ShadowHaven Reloaded - User contributions [en]

That Font Ever Flowing

2021-05-09T16:22:11Z

Dandy: /* Player After Action Reports (AARs) */

d{{AARInfobox|
|Date=2082-05-02
|GM=Archtmag
|Location=Renton, Seattle
|RunnerList={{AARCharacterList|Charon|Max "Dench" Britvic|Hare Trigger|Ace}}
|RunnerCasualties=Charon burnt a point of edge.
|Threat=Medium
|OppositionFaction=Rogue Magicians
|OppositionUnits={{AARCharacterList|Rug Seller|Greg|Blood Spirit}}
|OppositionCasualties=Black Mage's sacrifice temple
|Notes=
|}}

==Summary==
Four runners try to find a missing girl. It's way worse than you think.

==Background==
There's been a bunch of orks going missing in Renton's less constructed areas. This has attracted some attention and runners are contacted by their fixers to make sure this isn't something really bad.

==The Meet==
The meet is somewhat simple. The mother of Ling, the kidnapped ork girl, is obviously distressed and trying to keep herself in check as one person after another turns up. Massive troll, a rabbit girl, completely cloaked figure asking questions -- you name it. The mother offers tea and tells what little she knows -- Ling worked a job after school to make ends meet, doesn't have any enemies and that's about it. Occasionally didn't take the bus to save money. Charon offers 500 Nuyen for the mother to keep her going until they find her daughter. The mother's insistent on not taking it, but Charon convinces her to keep it, since an upper class vampire like her doesn't really need it.

==The Plan==
The plan is to go track the route Ling took home, question local joints, maybe find the kidnapper. Failing that, use Hare as bait.

==The Run==
The run starts with Charon's car almost being stolen. She stares the two delinquent orks down and gives them one very generous chance to leave before they scratch her rims further. This happens. Later, two of the party arrive at the soy fast food joint Ling worked at. Charon forces her way to the front of the line, tells the people complaining to back off with a glare. She asks for the manager, heads to the back room and questions the man smoking cigars in the back as much as she can. Leveraging her Private Investigator license (which is fake), she gets a few answers, but unfortunately nothing useful. Failing to get much, she heads off with Ace while Hare and Dench head off to their homes to get equipment.

While tracking down the path Ling took northward towards her home, Charon spots a spirit while Ace notices a blood trail. Checking the trail, Ace notices it's heading in a direction while Charon sneaks into an abandoned building, aiming to get to the roof where the spirit's perched at. Ace follows after her and picks the lock on the roof access and Charon kills the watcher. The trail is followed and some store managers nearby are questioned once the trail runs cold, including a simsense shop, an abandoned building, some squatters and a rug seller. Various ends are tracked, such as a couple buying a big rug being tailed home and cruelly interrogating homeless people, but to no avail. All they get to know from a hungover woman is that Ling was taken by a big figure and the homeless woman hid out of fear.

Unfortunately, there is no progress made, so it's time for plan B. Hare is set to be bait as a somewhat defenseless-looking individual and the kidnapper takes the bait. The fight's over sooner than one can even imagine as Hare pumps the ork full of concussive shock. Pinned in an alleyway, he's interrogated by the most horrifying vampire he's ever seen while Dunch, high on Guts, holds him down and is blissfully immune to Charon's vampiric intimidation powers. The unrepentant mass murderer appears to not really have much to answer for and claims all of his victims to have died. Charon feels something is off about this, since the man is mundane, and drains his Essence down to the last drop for daring to attack Hare.

After this, they decide to go looking back at the stores and circle around the back. The rug store's back door is locked, but Charon Mist Forms under the door frame and wrests the barricade off from within. Upon closer inspection, this back room has a rug concealing a trap door which the team opens up, showing a ward for Charon's dual natured eyes. Given that there was a watcher spirit at the crime scene, she feels this is a lead once more. A drone flies down from Ace, checking the underground as Charon turns her dual-natured state off and sleazes past the ward. Screams come from deeper within, revealing the shop owner to be the cause of the murders instead. A black mage, summoning a blood spirit!

Dench sets his shield as a barricade in the doorway and Ace shoots a frag grenade in the cramped ritual room where the mage and his fellow spirit are completely eviscerated. Dench resists the shrapnel thanks to his shield without issue, but so does the blood spirit which is now free to rampage. Considering it's currently in its domain, the team decides not to fight it here and runs back while it consumes its past owner's body's remains. Once back on the surface level, the team prepares to fight the blood spirit as it zooms after them -- Charon's prepared and with State of Purity filling her body with malice, punches the blood spirit into a gory explosion in a single hit.

==Aftermath==
Unfortunately, the girl couldn't be saved. Regardless, Hare accepts the payment, having to pay her rent. Charon leaves it and gives the woman her condolences -- while Ling's dead and gone, the mage won't be sacrificing anyone else.

==Rewards==

*'''For everyone but Hare Trigger:''' 12 Karma (12 RVP)
*'''Hare Trigger:''' 11 Karma, 2000 Nuyen (12 RVP)
*2 CDP

==Game Quotes==

{{Gamequote|Amusing quote from game.}}

==Player After Action Reports (AARs)==
===[[Charon]]===
I punched a fucking blood spirit. Feels bad for those folks in the ghettos somewhat, but hey. I punched a fucking blood spirit. Also I wasn't aware changelings came in rabbit flavor. What the hell?

Ace and Dench are cool. I owe 'em one for having my back.

===[[Hare Trigger]]===
Well, this one could have gone better. The fellow with the club almost got the drop on me, but thankfully the rest of the team was close enough to distract him. Thought that would have been the end of it, but the others had a hunch the trouble went deeper, so we followed up, and whaddya know? Fragging blood mages, spirits, creepy hidden murder rooms, all the drek straight out of the Trids. Mage got diced before the fragger could be more of an issue, but that blood spirit demonstrated some impressive resilience to grenades. At least, til Charon punched it. Good thing she was around, because my weapons were pretty much useless. Still, job done, though I can't help but feel like a rotten bitch for accepting payment when we couldn't save Ling...

=== [[Max "Dench" Britvic]] ===
Shame for my first go at this... so far I've still failed to save someone. Lord knows I'll pay for it, and here's to hoping I can do better. Meanwhile, I've proven capable at being a wall... didn't even feel that frag going off in front of me. I wanted to punch the bloody thing too, but seeing how it just swept pass that bullet, think it was better to leave that to Charon. Interesting fellows I've met though. I've heard of these SURGE'd people but haven't really met that many, and this one was a rabbit. Or a hare... or bunny I don't know really. Fluffy ears.

[[Category:Runs]]

That Font Ever Flowing

2021-05-05T14:42:24Z

Dandy: Fixed the tagging for my name

Max "Dench" Britvic

2021-04-26T19:20:25Z

Dandy:

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=Character Information=

===Summary===
"Pie Iesu Domine, Dona eis requiem." Max is far from a proper Christian, but just about any forgiveness is appreciated and will go as far as to flay thyne own flesh to find it. Ex-bodyguard to a prolific figure in the Ork Underground, Dench's life came crashing down around him when he failed in his duty to protect his principle who was kidnapped whilst he was incapacitated. But the common rumour was that Dench did nothing to stop the attack. Warboss of the Skraacha had denounced him a traitor to the trog and had him driven out of business, though not one to give in so easily, he's clawing back at every chance to prove himself innocent. With no other legs to stand on, Dench has resorted to shadowrunning in hopes of restoring his reputation.

