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Dromier, Queen of Hearts
Phantom, Ace of Spades
Driver, Jack of Clubs
Taur, King of Diamonds
Connor Lafferty, Joker

Driver, Jack of Clubs 400bp
Male Ork
Mundane


Attributes
Body: 4
Agility: 5
Reaction: 2 (6)
Strength: 3 (5)
Charisma: 3
Intuition: 5
Logic: 3 (5)
Willpower: 4

Edge: 4
Initiative: 10
Essence: 2.6

Active Skills
Aeronautics Mechanic : 4
Automotive Mechanic : 4
Industrial Mechanic : 4
Nautical Mechanic : 4
Pilot Aircraft (Fixed-Wing) : 3 (5)
Pilot Ground Craft (Wheeled) : 3 (5)
Unarmed Combat (Martial Arts) : 3 (5)
Intimidation : 4

Knowledge Skills
English : (N)
French : 3
Japanese : 3
Military Background : 5
Torture : 4
Civil Engineering : 3
Security Design : 3
Traffic Laws : 3

Positive Qualities
Martial Arts (Karate rank 1: +1 DV on unarmed combat)
born rich
Nasty vibe
Restricted gear
Restricted gear
Restricted gear

Negative Qualities
signature (The Car)
Vindictive
Enemy (10bp UCAS)

Cyberwares
Move by wire 2

Biowares
Cerebral Booster 2
Muscle Augmentation 2

Weapons
Hardliner Glovers
Ruger Super Warhawk
+ Small modification
+ Ammo Skip
+ Increased Cylinder
+ personalized Grip
Smartgun System, external
5x Speed Loader
2x Stick-n-Shock (10 shots)
2x Ex-Explosive ammo (10 shots)

Panther XXL
3x Regular Ammo (10 shots)

2x Ares Alpha
8x Regular Ammo (10 shots)
30x High Explosive Grenades


Armors
Actioneer Businnes Clothes
form fitting body armor
Securetech PPP shin guards
Securetech PPP forearm
Securetech PPP helmet

Commlinks
4x Activesoft (Rating 4) (infiltration, navigation, climbing, perception)
OS : Vector Xim
Commlink : Meta Link
AR Gloves
Subvocal Microphone

Equipments
4x Fake License (Rating 4) (Car, Ruger, Press, Drivers)
2x Fake Sin (Rating 4) (Frank Martin: cheuffer; Frankie Gooding: reporter)
Contact Lenses
+Vision Magnification
+Vision Enhancement (Rating 3)
Glasses
+Low Light Vision
+Flare Compensation
+Image Link
+Smartlink
Earbud
+ Spatial Recognizer
+ Audio Enhancement (Rating 3)
2x combat load vest
2x ammo pouch
DocWagon Contract (Basic - per Year)

Vehicle
Shin hyuang
+gridlink override
+morphing liscense plate
+ shielded smuggling compartment x2
(one is empty, other contains shop level mechanic tools and supplies)
+spoof chip
+morphing liscense plate
Smart tires
engine upgrade (accel)
engine upgrade (speed)
concealed Armor (rating 10)
fuzzy logic
Shop (explained)
Targeting (heavy weapons) Autosoft (Rating 6)
Targeting (automatics) Autosoft (Rating 6)
Maneuver (Shin Huang (specifically designed for this vehicle)) Autosoft (Rating 6)
Clearsight Autosoft (Rating 6)
Defense Autosoft (Rating 6)
3x normal size. internal visibility, flexible flexibility weapons mount
(1 for the Panther XXL roof mounted, 1 hood mounted ares alpha, 1 rear mounted ares alpha. all come with 1 full clip of neccesary weapons.)

Maneuvers
Set-up
Finishing Move

Lifestyle
Low (2 months)

Contacts
UCAS contact (codename: jacob) (L:4 C:5)
Sarah Marrise (bartender/ex-wife) (L:4 C:4)
Savignon (Lone Star Liason to UCAS) (L:3 C:4)

--
The events of a time for secrets:
R6 Fake sin (Mr. Jones)
Erased quality, no longer hunted by UCAS

installed in Eleanor:
Camera Neutralizing R6
Ultrawideband Radar R4
Camera (included)
+Low Light
+Smartlink
+FlareCompensation
Camera (included)
+Low Light
+Smartlink
+FlareCompensation
Radio Signal Scanner R6
MAD Scanner R3
Directional Microphone
Satellite Communication
Camera
+Low Light
+Thermographic
+FlareCompensation

20x Survival Kit
5x Antidote Patch (Rating 6)
5x Stimulant Patch (Rating 6)
5x Tranq Patch (Rating 6)
Rappeling Gloves
5x Microwire (per 100 m)
Autopicker (Rating 6)
Autosoft rating 4 (pilot nautical)
6x linguasofts rating 5 (japanese, cantonese, mandarin, korean, viatnamese, taiwanese)
5x mapsofts rating 6 (japan, korea, china, viatnam, taiwan)

800,000 nuyen.
--

Trian Animus was a man who lived his whole life with rules.

Before he was recruited into the UCAS militia he had a wife to go home to and a baby daughter, his reason for joining in the first place, the reason he decided a lifetime of hell was worth a few minutes of heaven. He met her back when the police force still held territory over the fledgling Lone Stars, back when his future looked brighter than ever, he was an ork in a world that had yet to fully accept the meta-humans, but it didn't matter to him, what he wanted he would get, no matter the cost. Rule number 1: no names.

