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Vigilante

2018-07-23T20:46:24Z

Bootleather:

{{Infobox
|title = Vigilante
|image= [[File:Valentine marshal by notesz-dca7rqw.jpg|200px|thumb|left|alt text]]
|header1= Detective
|header2= Pistolero
|header3= Face
|header4=
|label5 = Player
|data5 = [https://www.reddit.com/user/Bootleather/]
|label6= Metatype
|data6 = Human
|label7 = Street Cred
|data7= 1
|label8 = Notoriety
|data8 = 1
|label9 = Public Awareness
|data9= 0
|label10 = Titles and Awards
|data10 = 0
|label13 = D.O.B.
|data13 = Not Found
|label14 = Folder
|data14 =[https://drive.google.com/open?id=1huNr84QsBEjNIufxk43Qke_E4GIf9BX-]
|label16 = Priority
|data16 = Metatype - E Attributes - B Magic/Resonance - E Skills - B Resources - A
}}

=Character Information=

===Current Events===
A newcomer to Seattle but not to the Shadows, his latest dead end trailed off here and now he's bumming it around in the middle-dark looking for work and drinking himself slowly to death while trying to figure out his next steps.

===Summary===
A Runner with a burned out Chip-Jack, not sure where his original personality ends and his BTL begins. Stable. Efficient. Driven to find answers to how he ended up like this. Reliable and consistent.

===Background===
It's the question that his driven my life, defined it as I know it. The single overiding purpose to my being ever since I woke up in that alley in Hong Kong ten years ago with a burned out chip-jack in the back of my head and a head full of BTL memories that no amount of cyber- scrubbing, whiskey or juju can fix. What was I before I stuck that chip in my head? Was I some random junkie? Was I washed up runner or a cop? Was I a politician or a gangster? Was I just a nobody looking to escape an empty life with the fabricated memories of a 20th century film noir detective? I don't even know if it's me that's looking for the answer or if it's just part of the program that fried my neurons. I have skills... Did they belong to who I was before or are they just a part of the beetle?

These skills help me walk in the shadows, help keep me alive even when I just want to crawl into a dive and pound back grain alchohal until I die. The skills get me work and the work leads me onward. City to City. Sometimes I find traces. Sometimes I find peices. A sense of deja-vu. A barely glimpsed face in the rain that vanishes when I start looking for it to hard. Questions piled on questions. For a price I can find the answers to most. You come to me with a problem that needs solving? I can figure it. If I can't I can find the people who can. The only thing I can figure out is my own personal mystery.

Who was I? Why do all the cyber-docs and deckers I talk to tell me that the ruined chip-jack in my skull shows signs of being sabotaged? Where did all the ware I am sporting come from? Half of it I only found when I hit up a cyberdoc for unrelated issues. There has been some serious gene-twisting done in me, some heavy nuyen stuff to make me faster and more reactive... Not to mention the shakes I get if I am ever to far away from my next hit of drink or whatever drug suits my mood. The come down aint anything like what I seen other druggies go through. What am I?
Am I the chip or the man?

===Goals===
* Find out his past

===Living Arrangements===
Redmond Appartments

== Narrative Significant Qualities ==

==Run History==

==Affiliations==

===Contacts===

===Organizations===

===Allies===

===Enemies===

=In Character Information=

==Symbols and Signatures==
Hard to miss a guy with a partial cyber-skull like his.

==Matrix Search Table==

==Shadow Community Table==

==SINs==
John Jacoby - Private Investigator

==Appearance==

=== Clothing ===

===Matrix Persona===
A flat 2d Blue Man

===Vehicles===

==Media Mentions==

==ShadowGrid Profile Comments==

[[Category:Player Characters]]
[[Category:Shadowrunners]]
[[Category:Templates]]

Vigilante

2018-07-23T20:45:43Z

Bootleather:

{{Infobox
|title = Vigilante
|image= [[File:Valentine marshal by notesz-dca7rqw.jpg]]
|header1= Detective
|header2= Pistolero
|header3= Face
|header4=
|label5 = Player
|data5 = [https://www.reddit.com/user/Bootleather/]
|label6= Metatype
|data6 = Human
|label7 = Street Cred
|data7= 1
|label8 = Notoriety
|data8 = 1
|label9 = Public Awareness
|data9= 0
|label10 = Titles and Awards
|data10 = 0
|label13 = D.O.B.
|data13 = Not Found
|label14 = Folder
|data14 =[https://drive.google.com/open?id=1huNr84QsBEjNIufxk43Qke_E4GIf9BX-]
|label16 = Priority
|data16 = Metatype - E Attributes - B Magic/Resonance - E Skills - B Resources - A
}}

=Character Information=

===Current Events===
A newcomer to Seattle but not to the Shadows, his latest dead end trailed off here and now he's bumming it around in the middle-dark looking for work and drinking himself slowly to death while trying to figure out his next steps.

===Summary===
A Runner with a burned out Chip-Jack, not sure where his original personality ends and his BTL begins. Stable. Efficient. Driven to find answers to how he ended up like this. Reliable and consistent.

===Background===
It's the question that his driven my life, defined it as I know it. The single overiding purpose to my being ever since I woke up in that alley in Hong Kong ten years ago with a burned out chip-jack in the back of my head and a head full of BTL memories that no amount of cyber- scrubbing, whiskey or juju can fix. What was I before I stuck that chip in my head? Was I some random junkie? Was I washed up runner or a cop? Was I a politician or a gangster? Was I just a nobody looking to escape an empty life with the fabricated memories of a 20th century film noir detective? I don't even know if it's me that's looking for the answer or if it's just part of the program that fried my neurons. I have skills... Did they belong to who I was before or are they just a part of the beetle?