*'''''Trivia:'''''
**''Standing 9ft tall before he was 18, his first job was as a bouncer at a club he legally and literally couldn't walk inside.''
**''Whilst working with the activist Orxploitation singer 'Busted Tusk', he was often involved in photoshoots where he would wield heavy weaponry (which he has no clue how to use).''
**''Dench is very easily impressed with snippets of poetry or religious texts which he likes to quote.''
**''He thought they looked cool but didn't want to loose his natural eyes; so Dench got some fake contacts that look like cybereyes instead.''

===Goals===
'''Short Term:'''

*Earn enough to replace lost income
*Convince others that he is innocent
*Improve skills with practice, enhance with cybernetics and specifically learn how to use heavy weaponry

'''Long Term'''

*Earn the trust of Warboss and the rest of Skraacha once again
*Find and help struggling trogs
*Learn more about religions and literature, discovering more about redemption.

==Background==

“Dench by name, Dench by nature.”

Max Britvic was born in the Barrens back in 2050, the son of two troll teens meeting each other in a shelter during the Night of Rage. Such an event, so fortunate yet so damned, was akin to a tragedy of Shakespeare, one that held their choice to have a child for an entire decade. “Would it be the right thing to do?” they questioned themselves, before finally answering “Yes.”

Flourishing his speech and writing with as many a metaphor, simile, quote, and reference he can remember, he displayed a slight aptitude for the art of poetry even from a young age but was never schooled properly given his background and by most standards doesn’t know that much. In stark comparison, however, his strength and durability were outstanding even amongst his kin. To work as a dogsbody was probably his destiny, but it has since twisted and spiralled much like his horns growing ever more prominent as he experiences the world, and the world experiences him.

With a good word in from his parents to a friend of theirs, he started earning an actual salary come 18 as a bouncer of all things. His SINless parents didn’t mind breaking the law, so lying a little about his age with his stature at that time was hardly a heartbreak; and it was a good investment too. Always a kindly sir to good patrons of the establishment, he made quite a few friendships. Some with the common folk, others with staff, and most importantly: one or two with singers in the Orxploitation scene that had emerged during his teen years. A certain band called “The Survivors” took such a liking to him that they proposed the offer of a bodyguarding job. Moving his twenties with a new occupation, Max got to enjoy the environment that was the Ork Underground and the many music festivals and concerts that spoke the vox populi.

Max prefers Troll Metal, but was mostly employed by general Goblin Rockers and so came to learn quite a bit about the genre as well as the bars and clubs he’d be attending them in. Possibly the greatest friend he made in this scene was a particularly influential singer who donned the stage name of ‘Busted Tusk’ and made many a powerful statement against the anti-metahuman agenda. The majority of his message was sent in albums and singles and performed on stages, but his activism would extend much further, often violently. Busted Tusk was affiliated with the militant ork gang: the Skraacha, a group he praised for their defiance, as does many a trog, and a portion of Max’s pay came from the groups sponsorship of the singer. It was round about now when Max really got a name for himself… and that name was Dench.

Busted Tusk considered Max as a part of his act, his performance. Busted was an artist and not a band, but his advertisement would often contain the self-selected team of his closest staff and Dench was the name he gave his biggest bodyguard. He was in the interviews, he was thanked after each performance, he was featured in photoshoots and was invited to party nights; when sufficiently safe to do so of course… right?

One fateful night, whilst in a OU penthouse owned by Busted and after a long evening of drinking and drugging it up, a clandestine KE raid on the compound took the relatively understaffed security by surprise and the absolutely hammered Dench was still unconsciously asleep when they kidnapped the activist singer. Like waking up into a nightmare, Dench knew nothing and was left alive to find the message: a Humanis card left where Busted Tusk was sat. He was woken by the late reinforcements from Skraacha who immediately disbelieved the unlikely event and brought Dench in to be questioned and judged. It was deemed impossible for him to have slept through the raid, but given the unlikelihood of him organising it, was not deemed to have sold Busted Tusk out. If Dench was assumed to have conspired with Humanis, it was likely a sentence to death, but the silver lining here is that it’s only his gross incompetence that is being deemed punishable; driving him out of business and vilifying him within the Skraacha and Ork Underground.

The relatively light punishment was the least of his ailments. Dench truly did not see this coming, and he truly lost his friend that day in a horrible manner… and he truly thought it was his fault. A dark gloom now resided over him; his mental state absolutely shattered, drifting towards the contemplation of suicide. Were it not for his supportive mother and the fact that his departed father could not see him fall so far, it could’ve been the end for him. A tremendous burden and guilt now weigh heavy upon his shoulders, but his shoulders were strong, like he. He could carry this, so long as he could make it right, so long as he could find a means of redemption. His friend was likely dead, but Dench could still preserve his message. To try and prevent any other atrocity like this from happening ever again would become his goal alongside regaining the trust of Warboss and the rest of the Skraacha.

He turned to what few people left that trusted him and begged for their help. Roger Hendrix was a patron of the bar Dench first worked at in his youth and knew of his kindness then. Dench knew that he used run himself and that he now fixes work for the Shadowhaven, so he was an immediate port of call for jobs. He had often visited Bonesaw whenever he got messed up, and he too believed that Dench was telling the truth, happy to stitch him up whenever drek hits the fan again. Lastly, his favourite taxi driver – Clyde… didn’t really give a frag. Dench pays his fare and tolerates his fanaticism about hockey, he was good in his books. Lastly, his search for redemption has led him to many a matrix page for confessions to your local church, and whilst he has not yet crammed himself into one of those tiny boxes, he has taken to many a religious teaching to try and rest his mind, though often at the cost of his body. Any priest worth their salt hopefully wouldn’t advise the path a flagellant to a helpless soul, but Dench has only read bits of the Bible and loose scriptures he picks up from the matrix. As far as he is concerned, he deserves every lashing and every scar it’ll leave.

So, with purpose and intention clear, Dench runs in the dark looking for a light.

==Narrative Significant Qualities==

===Positive===

*'''''Built like a Brick Drekhouse'''''

'''Toughness''' comes naturally to a lot of trolls, but this one's even tougher. Compared to most, he is also quite '''Drug Tolerant'''.

*'''''And like many of the Tusked, he is Feared'''''

'''Disgraced''' by the Skraacha, some of them still quiver in Dench's large shadow.

*'''''Knows his Mothertongue'''''

Dench respects his own culture and is '''Bilingual''' in Or'zet and English.

===Negative===

*'''''To be Feared is usually a Bad thing.'''''

The Skraacha consider Dench a '''Trog Traitor'''; it's tricky being a trog who's own kin don't trust you.

*'''''Looking for a Spiritual Path through the Darkness'''''

'''Driven''' to redeem himself, He seeks even spiritual means to redemption. '''Pie Iesu Domine, Dona eis requiem''' is his favourite quote.