It was supposed to be a one night stand, he had gotten her phone number, a fake one at that. He had gotten her first name, at least that was real. The number he had gotten on his commlink 3 weeks later, 2 days before he was going to tryout for the third time to join the militia had carried a very real message, he was a father. He immediatly went into action, something his father had instilled in him, a sense of honor. He had arranged the engagement and the wedding around boot camp, he sent every dime home to her and made sure the family should want for nothing, he would provide for them with his body. AFter the third surgery that made him faster than anyone else he had ever known, they had put chips in his head, gave him knowledge he had never even read about, but it was the seizures that worried him. His wife screaming in the middle of the night when he fell onto the ground shaking. He had, with the urging of his wife, his family, his reason for his existence to confront his C.O. and wonder what the hell exactly had they done to him. AFter a few moments his commanding officer stood up, crossed to stand in front of the pet project of intel, and knocked him to the ground with one punch. "Son, we have yet to begin your real training." What happened next was... interesting. Rule number 2: no questions.

After months and months of blacked out rooms, screaming men and woman, and endless surgeries, He had ended up alone in a locked cell, in only a pair of military issued skivies covering all that the higher beings had given him. With little more than a thought he stood up and decided to see exactly what it took to get out, which he found out was surprisingly little more than a few punches, kicks, broken necks, guns shoved in ways that before that night had been thought anatomically impossible, and a very nice set of shiney keys. After a few minutes of chasing the car alarm, sneaking around the base quietly, which is surprising for a large man in little more than his birthday suit on a military controlled installation, he found what those keys went to, a trinket that was his ticket out, and to freedom. The Car was driven for the first time in its creation, and for once he was damned glad his old man had been a grease monkey and Trian had practically grown up in a garage, albeit the happiness may have also come from the sheer joy of getting even with people who now wish to completely annhilate your way of life. Rule number 3: don't hold grudges.

IT took time, money, and more guts than he thought he had, but he found his family and decided that he needed a new plan to support them. She worked in a dive in Seattle, the elderly neighbor watching their daughter while she worked double shifts for barely enough nuyen to pay the bills, let alone much else. With Trian's now confidentially wanted status with the UCAS, honest work was out of the question, so he had his wife declare him dead, divorce him legally and essentially move on, although every once in awhile a stranger in a pressed suit would show up giving her a few thousand bucks for no reason, it was great for her, the money kept her from having to do any other types of jobs, some that would be considered degrading and demoralizing. It kept her daughter in school and somewhat decent clothes, and it kept her ears to the ground at the bar in case hell froze. Rule number 4: Most importantly, always make sure the job is done, no matter what.

Eric 'Phantom' Lenshier, Ace of Spades
Metatype : Human
Mundane


Attributes
Body: 3
Agility: 5 (7)
Reaction: 1 (7)
Strength: 3 (5)
Charisma: 4
Intuition: 4
Logic: 3 (5)
Willpower: 4

Edge: 4
Initiative: 11
Essence: 0.8

Active Skills
Con : 3
Etiquette : 3
Leadership : 3
Negotiation : 3
Disguise : 4
Inflitration : 4
Palming : 4
Shadowing : 4
Intimidation (Interrogation) : 4
Blades (Swords) : 4
Demolitions (Plastic) : 4
Pistols (Revolvers) : 4

Knowledge Skills 21 free BP
French (N)
English 3
Italian 2
Torture 4
Civil Engineering 3
Security Design 3
Art (Music) 3
Ropework (knots, traps, etc) 3


Positive Qualities
Restricted gear (move by wire rating 2)
Restricted gear (20kg rating 15 plastic explosive)
First Impression
Nasty vibe (Some might even describe the feeling as being in the presence of evil (regardless of whether this is true or not), and the superstitious might attribute something demonic to the character’s nature. Add a 3 dice pool modifier to all Intimidation Tests)

Negative Qualities
Delusions (The character has a firmly-held belief that has no basis in fact. No amount of logical argument or persuasive charm will dissuade the character from this belief. The delusion will be an inconvenience to the character in most social situations.)

Combat Monster (The character must make a Composure (2) Test to break away. Otherwise, the character can only break away if he kills or disables all his opponents. Combat Monster is incompatible with the Combat Paralysis quality.)

Lost Loved One (Willpower Logic Test (2) to resist following any lead the gamemaster may wish to throw in her direction (be it a solid lead or a red herring). The effects of this quality are intended to be resolved through roleplaying.

Vindictive Must repay any slight in kind. Make Composure (2) test to avoid immediate retaliation.

Cyberwares
Move by wire rating 2
Reaction Enhancers (Rating 2)

Biowares
Muscle Augmentation 2
Cerebral Booster 2

Weapons
Ruger Super Warhawk
+Underbarrel mounted long blade
(monofilament sword; Reach: 2; damage: (str/2 4)P; AP: -1)
+ personalized Grip
+Melee Hardening
+ custom look 1
Smartgun System, external
4x Speed Loader
3x Ex-Explosive ammo ((.44 magnum.)) (10 shots)

Sword of Birds (modified cougar short blade, whole sword forged into a wind flute)
+ personalized group
+ custom look 1

10x High Explosive Grenades
20x Plastic Explosives (per kg) Rating 15
20x Detonator Cap

Armors (6/6 encumberance; 9/7 actual armor rating)
form fitting body armor
Securetech PPP vitals protector plate
Securetech PPP shin guards
Securetech PPP forearm
Leather Jacket
Clothing (Chic)


Vehicles
Mercury Comet (Sedan) ((Shop level construction tools and supplies are in the trunk)

Commlinks
Commlink : Renraku Sensei
Subvocal Microphone
OS : Iris Orb
4x Mapsoft (Rating 4) (Seattle, Denver, Tir Taringire, NaN)
Activesoft (Rating 4) (dodge) ((gets +2 for the move by wire system for a total of 6))
Activesoft (Rating 4) (unarmed combat)

Equipments
3x Fake License (Rating 4)(concealed and carry, restricted weaponry, drivers license)
Demolitions Kit
contstruction kit
Combat load vest (9 pouches strapped across his body in quick release form, simple action to attach, etc. 5 for explosives (1 kg block), 1 for each kit, 1 for ammo, 1 for detonator caps.)
Contact Lenses
Vision Enhancement (Rating 3)
Vision Magnification
Glasses
Thermographic Vision
Flare Compensation
Image Link
Smartlink
Earbud
Audio Enhancement (Rating 3)
Select Sound Filter (Rating 3)
Autopicker (Rating 6)
Maglock Passkey (Rating 4)
Gecko Tape Gloves
5x Microwire (per 100 m)
5x Standard Rope (per 100 m)
Fake Sin (Rating 4)
Demolitons Tool Kit

Contacts
Matron Sarah Gaven (L:3 C:4)
Fixer, Operator of The Cleric

A former love, Matron Sarah is the head of an underground church and protectorate of those within it. Because of the devotion she is capable of instilling in others, she was able to create a veritable underground city beneath her church in Seattle. To fund and to protect this massive amount of people that rely on her, she uses Runners and sends them out on various contracted missions. To facilitate this, she keeps her organization a strict secret, even to the point of periodically paying off the local LEO's, although because of her strict policy of a moral standard of her missions, They usually leave The Cleric alone.