These skills help me walk in the shadows, help keep me alive even when I just want to crawl into a dive and pound back grain alchohal until I die. The skills get me work and the work leads me onward. City to City. Sometimes I find traces. Sometimes I find peices. A sense of deja-vu. A barely glimpsed face in the rain that vanishes when I start looking for it to hard. Questions piled on questions. For a price I can find the answers to most. You come to me with a problem that needs solving? I can figure it. If I can't I can find the people who can. The only thing I can figure out is my own personal mystery.

Who was I? Why do all the cyber-docs and deckers I talk to tell me that the ruined chip-jack in my skull shows signs of being sabotaged? Where did all the ware I am sporting come from? Half of it I only found when I hit up a cyberdoc for unrelated issues. There has been some serious gene-twisting done in me, some heavy nuyen stuff to make me faster and more reactive... Not to mention the shakes I get if I am ever to far away from my next hit of drink or whatever drug suits my mood. The come down aint anything like what I seen other druggies go through. What am I?
Am I the chip or the man?

===Goals===
* Find out his past

===Living Arrangements===
Redmond Appartments

== Narrative Significant Qualities ==

==Run History==

==Affiliations==

===Contacts===

===Organizations===

===Allies===

===Enemies===

=In Character Information=

==Symbols and Signatures==
Hard to miss a guy with a partial cyber-skull like his.

==Matrix Search Table==

==Shadow Community Table==

==SINs==
John Jacoby - Private Investigator

==Appearance==

=== Clothing ===

===Matrix Persona===
A flat 2d Blue Man

===Vehicles===

==Media Mentions==

==ShadowGrid Profile Comments==

[[Category:Player Characters]]
[[Category:Shadowrunners]]
[[Category:Templates]]

File:Valentine marshal by notesz-dca7rqw.jpg

2018-07-23T20:45:33Z

Bootleather:

Vigilante

2018-07-23T20:44:05Z

Bootleather: Runner - Detective, Pistolero

{{Infobox
|title = Vigilante
|image= [[File:Valentine marshal by notesz-dca7rqw.jpg]]
|header1= Detective
|header2= Pistolero
|header3= Face
|header4=
|label5 = Player
|data5 = [https://www.reddit.com/user/Bootleather/]
|label6= Metatype
|data6 = Human
|label7 = Street Cred
|data7= 1
|label8 = Notoriety
|data8 = 1
|label9 = Public Awareness
|data9= 0
|label10 = Titles and Awards
|data10 = 0
|label13 = D.O.B.
|data13 = Not Found
|label14 = Folder
|data14 =[https://drive.google.com/open?id=1huNr84QsBEjNIufxk43Qke_E4GIf9BX-]
|label16 = Priority
|data16 = Metatype - E Attributes - B Magic/Resonance - E Skills - B Resources - A
}}

=Character Information=

===Current Events===
A newcomer to Seattle but not to the Shadows, his latest dead end trailed off here and now he's bumming it around in the middle-dark looking for work and drinking himself slowly to death while trying to figure out his next steps.

===Summary===
A Runner with a burned out Chip-Jack, not sure where his original personality ends and his BTL begins. Stable. Efficient. Driven to find answers to how he ended up like this. Reliable and consistent.

===Background===
It's the question that his driven my life, defined it as I know it. The single overiding purpose to my being ever since I woke up in that alley in Hong Kong ten years ago with a burned out chip-jack in the back of my head and a head full of BTL memories that no amount of cyber- scrubbing, whiskey or juju can fix. What was I before I stuck that chip in my head? Was I some random junkie? Was I washed up runner or a cop? Was I a politician or a gangster? Was I just a nobody looking to escape an empty life with the fabricated memories of a 20th century film noir detective? I don't even know if it's me that's looking for the answer or if it's just part of the program that fried my neurons. I have skills... Did they belong to who I was before or are they just a part of the beetle?

These skills help me walk in the shadows, help keep me alive even when I just want to crawl into a dive and pound back grain alchohal until I die. The skills get me work and the work leads me onward. City to City. Sometimes I find traces. Sometimes I find peices. A sense of deja-vu. A barely glimpsed face in the rain that vanishes when I start looking for it to hard. Questions piled on questions. For a price I can find the answers to most. You come to me with a problem that needs solving? I can figure it. If I can't I can find the people who can. The only thing I can figure out is my own personal mystery.

Who was I? Why do all the cyber-docs and deckers I talk to tell me that the ruined chip-jack in my skull shows signs of being sabotaged? Where did all the ware I am sporting come from? Half of it I only found when I hit up a cyberdoc for unrelated issues. There has been some serious gene-twisting done in me, some heavy nuyen stuff to make me faster and more reactive... Not to mention the shakes I get if I am ever to far away from my next hit of drink or whatever drug suits my mood. The come down aint anything like what I seen other druggies go through. What am I?
Am I the chip or the man?

===Goals===
* Find out his past

===Living Arrangements===
Redmond Appartments

== Narrative Significant Qualities ==
[[File:MarionGlitch.gif|frame|right]]

==Run History==

==Affiliations==

===Contacts===

===Organizations===

===Allies===

===Enemies===

=In Character Information=

==Symbols and Signatures==
Hard to miss a guy with a partial cyber-skull like his.

==Matrix Search Table==
{| class="wikitable sortable"
|-
! Threshold
! Info

==Shadow Community Table==
{| class="wikitable sortable"
|-
! Threshold
! Info

==SINs==
John Jacoby - Private Investigator

==Appearance==

=== Clothing ===

===Matrix Persona===
A flat 2d Blue Man

===Vehicles===
[[File:Westwind.png|1020px]]

==Media Mentions==

==ShadowGrid Profile Comments==

[[Category:Player Characters]]
[[Category:Shadowrunners]]
[[Category:Templates]]