*'''''Spare the Tusked'''''

Dench sympathises with his kin, understanding fully why he's been vilified by them. Despite this, they are '''Favored''' by him.

*'''''Going Numb'''''

Whilst tolerant against the addiction of many drugs, the usage of them have led to a '''Reduced Sense of Taste'''.

==Run History==
{{RunHistory}}


==Affiliations==

===Contacts===


{{ContactTable|


{{HasContact|
|Name= Bonesaw
|Loyalty= 3
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Roger Hendrix
|Loyalty= 3
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Clyde
|Loyalty= 1
|Chips=Even
|}}


}}


===Organizations===


===Allies===

===Enemies===

*Not based on any runs yet, but given backstory: Negetive rep with Skraacha. Dench is looking to repair this.

=In Character Information=

==Symbols and Signatures==

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|Torug Reed||Seattle||4||
*Bodyguard License (4)
*Concealed Carry Permit (4)
*Explosives License (4)
*Firearms License(4)
*Weapon License (4)
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==Appearance==

===Matrix Persona===

==Media Mentions==

==ShadowGrid Profile Comments==

[[Category:Player Characters]]

Max "Dench" Britvic

2021-04-26T19:05:54Z

Dandy: /* Negative */

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=Character Information=

===Summary===
"Pie Iesu Domine, Dona eis requiem." Max is far from a proper Christian, but just about any forgiveness is appreciated and will go as far as to flay thyne own flesh to find it. Ex-bodyguard to a prolific figure in the Ork Underground, Dench's life came crashing down around him when he failed in his duty to protect his principle who was kidnapped whilst he was incapacitated. But the common rumour was that Dench did nothing to stop the attack. Warboss of the Skraacha had denounced him a traitor to the trog and had him driven out of business, though not one to give in so easily, he's clawing back at every chance to prove himself innocent. With no other legs to stand on, Dench has resorted to shadowrunning in hopes of restoring his reputation.

*'''''Trivia:'''''
**''Standing 9ft tall before he was 18, his first job was as a bouncer at a club he legally and literally couldn't walk inside.''
**''Whilst working with the activist Orxploitation singer 'Busted Tusk', he was often involved in photoshoots where he would wield heavy weaponry (which he has no clue how to use).''
**''Dench is very easily impressed with snippets of poetry or religious texts which he likes to quote.''
**''He thought they looked cool but didn't want to loose his natural eyes; so Dench got some fake contacts that look like cybereyes instead.''

===Goals===
'''Short Term:'''

*Earn enough to replace lost income
*Convince others that he is innocent
*Improve skills with practice, enhance with cybernetics and specifically learn how to use heavy weaponry

'''Long Term'''

*Earn the trust of Warboss and the rest of Skraacha once again
*Find and help struggling trogs
*Learn more about religions and literature, discovering more about redemption.

==Background==

“Dench by name, Dench by nature.”

Max Britvic was born in the Barrens back in 2050, the son of two troll teens meeting each other in a shelter during the Night of Rage. Such an event, so fortunate yet so damned, was akin to a tragedy of Shakespeare, one that held their choice to have a child for an entire decade. “Would it be the right thing to do?” they questioned themselves, before finally answering “Yes.”

Flourishing his speech and writing with as many a metaphor, simile, quote, and reference he can remember, he displayed a slight aptitude for the art of poetry even from a young age but was never schooled properly given his background and by most standards doesn’t know that much. In stark comparison, however, his strength and durability were outstanding even amongst his kin. To work as a dogsbody was probably his destiny, but it has since twisted and spiralled much like his horns growing ever more prominent as he experiences the world, and the world experiences him.

With a good word in from his parents to a friend of theirs, he started earning an actual salary come 18 as a bouncer of all things. His SINless parents didn’t mind breaking the law, so lying a little about his age with his stature at that time was hardly a heartbreak; and it was a good investment too. Always a kindly sir to good patrons of the establishment, he made quite a few friendships. Some with the common folk, others with staff, and most importantly: one or two with singers in the Orxploitation scene that had emerged during his teen years. A certain band called “The Survivors” took such a liking to him that they proposed the offer of a bodyguarding job. Moving his twenties with a new occupation, Max got to enjoy the environment that was the Ork Underground and the many music festivals and concerts that spoke the vox populi.

Max prefers Troll Metal, but was mostly employed by general Goblin Rockers and so came to learn quite a bit about the genre as well as the bars and clubs he’d be attending them in. Possibly the greatest friend he made in this scene was a particularly influential singer who donned the stage name of ‘Busted Tusk’ and made many a powerful statement against the anti-metahuman agenda. The majority of his message was sent in albums and singles and performed on stages, but his activism would extend much further, often violently. Busted Tusk was affiliated with the militant ork gang: the Skraacha, a group he praised for their defiance, as does many a trog, and a portion of Max’s pay came from the groups sponsorship of the singer. It was round about now when Max really got a name for himself… and that name was Dench.

Busted Tusk considered Max as a part of his act, his performance. Busted was an artist and not a band, but his advertisement would often contain the self-selected team of his closest staff and Dench was the name he gave his biggest bodyguard. He was in the interviews, he was thanked after each performance, he was featured in photoshoots and was invited to party nights; when sufficiently safe to do so of course… right?

One fateful night, whilst in a OU penthouse owned by Busted and after a long evening of drinking and drugging it up, a clandestine KE raid on the compound took the relatively understaffed security by surprise and the absolutely hammered Dench was still unconsciously asleep when they kidnapped the activist singer. Like waking up into a nightmare, Dench knew nothing and was left alive to find the message: a Humanis card left where Busted Tusk was sat. He was woken by the late reinforcements from Skraacha who immediately disbelieved the unlikely event and brought Dench in to be questioned and judged. It was deemed impossible for him to have slept through the raid, but given the unlikelihood of him organising it, was not deemed to have sold Busted Tusk out. If Dench was assumed to have conspired with Humanis, it was likely a sentence to death, but the silver lining here is that it’s only his gross incompetence that is being deemed punishable; driving him out of business and vilifying him within the Skraacha and Ork Underground.

The relatively light punishment was the least of his ailments. Dench truly did not see this coming, and he truly lost his friend that day in a horrible manner… and he truly thought it was his fault. A dark gloom now resided over him; his mental state absolutely shattered, drifting towards the contemplation of suicide. Were it not for his supportive mother and the fact that his departed father could not see him fall so far, it could’ve been the end for him. A tremendous burden and guilt now weigh heavy upon his shoulders, but his shoulders were strong, like he. He could carry this, so long as he could make it right, so long as he could find a means of redemption. His friend was likely dead, but Dench could still preserve his message. To try and prevent any other atrocity like this from happening ever again would become his goal alongside regaining the trust of Warboss and the rest of the Skraacha.