Alexander Korben (L:2 C:4)
Armorer, Member of The Cleric

An underground group city needs someone good with technology, from weapons to gadgets, Alexander does it all. He is Matron Sarah's second in command, he harbors a strictly platonic love for her, knowing her heart still belongs to a man that had run off. Still, Alexander does what he can for those that matter to him.

Per the events of Watchful Eyes
Edge raised from 4 to 5

BP added for contacts only cha * 2 = 6
Matron Sarah Gaven (L:3 C:4 + 2) -> (L:3 C:6)

Contact Added
Driver, Jack of Clubs (L:2 C:2) (soundtrack to Driver, Sonata Arctica - The Cage ; Skillet - Comatose)
Transporter, known member of The Game

The game has existed for as long as their has been recorded history. A small group of people with a particular mind and skill set. Knowing that they are different and see the world strictly as another tool. These Men and Women exist solely to play The Game, for their own ambitions, they seek to either unite or destroy the other members, and still others seek to control these people, once again for designs that can be either malefic or done out of kindness. Driver and Phantom had met during the game, both having been in Seattle, and both having 'Awakened' nearest to each other. They have agreed to a truce, not to interfere with the other unless strictly necessary.

Theme music Playlist, depending on his mood of course:
Nightwish - Phantom of the Opera
Nightwish - The Escapist

Per the events of Butterfly Kisses:
Mapsoft Rating 6 (Chicago)
Knowsoft Rating 6 (Chicago gangs)
Climbing Gear
Activesoft Rating 4 (Perception)
Activesoft Rating 4 (Climbing)

"When all has left and Done Matron Sarah. Do you still find your battles won, or is that bit of peace you get second to none?" Dark eyes whisked over The Clerical Church from up above. A man clothed in the tatered remains of a similar cloak to the other members of the church, all that truly remained of the old uniform of Her private army was the cloak that still shrouded his eyes and a few long strands that did nothing but create a cape for this malevolent creature. He would sit perched on a torn rafter in the back of the church getting a high view of all that was seated, and at the far side of the deceptivly old looking church was the Matron of this cathedral, she was a woman not of stark beauty, but of a soft loving glow, like that of a warm fire. She finished her preaching at the usual time and the entire assembly rose in applause. The dark figure joined the crowd in rising to their feet, his eyes digging a hole into the Priestess at the head of the assembly, he would call down to her "You will curse the day you did not do all that the Phantom asked of you!"

Every eye in the church turned and watched as the figure descended from his watchful post, swinging down to the middle aisle, landing gently on his feet as he drew his weapon. From a sheath on his back he gripped what looked like a large pistol grip, and indeed the first section was a revolver, but what was attached at the top was no where near normal. A 4 foot long blade decorated in gothic art withdrew from it's sheath, the weapon almost seaming too large for this man. "Did you ever hear what I told you? Did you ever read what I wrote you?"

This man with the tattered robes and the large demon sword held in one hand set everyone on edge, a few members even withdrew weapons, but the focus of all of the demon's attention did nothing but whisper a single word, "Eric?"

The Demon stopped in his tracks, not much more than a few feet from the stage where the Matron stood, his head bowed in reverance. "I gave you my music... made your song take wing... and now, how you've repaid me: denied me and betrayed me. Eric is dead Matron Sarah, you saw to that when you ripped out my... His heart." A shudder shook the walking man, his gaze raising up to meet Sarah's. Only the lower half of the man's face could be seen, it was pale white and heavily scarred, that and his eyes could be scene. The malice that was burning behind them seemed to only be tempered by some other emotion. Was it pain, or love?

Sarah would calmly walk down from her stage, standing right in front of him as she reached forward with a quivering hand, gently touching his face, a look of sarrow would come over her as she continued to try to give him solace. "You were dying Eric, you were hit with a rocket at close range, we did what we had to. Over half of your body had 4th degree burns, it was beyond a miracle that you were still breathing. I know it hurt..."

Before she could finish Eric would reach up and grasp her wrist and pull it away from his face. "Do you think you know pain Sarah? Why don't you finish by telling everyone that you came and saw me after the surgery and ran crying and Screaming?!?" With a final outburst he raised his Demon Sword in front of him, with a tremendous leap Sarah would backflip through the air and land far enough onto her stage that she was out of the way, with a minor flick of her wrists, twin Ruger Thunderbolts would appear in her hands. "I ran because you screamed out in pain, I ran to get the doctor. Eric, I Love y..." She never got to finish those last words as Eric charged her, his sword held up high. "Take this, My Love, My Hatred, And all of My Sarrow!"

Once he was within range of her, he would bring his sword down in a quick slash that cleaved her podium in two. Matron barely had time to react to Phantom's attack as she brought both of her Ruger thunderbolt's to guard his sudden atack. Catching his sword in a cross block of her guns she lifted it back up, and moved closer to him. with one hand she would move her left gun hand to the inside of his sword arm, to block any follow up swing as she also brought her right gun into his chest, pushing against his hardened muscles. She released a small volley of Stick and Shock ammunition, as tears gently rolled from her eyes.

