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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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”Look guys, I am telling you this will work.” Randy looked around the corner to where the two armed guards were making their sweep, looking for the team.
“You need a diversion, and I need the practice. So when the smoke goes off, slide past to the stairwell.” Randy popped the top on the two canisters and tossed them at the guards. It was a ST0N3R special blend. Not only would the thick yellowish brown smoke provide total visual coverage, but it was specially formulated to smell like baby poo baking in the sun. One whiff, and those guards would be yacking up their spleens. Randy readied his assault shotgun though, just in case.
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[FIELDSET="Character Sheet"][SPOILERBUTTON="character sheet."]== Personal Data ==
Name: Randy Mortal Call sign: ST0N3R
Human, Male
Movement:8m/16m (2m/hit) Initiative: 7+1d6
Swim:4m (1m/hit) Essence: 6
170 lbs., 5'10" Composure: 9
Street Cred: 0 Judge Intentions: 8
Notoriety: 0 Lift/Carry: 3(30kg)
Public Awareness: 0 Memory: 10
Composure: 8 Stun Dmg: 10
Judge Intentions: 8
Karma: ? Nuyen: 82,000¥
Age: 26 Skin: Tan
Eyes: Brown Hair: Brown
Primary Arm: Right
== Priorities ==
Metatype: E
Attributes: A
Magic: C
Skills: B
Resources: D
== Attributes ==
Current Form:
BOD: 4 CHA: 4
AGI: 4 INT: 4
REA: 3 LOG: 6
STR: 3 WIL: 4
EDG: 2 MAG: 3
== Active Skills ==
Exotic Ranged Weapons 6 (10d)
Thrown Weapons 6 (10d)
Heavy Weapons 6 (10d)
Unarmed Combat 2 (6d)
Alchemy 1 (4d)
Arcana 4 (7d)
Artificing 1 (4d)
Assensing 2 (5d)
Astral Combat 2 (5d)
Banishing 1 (4d)
Binding 1 (4d)
Biotechnology 1 (7d)
Chemistry 6 (12d)
Computer 1 (7d)
Counter spelling 1 h4d)
Cyber technology 1 (7d)
Disenchanting 1 (4d)
First Aid 1 (7d)
Hardware 1 (7d)
Locksmith 2 (5d)
Medicine 1 (7d)
Perception 1 (7d)
Ritual spell casting 1 (4d)
Sneaking 1 (7d)
Software 1 (7d)
Spell casting 1 (4d)
Summoning 1 (4d)
Chemist 1 (7d)
Pharmaceuticals 1 (7d)
== Knowledge Skills ==
Profession - Chemist 1 (7d)
Profession - Pharmaceuticals 1 (7d)
== Qualities ==
- Apply SINner (Corporate SIN) 25 at no karma credit/cost and this does not count towards the maximum budget
- Apply Trustfund 20 at no karma credit/cost and this does not count towards the maximum budget
== Tradition ==
Hermetic
== Spells ==
== Lifestyle ==
== Armor ==
Armor Jacket AR 12 Cost: 1000¥
Full Helmet AR +3 Cost: 500¥
== Weapons ==
Ares Super Squirt ACC: 3, Ammo: 20, Cost: 950¥
Grenades -
Flashbang 10S 10m radius AP: -4 Cost: 100¥
Fragmentation 18P 1m AP: +5 Cost: 100¥
High Explosive 16P 2m AP: -2 Cost: 100¥
Gas as chemical 10m radius Cost: 40¥ + chemical cost
Smoke 10m radius Cost: 40¥
Thermal Smoke 10m radius Cost: 60¥
== Commlink ==
Erika Elite Cost: 2500¥
== Gear: Equipped ==
Super Squirt Smartgun System Cost: 1900¥
All types of toxins and drugs Cost: 10,000¥
== Vehicles ==
== Description ==
== Background ==
== Concept ==
Utility/Skill Monkey/Hermetic Mage
== Contacts ==
Everybody
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