He turned to what few people left that trusted him and begged for their help. Roger Hendrix was a patron of the bar Dench first worked at in his youth and knew of his kindness then. Dench knew that he used run himself and that he now fixes work for the Shadowhaven, so he was an immediate port of call for jobs. He had often visited Bonesaw whenever he got messed up, and he too believed that Dench was telling the truth, happy to stitch him up whenever drek hits the fan again. Lastly, his favourite taxi driver – Clyde… didn’t really give a frag. Dench pays his fare and tolerates his fanaticism about hockey, he was good in his books. Lastly, his search for redemption has led him to many a matrix page for confessions to your local church, and whilst he has not yet crammed himself into one of those tiny boxes, he has taken to many a religious teaching to try and rest his mind, though often at the cost of his body. Any priest worth their salt hopefully wouldn’t advise the path a flagellant to a helpless soul, but Dench has only read bits of the Bible and loose scriptures he picks up from the matrix. As far as he is concerned, he deserves every lashing and every scar it’ll leave.

So, with purpose and intention clear, Dench runs in the dark looking for a light.

==Narrative Significant Qualities==

===Positive===

*'''''Built like a Brick Drekhouse'''''

'''Toughness''' comes naturally to a lot of trolls, but this one's even tougher. Compared to most, he is also quite '''Drug Tolerant'''.

*'''''And like many of the Tusked, he is Feared'''''

'''Disgraced''' by the Skraacha, some of them still quiver in Dench's large shadow.

*'''''Knows his Mothertongue'''''

Dench respects his own culture and is '''Bilingual''' in Or'zet and English.

===Negative===

*'''''To be Feared is usually a Bad thing.'''''

The Skraacha consider Dench a '''Trog Traitor'''; it's tricky being a trog who's own kin don't trust you.

*'''''Looking for a Spiritual Path through the Darkness'''''

'''Driven''' to redeem himself, He seeks even spiritual means to redemption. '''Pie Iesu Domine, Dona eis requiem''' is his favourite quote.

*'''''Spare the Tusked'''''

Dench sympathises with his kin, understanding fully why he's been vilified by them. Despite this, they are '''Favored''' by him.

*'''''Going Numb'''''

Whilst tolerant against the addiction of many drugs, the usage of them have led to a '''Reduced Sense of Taste'''.

==Run History==
{{RunHistory}}


==Affiliations==

===Contacts===


{{ContactTable|


{{HasContact|
|Name= Bonesaw
|Loyalty= 3
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Roger Hendrix
|Loyalty= 3
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Clyde
|Loyalty= 1
|Chips=Even
|}}


}}


===Organizations===


===Allies===

===Enemies===

*Not based on any runs yet, but given backstory: Negetive rep with Skraacha. Dench is looking to repair this.

=In Character Information=

==Symbols and Signatures==

==Matrix Search Table==
{{SearchTable|
|LowResult=
|MidResult=
|HighResult=
}}
==Shadow Community Table==
{{SearchTable|
|LowThreshold=1
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==SINs==
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!Name!!Place/Corp!!Rating!!Licenses
|-
|Torug Reed||Seattle||4||
*Bodyguard License (4)
*Concealed Carry Permit (4)
*Explosives License (4)
*Firearms License(4)
*Weapon License (4)
|}

==Appearance==

===Matrix Persona===

==Media Mentions==

==ShadowGrid Profile Comments==

[[Category:Player Characters]]

Max "Dench" Britvic

2021-04-26T19:04:25Z

Dandy: /* Negative */

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=Character Information=

===Summary===
"Pie Iesu Domine, Dona eis requiem." Max is far from a proper Christian, but just about any forgiveness is appreciated and will go as far as to flay thyne own flesh to find it. Ex-bodyguard to a prolific figure in the Ork Underground, Dench's life came crashing down around him when he failed in his duty to protect his principle who was kidnapped whilst he was incapacitated. But the common rumour was that Dench did nothing to stop the attack. Warboss of the Skraacha had denounced him a traitor to the trog and had him driven out of business, though not one to give in so easily, he's clawing back at every chance to prove himself innocent. With no other legs to stand on, Dench has resorted to shadowrunning in hopes of restoring his reputation.

*'''''Trivia:'''''
**''Standing 9ft tall before he was 18, his first job was as a bouncer at a club he legally and literally couldn't walk inside.''
**''Whilst working with the activist Orxploitation singer 'Busted Tusk', he was often involved in photoshoots where he would wield heavy weaponry (which he has no clue how to use).''
**''Dench is very easily impressed with snippets of poetry or religious texts which he likes to quote.''
**''He thought they looked cool but didn't want to loose his natural eyes; so Dench got some fake contacts that look like cybereyes instead.''

===Goals===
'''Short Term:'''

*Earn enough to replace lost income
*Convince others that he is innocent
*Improve skills with practice, enhance with cybernetics and specifically learn how to use heavy weaponry

'''Long Term'''

*Earn the trust of Warboss and the rest of Skraacha once again
*Find and help struggling trogs
*Learn more about religions and literature, discovering more about redemption.

==Background==

“Dench by name, Dench by nature.”

Max Britvic was born in the Barrens back in 2050, the son of two troll teens meeting each other in a shelter during the Night of Rage. Such an event, so fortunate yet so damned, was akin to a tragedy of Shakespeare, one that held their choice to have a child for an entire decade. “Would it be the right thing to do?” they questioned themselves, before finally answering “Yes.”

Flourishing his speech and writing with as many a metaphor, simile, quote, and reference he can remember, he displayed a slight aptitude for the art of poetry even from a young age but was never schooled properly given his background and by most standards doesn’t know that much. In stark comparison, however, his strength and durability were outstanding even amongst his kin. To work as a dogsbody was probably his destiny, but it has since twisted and spiralled much like his horns growing ever more prominent as he experiences the world, and the world experiences him.

With a good word in from his parents to a friend of theirs, he started earning an actual salary come 18 as a bouncer of all things. His SINless parents didn’t mind breaking the law, so lying a little about his age with his stature at that time was hardly a heartbreak; and it was a good investment too. Always a kindly sir to good patrons of the establishment, he made quite a few friendships. Some with the common folk, others with staff, and most importantly: one or two with singers in the Orxploitation scene that had emerged during his teen years. A certain band called “The Survivors” took such a liking to him that they proposed the offer of a bodyguarding job. Moving his twenties with a new occupation, Max got to enjoy the environment that was the Ork Underground and the many music festivals and concerts that spoke the vox populi.

Max prefers Troll Metal, but was mostly employed by general Goblin Rockers and so came to learn quite a bit about the genre as well as the bars and clubs he’d be attending them in. Possibly the greatest friend he made in this scene was a particularly influential singer who donned the stage name of ‘Busted Tusk’ and made many a powerful statement against the anti-metahuman agenda. The majority of his message was sent in albums and singles and performed on stages, but his activism would extend much further, often violently. Busted Tusk was affiliated with the militant ork gang: the Skraacha, a group he praised for their defiance, as does many a trog, and a portion of Max’s pay came from the groups sponsorship of the singer. It was round about now when Max really got a name for himself… and that name was Dench.

Busted Tusk considered Max as a part of his act, his performance. Busted was an artist and not a band, but his advertisement would often contain the self-selected team of his closest staff and Dench was the name he gave his biggest bodyguard. He was in the interviews, he was thanked after each performance, he was featured in photoshoots and was invited to party nights; when sufficiently safe to do so of course… right?