The Demon barely had time to dodge out of her first series of bullets, he spun his chest to the side, his sword slamming into the ground, burying it's tip into the stage. as he wrapped his free arm around her waist, pulling her tight against his body. With a deft move he leaned down and locked his lips with hers. The kiss was brief but powerful, her hands would drop from the brief battle in the moment of passion. He would break momentarily from the kiss and whisper into her ear, "Don't ever forget me."

Grabbing his sword by the hilt he would spin and run, swinging the sword back into the sheath. The phantom would dash straight down the aisle towards the door, deftly dodging hands that tried to stop him. He lowered his shoulder and burst through the heavy oak doors of the church, leaving behind him a stunned crowd, and a Priestess that held one hand out, begging for him to return, the other hand holding a black rose tied with a crimson ribbon that he had placed before leaving.

After ... And High Water

Rain is falling in the city of Seattle, nothing new to the inhabitants that thought themselves part fish by now. A man stood clothed only in tattered robes and worn leather, his face shrouded by the mask of fabric that veiled his features from passers-by. He was alone in an empty lot holding a small bouquet of roses that were wilting in the rain, water dripping from the plastic that wrapped the flowers in a failed effort to keep them dry. A Lightning strike flashed to nearby, but the following thunder seemed to bring this man to action, his glacial blue eyes, iced over by years spent in the shadows, snapped to the skies as he saw another flash of lightning streak across the clouds, the thunder beckoning him to follow. Following the lightning he leaps from wall to wall, expertly climbing the distance to the roof where in a low crouch his determined face was harder than granite, she would not escape him this time.

His feet pounded against the roof tops, the growing storm becoming a blur in his eyes as he raced as hard and as fast as his body could carry him, the roses in his hand becoming a red haze, the thorns sticking into his flesh and the pain becoming non-existant when he leaped across an expansive alleyway, landing in a roll and continuing his journey that drove him, a demon who heard the very snap of whips at his heels. The journey seemed like endless blocks, rooftops blurring into a smooth surface despite the leaps and jumps and tumbles to avoid plummeting down to the emptiness below, because that is what he was if he couldn't have her, empty.

Words meant very little to him, they simply got in the way when all he wanted was to be with her, he needed to be with her. Her hair had been long and tied in a simple braid in the small of her back, it was black satin that hung there and begged to be held, like the rest of her. She was beautiful in looks, she had the familiar female curves, she wasn't tall compared to him, although very few trolls ever could try to challenge him in a size contest, his frame simply dwarfed her, and it made her fit so nicely against his chest the last he got to hold her. She had the scent of beauty as well, cinnamon and spice, warmth and comfort, hearth and home, but this distracted nothing from her aura. She had the sheer radiance of love, a motherly love, a kind of emotion that had seemed too foreign for this man to ever learn, afraid that his own inner demons might come back and haunt those he cared for, like his father had when he killed his mother. He needed her comforting smile again, he needed to feel her gaze envelop him one more time.

He swore silently at whoever designed this city to be so large, he only had seconds left before she would disappear, a fourth lightning strike sounding above, this meant he only had two more before her promise was kept to disappear forever into the shadows that saved both of them. A fifth lightning bolt sounded above when his heart sank, a sixth and final bolt would spell his doom into the deepest blackness. He pushed his body harder than ever, the stems crushed in his hand, blood trickling from the thorns that pushed into his flesh. He couldn't fail, not for her, not now.

His heart finally sank as he cleared another alleyway, a sixth flash had finally sounded above him, his heart sank as he fell to his knees, his head bowed in shame as a hand punched the rooftop, the pain shooting through his shoulder but cowering behind the pain that was searing a hole in his chest. How could he have failed her, how? Not when he was so close to her, not when he could have finally thrown away the shadows for someone. "Eric." The voice was so calm and clear, it held his maddened gaze in shock and awe as a light hand rested on his shoulder, it brought him to a slow rise as he turned to see the most beautiful image god could ever have created standing right in front of him.

His hand rose unconsciously to present her with the flowers that were the only physical thing he could think of to express how he felt, they fell dangerously far from how deeply he cared for her. She brought a hand to her lips to hide the grin as she accepted the crushed plants that were wilted and destroyed from the elements, she leaned up on her toes and kissed him gently on the lips, her once dark hair, now a shimmering gold and platinum that danced in the light. "They are beautiful Eric, not because of what they are, but because of who gave them to me." Her once perfect skin now held the briefest of scars from her surgery, her sister had been cruel and heartless, but the same procedure that saved him had allowed her to further understand his pain, the constant seizures that ripped through his muscles now fought against hers, both of them were learning to control them, but tell tale ticks told them that they were closer than ever.

His large arms wrapped around her waist as he brought her closer to him, her slight frame allowed her to reach around his neck and bring her face close to his, both of them inhaled and took the other scents inside of their bodies and felt safe in their union of their souls. He would never let her go again, not ever. And heaven and hell help who so ever sought to disturb her as she knelt her head into his shoulder and began to softly cry, he bowed his head, resting his chin on hers as rain poured from the sky, whatever higher being bathing them in their blessing as they simply held each other, once lost loves now having a chance too rekindle, and two damned souls that had a chance for redemption. "Together forever, yours in life and death Sarah Gaven." "Together forever, yours in life and death my Phantom."

