistols
Sneaking
Throwing Weapons
Unarmed Combat
Con
Negotiation
Assensing
Perception
Street Knowledge - Street Drugs
Profession Knowledge - Chemist
Arcana
Computer
Biotechnology
Chemistry
Medicine
Astral Combat
Sorcery Group
Enchanting Group
Conjuring Group
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Application Format
Appearance
Give me a paragraph or two on your appearance, mannerisms, and such. If you have an image, feel free to include it here.


Character Synopsis
Give me the synopsis of your character. A paragraph or two is fine, more if you feel like it. Give me a sense of who they are.


Living the Lifestyle
What was the gig that made you, you? Are you still riding the coattails of your biggest name-making job, or is ever next 'run your biggest - always chasing that adrenaline rush in the worst way possible?


Indulgence
One doesn't get through the slog of working in this corpsec world without having something they look forward to at the end of the day? Is it drugs? Trideos? Augments? Maybe they've been saved up for that Microtrónica Azteca 200 for the last 10 years and they can almost afford a downpayment. Whatever hobby or vice they have that makes them special, give some detail about what got them into it and how it's affected their lives.


The Botched Job'
Not every Shadowrun goes according to plans, and not everyone survives to the end. What happened on your last botched gig, how much of it was (or totally wasn't) your fault?


Elevator Pitch
Quick concept of your entire character in one sentence.

Body 1      Agility 6      Reaction 1      Strength 1
Will 5      Logic 1      Intuition 1      Charisma 9 (exceptional)
Magic 6      Edge 2

Skills -
Groups:
Sorcery  (Counterspelling, Ritual, Spellcasting) 6
Electronics (Computer, Hardware, Software) 4
Skills:
Monofilament Whip 6
Perception (search) 6
Sneaking (urban) 6
Con (Fast talk) 6
Negotiation (Black Market) 6  note that we have 20 dice here counting adept power!
Assencing (Signature) 4 - this is where I put the remainder
Summoning (man) 6
Hacking (Host) 6
Knowledge:
Gear Values (4)

Positive Qualities:
Adept powers 6 (cost 30) must get them at chargen; will never get them later
Extraordinary Ability Charisma (cost 14) feeling so pretty!
Focused Concentration1 (cost 4)
Spend 2 karma for $4000 to start with a whip

Negative Qualities:  (try to avoid screwing yourself or notoriety – need 25)
Allergy - Seafood mild (cost -10)
Allergy – Silver Moderate (cost -10)
Sin – National  (cost -5)

Gear:
Only 1 item: Monofilament Whip.  $10000 [12P]
Can spend your spare change on a throw-away level 1 commlink
First order of business is to get the armor off the first punk your spirit kills.  Take his commlink too, and make it yours with your Electronic/Hacking skills.
Lifestyle street (upgrade as soon as possible)
Eventually get an Argentum Coat for that +1 social skill
Gas Mask
Ares Light Fire 70 with silencer [6P]
APDS ammo (10)

Nuyen : 11, 230

Adept powers:      PP cost
Astral Perception   1
Combat Sense 2      1
Mystic Armor 3      1.5
Adrenaline Boost 1      .25
Enha Accuracy(Mono)      .25
Critical Strike(mono)      .5
Improved Ability (Neg) 3      1.5    I like this one for 3 dice on negotiating :)

Spells (pickem):
Physical Mask
Armor
Levitate
Improved Inv
Increase Willpower
Increase Chr
Increase Reflexes
(Getting the feeling that I am planning to use Quickening?)
You can replace any with some combat spells, but I figure at the beginning the plan is to summon a spirit every dawn/dusk and have them ready for combat.

Contacts:
Pick a bunch of 4/3 or 3/4 contacts.  Make sure one is an OrganLegger so you can sell him the Street Samurai bodies your party will kill.  Thought: Buy a duffle bag that blocks RFID/transmissions (Faraday Cage) and put dead bodies in it.  Your spirit will fly them to the OrganLegger (who will have his own Faraday Cage / scramblers if he is to be in business for long).

Long term Karma plans:
Obviously Initiate and Quickening to cover those low stats until they can be raised.
Speaking of raising them, it will take 140 karma to raise all those 1’s into 3’s (including the 2 edge).  Yes, that is a lot, but nothing compare to paying for that 9 chr after chargen.
Keep an eye out for the other characters, and make sure you are never better than them in their selected role.  A good way to do this is to be a better utility guy (use your Face skills to get them the best gear, buff them, etc).