One fateful night, whilst in a OU penthouse owned by Busted and after a long evening of drinking and drugging it up, a clandestine KE raid on the compound took the relatively understaffed security by surprise and the absolutely hammered Dench was still unconsciously asleep when they kidnapped the activist singer. Like waking up into a nightmare, Dench knew nothing and was left alive to find the message: a Humanis card left where Busted Tusk was sat. He was woken by the late reinforcements from Skraacha who immediately disbelieved the unlikely event and brought Dench in to be questioned and judged. It was deemed impossible for him to have slept through the raid, but given the unlikelihood of him organising it, was not deemed to have sold Busted Tusk out. If Dench was assumed to have conspired with Humanis, it was likely a sentence to death, but the silver lining here is that it’s only his gross incompetence that is being deemed punishable; driving him out of business and vilifying him within the Skraacha and Ork Underground.

The relatively light punishment was the least of his ailments. Dench truly did not see this coming, and he truly lost his friend that day in a horrible manner… and he truly thought it was his fault. A dark gloom now resided over him; his mental state absolutely shattered, drifting towards the contemplation of suicide. Were it not for his supportive mother and the fact that his departed father could not see him fall so far, it could’ve been the end for him. A tremendous burden and guilt now weigh heavy upon his shoulders, but his shoulders were strong, like he. He could carry this, so long as he could make it right, so long as he could find a means of redemption. His friend was likely dead, but Dench could still preserve his message. To try and prevent any other atrocity like this from happening ever again would become his goal alongside regaining the trust of Warboss and the rest of the Skraacha.

He turned to what few people left that trusted him and begged for their help. Roger Hendrix was a patron of the bar Dench first worked at in his youth and knew of his kindness then. Dench knew that he used run himself and that he now fixes work for the Shadowhaven, so he was an immediate port of call for jobs. He had often visited Bonesaw whenever he got messed up, and he too believed that Dench was telling the truth, happy to stitch him up whenever drek hits the fan again. Lastly, his favourite taxi driver – Clyde… didn’t really give a frag. Dench pays his fare and tolerates his fanaticism about hockey, he was good in his books. Lastly, his search for redemption has led him to many a matrix page for confessions to your local church, and whilst he has not yet crammed himself into one of those tiny boxes, he has taken to many a religious teaching to try and rest his mind, though often at the cost of his body. Any priest worth their salt hopefully wouldn’t advise the path a flagellant to a helpless soul, but Dench has only read bits of the Bible and loose scriptures he picks up from the matrix. As far as he is concerned, he deserves every lashing and every scar it’ll leave.

So, with purpose and intention clear, Dench runs in the dark looking for a light.

==Narrative Significant Qualities==

===Positive===

*'''''Built like a Brick Drekhouse'''''

'''Toughness''' comes naturally to a lot of trolls, but this one's even tougher. Compared to most, he is also quite '''Drug Tolerant'''.

*'''''And like many of the Tusked, he is Feared'''''

'''Disgraced''' by the Skraacha, some of them still quiver in Dench's large shadow.

*'''''Knows his Mothertongue'''''

Dench respects his own culture and is '''Bilingual''' in Or'zet and English.

===Negative===

*'''''To be Feared is usually a Bad thing.'''''

The Skraacha consider Dench a '''Trog Traitor'''; it's tricky being a trog who's own kin don't trust you.

*'''''Looking for a Spiritual Path through the Darkness'''''

'''Driven''' to redeem himself, He seeks even spiritual means to redemption. '''Pie Iesu Domine, Dona eis requiem''' is his favourite quote.

*'''''Spare the Tusked'''''

Dench sympathises with his kin, understanding fully why he's been vilified by them. Despite this, they are '''Favored''' by him.

==Run History==
{{RunHistory}}


==Affiliations==

===Contacts===


{{ContactTable|


{{HasContact|
|Name= Bonesaw
|Loyalty= 3
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Roger Hendrix
|Loyalty= 3
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Clyde
|Loyalty= 1
|Chips=Even
|}}


}}


===Organizations===


===Allies===

===Enemies===

*Not based on any runs yet, but given backstory: Negetive rep with Skraacha. Dench is looking to repair this.

=In Character Information=

==Symbols and Signatures==

==Matrix Search Table==
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==Shadow Community Table==
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*Bodyguard License (4)
*Concealed Carry Permit (4)
*Explosives License (4)
*Firearms License(4)
*Weapon License (4)
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==Appearance==

===Matrix Persona===

==Media Mentions==

==ShadowGrid Profile Comments==

[[Category:Player Characters]]

Max "Dench" Britvic

2021-04-26T19:03:02Z

Dandy: /* Background */

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=Character Information=

===Summary===
"Pie Iesu Domine, Dona eis requiem." Max is far from a proper Christian, but just about any forgiveness is appreciated and will go as far as to flay thyne own flesh to find it. Ex-bodyguard to a prolific figure in the Ork Underground, Dench's life came crashing down around him when he failed in his duty to protect his principle who was kidnapped whilst he was incapacitated. But the common rumour was that Dench did nothing to stop the attack. Warboss of the Skraacha had denounced him a traitor to the trog and had him driven out of business, though not one to give in so easily, he's clawing back at every chance to prove himself innocent. With no other legs to stand on, Dench has resorted to shadowrunning in hopes of restoring his reputation.

*'''''Trivia:'''''
**''Standing 9ft tall before he was 18, his first job was as a bouncer at a club he legally and literally couldn't walk inside.''
**''Whilst working with the activist Orxploitation singer 'Busted Tusk', he was often involved in photoshoots where he would wield heavy weaponry (which he has no clue how to use).''
**''Dench is very easily impressed with snippets of poetry or religious texts which he likes to quote.''
**''He thought they looked cool but didn't want to loose his natural eyes; so Dench got some fake contacts that look like cybereyes instead.''

===Goals===
'''Short Term:'''

*Earn enough to replace lost income
*Convince others that he is innocent
*Improve skills with practice, enhance with cybernetics and specifically learn how to use heavy weaponry

'''Long Term'''

*Earn the trust of Warboss and the rest of Skraacha once again
*Find and help struggling trogs
*Learn more about religions and literature, discovering more about redemption.

==Background==

“Dench by name, Dench by nature.”

Max Britvic was born in the Barrens back in 2050, the son of two troll teens meeting each other in a shelter during the Night of Rage. Such an event, so fortunate yet so damned, was akin to a tragedy of Shakespeare, one that held their choice to have a child for an entire decade. “Would it be the right thing to do?” they questioned themselves, before finally answering “Yes.”

Flourishing his speech and writing with as many a metaphor, simile, quote, and reference he can remember, he displayed a slight aptitude for the art of poetry even from a young age but was never schooled properly given his background and by most standards doesn’t know that much. In stark comparison, however, his strength and durability were outstanding even amongst his kin. To work as a dogsbody was probably his destiny, but it has since twisted and spiralled much like his horns growing ever more prominent as he experiences the world, and the world experiences him.