Taur Aurielon, King of Diamonds
400 bp
Magician, Elf

Attributes
Body: 3
Agility: 2
Reaction: 4
Strength: 1
Charisma: 5
Intuition: 3
Logic: 2
Willpower: 5

Edge: 3
Magic: 5 (4)
Initiative: 7
Essence: 5

Active Skills
Spellcasting : 5
Perception (Visual) : 2 (+2)
Counterspelling (Combat spells) : 3 (+2)
Unarmed Combat (Cyber-Implants) : 3 (+2)
Dodge (Ranged Combat) : 2 (+2)
Inflitration (Urban) : 2 (+2)
Etiquette (Corporate) : 2 (+2)

Knowledge Skills
History 3
Literature 3
Ares Maztechnology 3

Languages
Irish Gaelic N
English 3
Cantonese 1 (speak) (+2)
Japanese 1 (speak) (+2)

Negative Qualities
Lost Loved One (Aleanah)
Weak immune System
signature (A playing card of a King of Diamonds left at a scene)
Combat Monster
Sensitive Neural Structure (5bp for being a non-hacker/non-technomancer)

Positive Qualities
First Impression
focused concentration 1

Cyber/Bio
Obvious Full Arm (current stats, b 6, s 7, a 7)
+ Custom Case Mod ( Black Dragon Scales)
+ Customized Cyberlimb (body +3)
+ Customized Cyberlimb (strength +1)
+ Customized Cyberlimb (agility +2)
+ strength rating +3 (pumps it up to the regular cap of 3)


Armors
Clothing (Chic)
form fitting body armor
Securetech PPP leg and arm casings
Securetech PPP forearm
Securetech PPP shin guards
Leather Jacket


Commlinks
Commlink : Meta Link
Response Upgrade (4)
Signal Upgrade (4)
Subvocal Microphone
White Noise Generator (Rating 6)
System (Rating 4)
Firewall (Rating 5)
OS : Vector Xim

Equipments
Sustaining Focus (Rating 3) (Locket with a picture of Aleanah)
Weapon Focus (Rating 2) (his right cyber arm)
Fake License (Rating 4) (Realtor license)
Contact Lenses
+Vision Magnification
+Vision Enhancement (Rating 3)
Glasses
+Image Link
+Flare Compensation
+Thermographic Vision
Earbud
+ Audio Enhancement (Rating 3)
+ Spatial Recognizer
Autopicker (Rating 6)
DocWagon Contract (Basic - per Year)
middle lifestyle (1 month)
2x Fake Sin (Rating 4) (Taur, Real Estate broker/ Taur, Corprate exec)
Magical Lodge Materials (Rating 3)
Hardliner Gloves

Spells
Increase Reflexes (Type: P • Range: T • Duration: S • DV:(F÷2)+2)
Improved Invisibility (Type: P • Range: LOS • Duration: S • DV:(F÷2)+1)
Control Thoughts (Type: M • Range: LOS • Duration: S • DV:(F/2) + 2)
Levitate (Type: P • Range: LOS • Duration: S • DV:(F÷2)+1)
Alter Temperature (Type: P • Range: LOS • Duration: S • DV:(F/2) + 1)
Ice Bolt (Type: P • Range: LOS • Duration: I • DV: (F/2) + 3)
Mist (Type: P • Range: LOS • Duration: I • DV:(F/2) + 3)
[elemental][ice] Barrier (Type: P • Range: LOS • Duration: S • DV:(F/2) + 3)
Shape [Ice] (Type: P • Range: LOS • Duration: S • DV:(F/2) + 3)
Fling (Type: P • Range: LOS • Duration: S • DV:(F/2) + 1)

Contacts
Bartender (L:3 C:6)
Black Market Fencer (L:3 C:6)
Game Watcher ((Fixer and mage mentor)) (L:4 C:6)



Let the Game begin...

Throughout history, a particular group of people have existed. Those with a special sense of things around them, and an uncaring attitude towards anything else. They possessed a heightened need to find one another, be near each other, and to revel in the abilities of a truley unified group. The later half of the twenty-first century is no different. The game is played by five people, helped along by a netowrk of ordinary citizens that have banded together in hopes of whatever the Union may bring. Each player is given a specific designation, one that has been passed down from every generation of The Game. Jack of Clubs, Joker, Ace of Spades, Queen of Hearts, and King of diamonds. 4 members had been identified up to this point, each having seperate lives but having been introduced to one another at a random indoctrination into the rules. The fifth was about to rise, and whether he liked it or not, he would to play the game.

Taur Aurielon had special abilities, he could call forth from the element of water and transform it into ice, unremarkable considering the powers of other mages, until you give that person a reason to think past limitation.

He passed the day as a corporate underling, he had a bit of sway with those under him, but nothing more than the next man up the totem pole. His mage abilities were used primarily to add drama, or to help in day to day activities, he preferred his coffee chilled after all. It was on the day he met his beloved Aleanah that had changed him. It took nearly years of courting the shy woman, but they eventually wed, and it was her belief in Taur's abilities that made him push himself as hard as he could, and he climbed the skeletal structure of his corp, to give his wife everything she ever wanted, and for their children that they would one day have, a future. Sadly his company, based in his emerald homeland of Ireland, was nothing compared to the other megacorps, so it was when talks of a satellite office in America had leaked to the press that the megacorps sensed a threat and decided to take a 'Hostile' approach to eliminate the competition.

Members dressed in black arrived in the office to eradicate every trace of the company that Taur had bled for to rise to any form of fame, he had heard of the massacre's taking place and had ordered his building evacuated, a solemn look in his eyes as nearly the last surviving person slinking down a cluttered alleyway, moving towards home, to his only solace, his beloved Aleanah.

The extermination squads made no mistakes and had known of Taur's home long ago, having arrived before him, and just as his door was in sight, he saw men dressed in black taking Her, kicking and screaming, from him. Tossed unceremoniously into a truck, Taur ran as fast as he could, and just before he could touch the glass of the window, seeing the last glimpse of Aleanah, reached out to him in torn clothes, screaming for him to save her, he felt a ice cold spread through his right shoulder, as steel severed his arm from his body, blood drenching the blade of assassin behind him. It was in this fallen form that a fallen king had risen.

The truck had revved and left, but a few men left behind, they figured they could have fun with him, since he wasn't quite dead yet. They picked him up, screaming like mad hyenas how he had made so much more money that they did, and yet had a tiny house, muddy clothes, and a soon to be dead wife. It was the mentioning of his beloved Aleanah that had caused the King of Diamonds to fully come to power.