With a good word in from his parents to a friend of theirs, he started earning an actual salary come 18 as a bouncer of all things. His SINless parents didn’t mind breaking the law, so lying a little about his age with his stature at that time was hardly a heartbreak; and it was a good investment too. Always a kindly sir to good patrons of the establishment, he made quite a few friendships. Some with the common folk, others with staff, and most importantly: one or two with singers in the Orxploitation scene that had emerged during his teen years. A certain band called “The Survivors” took such a liking to him that they proposed the offer of a bodyguarding job. Moving his twenties with a new occupation, Max got to enjoy the environment that was the Ork Underground and the many music festivals and concerts that spoke the vox populi.

Max prefers Troll Metal, but was mostly employed by general Goblin Rockers and so came to learn quite a bit about the genre as well as the bars and clubs he’d be attending them in. Possibly the greatest friend he made in this scene was a particularly influential singer who donned the stage name of ‘Busted Tusk’ and made many a powerful statement against the anti-metahuman agenda. The majority of his message was sent in albums and singles and performed on stages, but his activism would extend much further, often violently. Busted Tusk was affiliated with the militant ork gang: the Skraacha, a group he praised for their defiance, as does many a trog, and a portion of Max’s pay came from the groups sponsorship of the singer. It was round about now when Max really got a name for himself… and that name was Dench.

Busted Tusk considered Max as a part of his act, his performance. Busted was an artist and not a band, but his advertisement would often contain the self-selected team of his closest staff and Dench was the name he gave his biggest bodyguard. He was in the interviews, he was thanked after each performance, he was featured in photoshoots and was invited to party nights; when sufficiently safe to do so of course… right?

One fateful night, whilst in a OU penthouse owned by Busted and after a long evening of drinking and drugging it up, a clandestine KE raid on the compound took the relatively understaffed security by surprise and the absolutely hammered Dench was still unconsciously asleep when they kidnapped the activist singer. Like waking up into a nightmare, Dench knew nothing and was left alive to find the message: a Humanis card left where Busted Tusk was sat. He was woken by the late reinforcements from Skraacha who immediately disbelieved the unlikely event and brought Dench in to be questioned and judged. It was deemed impossible for him to have slept through the raid, but given the unlikelihood of him organising it, was not deemed to have sold Busted Tusk out. If Dench was assumed to have conspired with Humanis, it was likely a sentence to death, but the silver lining here is that it’s only his gross incompetence that is being deemed punishable; driving him out of business and vilifying him within the Skraacha and Ork Underground.

The relatively light punishment was the least of his ailments. Dench truly did not see this coming, and he truly lost his friend that day in a horrible manner… and he truly thought it was his fault. A dark gloom now resided over him; his mental state absolutely shattered, drifting towards the contemplation of suicide. Were it not for his supportive mother and the fact that his departed father could not see him fall so far, it could’ve been the end for him. A tremendous burden and guilt now weigh heavy upon his shoulders, but his shoulders were strong, like he. He could carry this, so long as he could make it right, so long as he could find a means of redemption. His friend was likely dead, but Dench could still preserve his message. To try and prevent any other atrocity like this from happening ever again would become his goal alongside regaining the trust of Warboss and the rest of the Skraacha.

He turned to what few people left that trusted him and begged for their help. Roger Hendrix was a patron of the bar Dench first worked at in his youth and knew of his kindness then. Dench knew that he used run himself and that he now fixes work for the Shadowhaven, so he was an immediate port of call for jobs. He had often visited Bonesaw whenever he got messed up, and he too believed that Dench was telling the truth, happy to stitch him up whenever drek hits the fan again. Lastly, his favourite taxi driver – Clyde… didn’t really give a frag. Dench pays his fare and tolerates his fanaticism about hockey, he was good in his books. Lastly, his search for redemption has led him to many a matrix page for confessions to your local church, and whilst he has not yet crammed himself into one of those tiny boxes, he has taken to many a religious teaching to try and rest his mind, though often at the cost of his body. Any priest worth their salt hopefully wouldn’t advise the path a flagellant to a helpless soul, but Dench has only read bits of the Bible and loose scriptures he picks up from the matrix. As far as he is concerned, he deserves every lashing and every scar it’ll leave.

So, with purpose and intention clear, Dench runs in the dark looking for a light.

==Narrative Significant Qualities==

===Positive===

*'''''Built like a Brick Drekhouse'''''

'''Toughness''' comes naturally to a lot of trolls, but this one's even tougher. Compared to most, he is also quite '''Drug Tolerant'''.

*'''''And like many of the Tusked, he is Feared'''''

'''Disgraced''' by the Skraacha, some of them still quiver in Dench's large shadow.

*'''''Knows his Mothertongue'''''

Dench respects his own culture and is '''Bilingual''' in Or'zet and English.

===Negative===

*'''''To be Feared is usually a Bad thing.'''''

His '''Bad Rep''' with the Skraacha is often an issue for Dench; it's tricky being a trog who's own kin don't trust you.

*'''''Looking for a Spiritual Path through the Darkness'''''

'''Driven''' to redeem himself, He seeks even spiritual means to redemption. '''Pie Iesu Domine, Dona eis requiem''' is his favourite quote.

*'''''Spare the Tusked'''''

Dench sympathises with his kin, understanding fully why he's been vilified by them. Despite this, they are '''Favored''' by him.

==Run History==
{{RunHistory}}


==Affiliations==

===Contacts===


{{ContactTable|


{{HasContact|
|Name= Bonesaw
|Loyalty= 3
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Roger Hendrix
|Loyalty= 3
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Clyde
|Loyalty= 1
|Chips=Even
|}}


}}


===Organizations===


===Allies===

===Enemies===

*Not based on any runs yet, but given backstory: Negetive rep with Skraacha. Dench is looking to repair this.

=In Character Information=

==Symbols and Signatures==

==Matrix Search Table==
{{SearchTable|
|LowResult=
|MidResult=
|HighResult=
}}
==Shadow Community Table==
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|-
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*Bodyguard License (4)
*Concealed Carry Permit (4)
*Explosives License (4)
*Firearms License(4)
*Weapon License (4)
|}

==Appearance==

===Matrix Persona===

==Media Mentions==

==ShadowGrid Profile Comments==

[[Category:Player Characters]]

Max "Dench" Britvic

2021-04-26T19:02:42Z

Dandy: /* Character Information */

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=Character Information=

===Summary===
"Pie Iesu Domine, Dona eis requiem." Max is far from a proper Christian, but just about any forgiveness is appreciated and will go as far as to flay thyne own flesh to find it. Ex-bodyguard to a prolific figure in the Ork Underground, Dench's life came crashing down around him when he failed in his duty to protect his principle who was kidnapped whilst he was incapacitated. But the common rumour was that Dench did nothing to stop the attack. Warboss of the Skraacha had denounced him a traitor to the trog and had him driven out of business, though not one to give in so easily, he's clawing back at every chance to prove himself innocent. With no other legs to stand on, Dench has resorted to shadowrunning in hopes of restoring his reputation.