"Where is she?" he had muttered nearly silently, leaving the four men to laugh once again and punch him in the stomach, holding him up by the collar of his jacket to keep from collapsing to the ground, all the while the blood left his body, leaving him a pale countenance, but it was this blood that had called to him, it screamed at him to call a Vendetta, and it just so happened that blood is mostly water. The blood had frozen in mid air, filling up the space reserved for an arm into a thin moving spike that was rammed through the first soldiers stomach and out his back, the ice mixture melting within the warm body of the soon to be cold corpse. Two of the men stared in horror as they watched a sudden victory slowly come full circle, and death's hand point to them, "Where is she?"

Of the three remaining, one guard turned to run, "Freeze" and in one half spoken word the blood on the soldiers boots froze to the earth, causing the man to fall flat, bones snapping as his ankles broke inside of the boots. A glacial gaze fell upon the remaining standing hit men, one man simply putting the gun to the others head and pulling the trigger, his face, stricken with the paths of shed tears as he inserted the gun into his mouth and pulled the trigger. The motion mimicked by the commanding King as he slowly walked over to the broken man on the ground, a familiar scene a few moments ago, but quite reversed. Frost quickly spread over the metal armor as the blood-ice arm was softly sent slithering along the mans face, taking the sticking tears as ice overcame the broken man, leaving only his head, and one arm remaining unaffected, "Who Took Her?"

His tone commanding as he saw a man crying endlessly, knowing a horrible death to be near for the last man responsible in this conspiracy. The soldier reached down to a pocket in his neck, a secret hidden from the corps that hired him as he retrieved a single playing card on it, and left it on his chest as the ice overcame him and a final scream was cut off as a face was forever frozen in pain. Taur left the scene with the card, his foot collapsing through the chest of the dead soldier as he stared blankly at this thing that foretold his participation in a great chess match, where players moved all over the world and found one another for their own ends, where others manipulated them for goals both malicious and benevolent. It was The Game that had manipulated the worlds events to where Taur would have no choice but to participate. That day he became the King of Diamonds, and he forever searched for his missing wife, in hopes that he would find her alive, and that he would find all those that had particpated in the extinction of his previous life, making sure they would feel an icy touch on them as death laid judgement on them.

The Magician's Path.

The Glacier's flow
Combat: Ice
Detection: Water
Health: Earth
Illusion: Fire
Manipulation: Man
Drain: Willpower + Charisma

This a private school of thought, brought about by vengeance and a deep hearted desire to harm those that have harmed Aleanah. Keeping a cool head is essential in combat, and in everything else. Without it, one can become disoriented, become unaware of the killing blow heading for them. Taur has perfected his own minds ability at manipulation, to see the puzzles beginning and end and not care what lies in the middle. A cold heart beats within the chest of this man who see's colors not as what they were but as illusions for all, carressing egos and intimidating timids. Through a glacial mind, Taur can accomplish anything that is needed, no matter what.

Dromier, a lady
Female Shapeshifter (eagle) ((Runners companion page 86))
400bp magician
Queen of Hearts

Attributes
Body: 3
Agility: 5
Reaction: 1
Strength: 4
Charisma: 3 (4)
Intuition: 4
Logic: 2
Willpower: 2 (4)

Edge: 2
Magic: 5
Initiative: 5
Essence: 6

Active Skills
Con : 4
Etiquette : 4
Leadership : 4
Negotiation : 4
Spellcasting (Health) : 3 (5)
Perception (Visual) : 2 (4)
Dodge (Ranged Combat) : 2 (4)
Exotic melee Weapon (pole arm / glaive) : 3 (5)
Blades (Knives) : 1 (3)
Intimidation (physical) 1 (3)

Knowledge Skills
English : N
Japanese : 3
Cantonese : 3
Mandarin : 3
Billard : 3
Triad : 3
Hong Kong Triads : 3

Positive Qualities
First Impression
Magician
Nasty vibe

Negative Qualities
signature (an eagle feather and a playing card.)
Sensitive System
Thrill Seeker
Aspected Magician (sorcery)

Weapons
Pole Arm
+ personalized Grip
+ custom look 2
4x Knife
4x + personalized Grip
4x + custom look 2

Armors
form fitting body armor
Securetech PPP forearm
Securetech PPP shin guards
Securetech PPP leg and arm casings
Leather Jacket
Clothing (Chic)

Commlinks
Commlink : Meta Link
Response Upgrade (4)
Signal Upgrade (4)
Subvocal Microphone
OS : Vector Xim
System (Rating 4)
Firewall (Rating 4)


Equipments
Sustaining Focus (Rating 3)
Sustaining Focus (Rating 3)
2x Fake License (Rating 4)
Contact Lenses
+Thermographic Vision
+Image Link
Earbud
+ Audio Enhancement (Rating 3)
+ Spatial Recognizer
Autopicker (Rating 6)
Survival Kit
Medkit (Rating 4)
DocWagon Contract (Gold - per Year)
2x Fake Sin (Rating 4)
combat load vest

Spells
Increase Reflexes
Magic Fingers
Levitate
Increase [Attribute]

Contacts
Slippy (L:4 C:6)

Night blocked the city from the harsh light of the Sun, blanketing her children in the warmth of darkness and the coolness of glittering diamonds in the sky. Only would they be reflected by the bustling life that flowed beneath the skies that wrapped the city in a loving embrace, leaving the streets below, and the people who wandered them to hide from what they did not know in the buildings that shielded from what evil may lie outside, or above them on the rooftops, the domain of very few strong enough to fight against the encroaching darkness with their own brand of light.