*'''''Trivia:'''''
**''Standing 9ft tall before he was 18, his first job was as a bouncer at a club he legally and literally couldn't walk inside.''
**''Whilst working with the activist Orxploitation singer 'Busted Tusk', he was often involved in photoshoots where he would wield heavy weaponry (which he has no clue how to use).''
**''Dench is very easily impressed with snippets of poetry or religious texts which he likes to quote.''
**''He thought they looked cool but didn't want to loose his natural eyes; so Dench got some fake contacts that look like cybereyes instead.''

===Goals===
'''Short Term:'''

*Earn enough to replace lost income
*Convince others that he is innocent
*Improve skills with practice, enhance with cybernetics and specifically learn how to use heavy weaponry

'''Long Term'''

*Earn the trust of Warboss and the rest of Skraacha once again
*Find and help struggling trogs
*Learn more about religions and literature, discovering more about redemption.

==Background==

“Dench by name, Dench by nature.”

Max Britvic was born in the Barrens back in 2050, the son of two troll teens meeting each other in a shelter during the Night of Rage. Such an event, so fortunate yet so damned, was akin to a tragedy of Shakespeare, one that held their choice to have a child for an entire decade. “Would it be the right thing to do?” they questioned themselves, before finally answering “Yes.”

Flourishing his speech and writing with as many a metaphor, simile, quote, and reference he can remember, he displayed a slight aptitude for the art of poetry even from a young age but was never schooled properly given his background and by most standards doesn’t know that much. In stark comparison, however, his strength and durability were outstanding even amongst his kin. To work as a dogsbody was probably his destiny, but it has since twisted and spiralled much like his horns growing ever more prominent as he experiences the world, and the world experiences him.

With a good word in from his parents to a friend of theirs, he started earning an actual salary come 18 as a bouncer of all things. His SINless parents didn’t mind breaking the law, so lying a little about his age with his stature at that time was hardly a heartbreak; and it was a good investment too. Always a kindly sir to good patrons of the establishment, he made quite a few friendships. Some with the common folk, others with staff, and most importantly: one or two with singers in the Orxploitation scene that had emerged during his teen years. A certain band called “The Survivors” took such a liking to him that they proposed the offer of a bodyguarding job. Moving his twenties with a new occupation, Max got to enjoy the environment that was the Ork Underground and the many music festivals and concerts that spoke the vox populi.

Max prefers Troll Metal, but was mostly employed by general Goblin Rockers and so came to learn quite a bit about the genre as well as the bars and clubs he’d be attending them in. Possibly the greatest friend he made in this scene was a particularly influential singer who donned the stage name of ‘Busted Tusk’ and made many a powerful statement against the anti-metahuman agenda. The majority of his message was sent in albums and singles and performed on stages, but his activism would extend much further, often violently. Busted Tusk was affiliated with the militant ork gang: the Skraacha, a group he praised for their defiance, as does many a trog, and a portion of Max’s pay came from the groups sponsorship of the singer. It was round about now when Max really got a name for himself… and that name was Dench.

Busted Tusk considered Max as a part of his act, his performance. Busted was an artist and not a band, but his advertisement would often contain the self-selected team of his closest staff and Dench was the name he gave his biggest bodyguard. He was in the interviews, he was thanked after each performance, he was featured in photoshoots and was invited to party nights; when sufficiently safe to do so of course… right?

One fateful night, whilst in a OU penthouse owned by Busted and after a long evening of drinking and drugging it up, a clandestine KE raid on the compound took the relatively understaffed security by surprise and the absolutely hammered Dench was still unconsciously asleep when they kidnapped the activist singer. Like waking up into a nightmare, Dench knew nothing and was left alive to find the message: a Humanis card left where Busted Tusk was sat. He was woken by the late reinforcements from Skraacha who immediately disbelieved the unlikely event and brought Dench in to be questioned and judged. It was deemed impossible for him to have slept through the raid, but given the unlikelihood of him organising it, was not deemed to have sold Busted Tusk out. If Dench was assumed to have conspired with Humanis, it was likely a sentence to death, but the silver lining here is that it’s only his gross incompetence that is being deemed punishable; driving him out of business and vilifying him within the Skraacha and Ork Underground.

The relatively light punishment was the least of his ailments. Dench truly did not see this coming, and he truly lost his friend that day in a horrible manner… and he truly thought it was his fault. A dark gloom now resided over him; his mental state absolutely shattered, drifting towards the contemplation of suicide. Were it not for his supportive mother and the fact that his departed father could not see him fall so far, it could’ve been the end for him. A tremendous burden and guilt now weigh heavy upon his shoulders, but his shoulders were strong, like he. He could carry this, so long as he could make it right, so long as he could find a means of redemption. His friend was likely dead, but Dench could still preserve his message. To try and prevent any other atrocity like this from happening ever again would become his goal alongside regaining the trust of Warboss and the rest of the Skraacha.

He turned to what few people left that trusted him and begged for their help. Roger Hendrix was a patron of the bar Dench first worked at in his youth and knew of his kindness then. Dench knew that he used run himself and that he now fixes work for the Shadowhaven, so he was an immediate port of call for jobs. He had often visited Bonesaw whenever he got messed up, and he too believed that Dench was telling the truth, happy to stitch him up whenever drek hits the fan again. Lastly, his favourite taxi driver – Clyde… didn’t really give a frag. Dench pays his fare and tolerates his fanaticism about hockey, he was good in his books. Lastly, his search for redemption has led him to many a matrix page for confessions to your local church, and whilst he has not yet crammed himself into one of those tiny boxes, he has taken to many a religious teaching to try and rest his mind, though often at the cost of his body. Any priest worth their salt hopefully wouldn’t advise the path a flagellant to a helpless soul, but Dench has only read bits of the Bible and loose scriptures he picks up from the matrix. As far as he is concerned, he deserves every lashing and every scar it’ll leave.

So, with purpose and intention clear, Dench runs in the dark looking for a light.

==Narrative Significant Qualities==

===Positive===

*'''''Built like a Brick Drekhouse'''''

'''Toughness''' comes naturally to a lot of trolls, but this one's even tougher. Compared to most, he is also quite '''Drug Tolerant'''.

*'''''And like many of the Tusked, he is Feared'''''

'''Disgraced''' by the Skraacha, some of them still quiver in Dench's large shadow.

*'''''Knows his Mothertongue'''''

Dench respects his own culture and is '''Bilingual''' in Or'zet and English.

===Negative===

*'''''To be Feared is usually a Bad thing.'''''

His '''Bad Rep''' with the Skraacha is often an issue for Dench; it's tricky being a trog who's own kin don't trust you.

*'''''Looking for a Spiritual Path through the Darkness'''''

'''Driven''' to redeem himself, He seeks even spiritual means to redemption. '''Pie Iesu Domine, Dona eis requiem''' is his favourite quote.

*'''''Spare the Tusked'''''

Dench sympathises with his kin, understanding fully why he's been vilified by them. Despite this, they are '''Favored''' by him.

==Run History==
{{RunHistory}}


==Affiliations==

===Contacts===


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===Organizations===


===Allies===

===Enemies===

*Not based on any runs yet, but given backstory: Negetive rep with Skraacha. Dench is looking to repair this.