One such girl had her leather clad legs sung over the edge of a skyscraper who's sheer height struck fear into the hearts of those who worked on the top floor. Her crimson curtain of hair shown in the reflected light as she lay against the concrete that was still warm from the days heat, her toes tapping against the air to an unknown ancient rythm that played in her ears. A smile lit her almond shaped face as she bobbed and weaved her head, mere millimeters from the edge from falling to what would be a hideous death, and yet she was unafraid, enjoying her reprieve from the people below. Her teeth drew across her lower lip as she swayed more and more with the rhythm of her personal play list a wide smile being drawn over her face before the shining emerald fields of her eyes snapped open, glistening in the moonlight, as she grabbed the silver scythe that laid next to her and with nothing more than a grin, flung herself over the edge of the building plummeting to the people below.

With a twist in the air her twin bladed staff rested across her shoulders, steely reminders of wings as the leather clad femme flew through the air, wind whipping at her hair as freedom flew past her, flowing against her smooth skin and she saw people gazer at her in amazement as she fell faster and faster towards the concrete. with merely a twist in mid air the beautiful girl that filled the air was instead twisted and seamlessly shifted into that of an eagle that fell with the same momentum and pulled up, bare inches from the heads that watched her fall and the eagle soar away into the night.

The same music drove the twisting eagle as she flew through her iron jungle screaming past blocks and blocks of people, hundreds of thousands of strangers that she paid no heed to as the glittering emerald eyes of the strange eagle locked onto an open window of a five story office building that loomed closer and closer to the bird of prey, as she was hunting this night her form was quite proper. A sudden screech streaked through the night as the eagle announced her presence and somersaulted through the air, wings twisted around its frame as the flame haired, leather clad girl flung feet first onto the floor, a kindly smile on her face as she addressed the only non-threat in the room sitting behind his desk surrounded by four other men who's professions were more than likely less than legal. "There are a few rules a gentlemen should follow when he tries to court a lady..." Her lyrical voice was playful as she still swayed lightly to her music, her twin bladed glaive folded along her back drawing the obvious attention of his guards. "First, don't let her pay for the food unless she cooks for you..."

The sickened look on the suits face was the only cue the thugs needed as they drew out weapons from places that seemed anatomically inconceivable. This drew a quiet giggle from the maiden as she quickly spun on her toes, the glaive in her hands as it twisted through the air, and sliced through the hands of two guards. Her fully shaped form flowing like a trained dancer's through the tight quarters, one end of the spinning metal staff took a billy club by the string from the hand of one guard and whipped him repeatedly with it as she spun her favorite toy through the room. Sashaying over to the desk, her hips rocking back and forth as she walked seemingly calmly, the last guard scared white as he panicked, pulling the charger arm back to pull up a round into the magazine of his smg and pulling the trigger on the warrior woman who took out three men in mere seconds.

"Second, when you say you are going to escort her home, make sure you actually take her to Her home." Another giggle left her smile as the weapon clicked once and refused to let out any destruction, he forgot that the particular gun didn't need a chambered round. A distinct look of a man who commited a grave and pant-color changing mistake came over the last two males in the room as she cleanly spun the glaive once under her arm to hold it out of the way, and dispatch of the last guard as his head slowly slid from his neck, a crimson band of blood eschewing from his neck, as she sat down on the desk, her legs carelessly cast over desk, one foot very close to his chest as locked her cheerful gaze onto him, not a single spot of blood had shed itself onto her form. "And third, this being one of the most important rules, Call her the morning after the date." and with no more than a care-free shove of her booted foot, he flew through the window, an eagle not far behind that sailed into the night air, a poker card left on the desk, amidst the destruction and mayhem. A signature calling card of the Queen of Hearts.

Conner Lafferty
Ork
400 BP
Joker - The only true wild card in The Game

Attributes (190 bp)
Body: 4
Agility: 5
Reaction: 5
Strength: 4
Charisma: 3
Intuition: 5
Logic: 3
Willpower: 2

Edge: 5
Initiative: 10
Essence: 4
Magic 4 (2)

Active Skills (110 BP)
(stealth skill group 3)
Disguise
Inflitration
Palming
Shadowing
(Athletics Skill Group 2)
Climbing
Gymnastics
Running
Swimming
Spellcasting (health) 2 (+2)
Dodge (ranged) 3 (+2)
Perception (visual) 2 (+2)
Pistols (semi automatic) 5 (+2)

Knowledge Skills (24 free bp)
English: N
Irish: 3
Spanish: 3
Sperethiel: 3
Russian 3
Or'Zet 3
CyberDoc's: 3
Armorers 3
Talismongers 3

Positive Qualities (+35 bp)
Magician
Ambidextrous
Martial Arts 1 (krav maga)
Restricted gear (10 bp) (This character can buy exceptionially 2 item with an availiability up to 20)

Negative Qualities (-35 bp)
Signature (pennies on the eyes of the dead)
Combat Monster
Prejudice (15) (Apathetic people and Evil Mobsters)

Spells (9 bp)
Increased Reflexes
Heal
Improved Invisibility

Gear

Magical Gear (62,000 + 6 BP)
Sustaining Focus (rating 3)
Sustaining Focus (rating 3)
Magical Lodge (rating 4)

Cyberwares (54,500)
Obvious Full Arm (current stats, bod 3, str 3, agi 9)
-Customized (base of 6 agility)
-Enhancement (agility +3)
-Increased capacity (+2)
-External Mount
-Cyber Holster

Obvious Full Arm (current stats, bod 3, str 3, agi 9)
-Customized (base of 6 agility)
-Enhancement (agility +3)
-Increased capacity (+2)
-External Mount
-Cyber Holster


Biowares
n/a

Armors (4850) (8/8 for encumbrance; 11/8 for damage)

Clothing (Chic)
form fitting body armor
Securetech PPP Leg and Arm Casings
Securetech PPP vitals protector plate
Securetech PPP shin guards
Securetech PPP forearm
SteamPunk Over Coat


Weapons (26,400)

Ruger Thunderbolt (smartgun included) (mounted into the cyber arm slide)
+ Additional Clip
+ Extended Clip
+ Personal Grip
+ Custom Look 2

Ruger Thunderbolt (smartgun included) (mounted into the cyber arm slide)
+ Additional Clip
+ Extended Clip
+ Personal Grip
+ Custom Look 2


Ruger Super Warhawk (left shoulder external mount)
+ Small modification (to SA)
+ Increased Cylinder (to 8 rounds)
+ Gas Vent 2
+ Custom Look 2
+ Smart Gun
+ Camera Upgrade (thermographic vision)

Ruger Super Warhawk (right shoulder external mount)
+ Small modification (to SA)
+ Increased Cylinder (to 8 rounds)
+ Gas Vent 2
+ Custom Look 2
+ Smart Gun
+ Camera Upgrade (thermographic vision)

Ares Predator IV (smartgun include, right cyber holster)
+ Additional clip
+ Silencer (integral)
+ Personal Grip
+ Custom Look 2

Ares Predator IV (smartgun include, Left cyber holster)
+ Additional clip
+ Silencer (integral)
+ Personal Grip
+ Custom Look 2

Survival Knife

Ammo, clips, and accesories (5,260)
320 Ex-Explosive Ammo organized as follows:
- 10 speed revolver loaders (8 rounds each)
- 10 Thunder Bolt Clips (12 rounds each)
- 10 Ares Predator IV Clips (12 rounds each)

120 Rounds Stick n' Shock Ammo
- 10 ThunderBolt Clips (12 rounds each)

2x Hidden Arm Slides

Commlinks (6,350)
AR Gloves
Subvocal Microphone
Commlink : Meta Link
OS : Vector Xim
System (Rating 6)
Firewall (Rating 6)



Equipments
- 2x Emoti-toys (mobile) (modded into parrots that sit on each shoulder, wings flap and the head does swivel, but modded so that the Ruger Super Warhawks are inside of them, the birds open up and release the weapon when it's ready to fire.  Hey pal, smile at the birdie)
-Rappeling Gloves
-Autopicker (rating 6)
-GPS
-Biomonitor
-Medkit (rating 6)
-Microwire x4 (per 100m)
-Climbing Gear
-Grapple Gun
-Contact Lenses
+ Image Link
+ Vision Magnification
+ Vision Enhancement (Rating 3)
-Glasses
+ Flare Compensation
+ Image Link
+ Smartlink
+ Thermographic Vision
-Earbud
+ Audio Enhancement (Rating 3)
+ Spatial Recognizer
-Combat Load Vest
+ 4 Ammo Pouches (1 for each style of gun, +1 for the thunder bolts stick and shock ammo)
-Licenses
+ 8x Fake Licenses (4)
+ 3 Fake SIN (4)

Martial Arts (5 points already in the qualites, and 4 more bp for the maneuvers)
-Krav Maga (take aim as a free Action)
+ Full Offense Maneuver
+ Multi-Strike


Contacts (18bp)

The Original Boondock Saints

Connor MacManus (4L/5C)
(Armorer, Black Market Fencer)
Murphy MacManus (4L/5C)
(Fixer, usual Johnson when it comes to taking out mafia types)

BackGround:

Now you will receive us.
We do not ask for your poor, or your hungry.
We do not want your tired and sick.
It is your corrupt we claim.
It is your evil that will be sought by us.
With every breath we shall hunt them down.
Each day, we will spill their blood till it rains down from the skies.
Do not kill, do not rape, do not steal, these are principles which every man of every faith can embrace.
These are not polite suggestions, these are codes of behavior and those of you that ignore them will pay the dearest cost.
There are varying degrees of evil, we urge you lesser forms of filth not to push the bounds and cross over, into true corruption, into our domain.
For if you do, one day you will look behind you and you will see we three. And on that day, you will reap it.
And we will send you to whatever god you wish.

And shepherds we shall be, for Thee, my Lord, for Thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy hand.
That our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command. So we shall flow a river forth to Thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be.

What Saint will you pray for?

This Story is Mine and True
my life is that of chaos
my beliefs are that of law
no one should have seen the horrors that i saw
i was born to a world where all is true
my eyes looked up to a sky that was bright and blue
crime, decadence, and lies
fed this world like trash to flies
my family, of those that remained
rebuke this evil world, that would celebrate our righteous name
this wish would be true, if only it were so
that i wasn't the last of my family, the last one to know
i was born to this city
Boston is it's name
with fields of concrete and steel
energy so vibrant that its all you can feel
to a mother so beautiful and pure
that it wasn't long till evil took hold of the lure
it was simple, she owned a bar, Lafferty and Stantz
my family were the hundreds of regular patrons
all of the uncles and aunts
we laughed, cried, hated, and loved
till the day five men entered, all hands black leather gloved
they cursed and threatened about money falsely owed
we couldn't let them hurt us, not our family not our home
it was easy, we thought, a good bar fight founded on violence and fun
till we discovered what happened to good people who rise up against those with guns
it all happened in moments, flashes of thunder and fire
for evil to triumph, for their blood lust to have found what they desired
I was on the ground, burning with pain, covered in blood
a child who should be catching colds, coming home caked in mud
each man walked by, put a bullet in each head
I couldn't move, couldn't face the fact that i would soon be dead
covered in blood, unable to see, i could only hear as they all turned towards me
shaking with fear, trapped in darkness i knew what was coming, i couldn't have ducked
when i heard other voices "Erin go Braugh" 'What's that mean' "It's Irish for 'you're F {SRO EDIT} -ed"
Once again, fire and thunder, was all that could be heard
and after a few seconds, it was all over, you could even hear birds
2 voices remained, walking and praying for those who lost all
they finally came to me, i heard on nearly fall
they found me alive, 2 brothers, who arrived moments too late
it was their teachings, their love, that taught me who to hate
it was murderers, rapists, and thieves that ruined a world that once was beloved
and it was good men, who did nothing, left this societal cancer ignored
who made me realize were the most abhorred
they finished my schooling, taught me math and history
they also let me learn that above all else treasure trust and family
it's been 15 years since i was found, and given hope
and still i wonder why they always bring rope.