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Max "Dench" Britvic

2021-04-24T00:35:21Z

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===Summary===
"Pie Iesu Domine, Dona eis requiem." Max is far from Christian, but just about any forgiveness is appreciated and will go as far as to flay thyne own flesh to find it. Ex-bodyguard to a prolific figure in the Ork Underground, Dench's life came crashing down around him when he failed in his duty to protect his principle who was kidnapped whilst he was incapacitated. But the common rumour was that Dench did nothing to stop the attack. Warboss of the Skraacha had denounced him a traitor to the trog and had him driven out of business, though not one to give in so easily, he's clawing back at every chance to prove himself innocent. With no other legs to stand on, Dench has resorted to shadowrunning in hopes of restoring his reputation.

*'''''Trivia:'''''
**''Standing 9ft tall before he was 18, his first job was as a bouncer at a club he legally and literally couldn't walk inside.''
**''Whilst working with the activist Orxploitation singer 'Busted Tusk', he was often involved in photoshoots where he would wield heavy weaponry (which he has no clue how to use).''
**''Dench is very easily impressed with snippets of poetry or religious texts which he likes to quote.''
**''He thought they looked cool but didn't want to loose his natural eyes; so Dench got some fake contacts that look like cybereyes instead.''

===Goals===
'''Short Term:'''

*Earn enough to replace lost income
*Convince others that he is innocent
*Improve skills with practice, enhance with cybernetics and specifically learn how to use heavy weaponry

'''Long Term'''

*Earn the trust of Warboss and the rest of Skraacha once again
*Find and help struggling trogs
*Learn more about religions and literature, discovering more about redemption.

==Background==

“Dench by name, Dench by nature.”

Max Britvic was born in the Barrens back in 2050, the son of two troll parents meeting each other in a shelter during the Night of Rage. It has happened upon Max’s mind before, how such a horrible event was the first catalyst leading to his own conception, but rather than look to closely at the devil in the details he’s happily decided that there is a silver lining sometimes.

Flourishing his speech and writing with as many a metaphor, simile, quote and reference he can remember, he displayed a slight aptitude for the art of poetry even from a young age but was never schooled properly given his background and by most standards doesn’t know that much. In stark comparison, however, his strength and durability were outstanding even amongst his kin. To work as a dogsbody was probably his destiny, but it has since twisted and spiralled much like his horns growing ever more prominent as he experiences the world, and the world experiences him.

With a good word in from his parents to a friend of theirs, he started earning an actual salary come 18 as a bouncer of all things. His SINless parents didn’t mind breaking the law, so lying a little about his age with his stature at that time was hardly a heartbreak; and it was a good investment too. Always a kindly sir to good patrons of the establishment, he made quite a few friendships. Some with the common folk, others with staff, and most importantly: one or two with singers in the Orxploitation scene that had emerged during his teen years. A certain band called “The Survivors” took such a liking to him that they proposed the offer of a bodyguarding job. Moving his twenties with a new occupation, Max got to enjoy the environment that was the Ork Underground and the many music festivals and concerts that spoke the vox populi.

Max prefers Troll Metal, but was mostly employed by general Goblin Rockers and so came to learn quite a bit about the genre as well as the bars and clubs he’d be attending them in. Possibly the greatest friend he made in this scene was a particularly influential singer who donned the stage name of ‘Busted Tusk’ and made many a powerful statement against the anti-metahuman agenda. The majority of his message was sent in albums and singles and performed on stages, but his activism would extend much further, often violently. Busted Tusk was affiliated with the militant ork gang: the Skraacha, a group he praised for their defiance, as does many a trog, and a portion of Max’s pay came from the groups sponsorship of the singer. It was round about now when Max really got a name for himself… and that name was Dench.

Busted Tusk considered Max as a part of his act, his performance. Busted was an artist and not a band, but his advertisement would often contain the self-selected team of his closest staff and Dench was the name he gave his biggest bodyguard. He was in the interviews, he was thanked after each performance, he was featured in photoshoots and was invited to party nights; when sufficiently safe to do so of course… right?

One fateful night, whilst in a Bellevue penthouse owned by Busted and after a long evening of drinking and drugging it up, a clandestine KE raid on the compound took the relatively understaffed security by surprise and the absolutely hammered Dench was still unconsciously asleep when they kidnapped the activist singer. Like waking up into a nightmare, Dench knew nothing and was left alive to find the message: a Humanis card left where Busted Tusk was sat. He was woken by the late reinforcements from Skraacha who immediately disbelieved the unlikely event and brought Dench in to be questioned and judged. It was deemed impossible for him to have slept through the raid, but given the unlikelihood of him organising it, was not deemed to have sold Busted Tusk out. If Dench was assumed to have conspired with Humanis, it was likely a sentence to death, but the silver lining here is that it’s only his gross incompetence that is being deemed punishable; driving him out of business and vilifying him within the Skraacha and Ork Underground.

The relatively light punishment was the least of his ailments. Dench truly did not see this coming, and he truly lost his friend that day in a horrible manner… and he truly thought it was his fault. A dark gloom now resided over him; his mental state absolutely shattered, drifting towards the contemplation of suicide. Were it not for his supportive mother and the fact that his departed father could not see him fall so far, it could’ve been the end for him. A tremendous burden and guilt now weigh heavy upon his shoulders, but his shoulders were strong, like he. He could carry this, so long as he could make it right, so long as he could find a means of redemption. His friend was likely dead, but Dench could still preserve his message. To try and prevent any other atrocity like this from happening ever again would become his goal alongside regaining the trust of Warboss and the rest of the Skraacha.

He turned to what few people left that trusted him and begged for their help. Roger Hendrix was a patron of the bar Dench first worked at in his youth and knew of his kindness then. Dench knew that he used run himself and that he now fixes work for the Shadowhaven, so he was an immediate port of call for jobs. He had often visited Bonesaw whenever he got messed up, and he too believed that Dench was telling the truth, happy to stitch him up whenever drek hits the fan again. Lastly, his favourite taxi driver – Clyde… didn’t really give a frag. Dench pays his fare and tolerates his fanaticism about hockey, he was good in his books. Lastly, his search for redemption has led him to many a matrix page for confessions to your local church, and whilst he has not yet crammed himself into one of those tiny boxes, he has taken to many a religious teaching to try and rest his mind, though often at the cost of his body. Physical torment was what the flagellants would undergo in attempts to get closer to God, and any kind of redemption is accepted by the desperate. Dench would gladly flay thyne own flesh if it means he’ll die a martyr.

So, with purpose and intention clear, Dench runs in the dark looking for a light.

==Narrative Significant Qualities==

===Positive===

*'''''Built like a Brick Drekhouse'''''

'''Toughness''' comes naturally to a lot of trolls, but this one's even tougher. Compared to most, he is also quite '''Drug Tolerant'''.

*'''''And like many of the Tusked, he is Feared'''''

'''Disgraced''' by the Skraacha, some of them still quiver in Dench's large shadow.

*'''''Knows his Mothertongue'''''

Dench respects his own culture and is '''Bilingual''' in Or'zet and English.

===Negative===

*'''''To be Feared is usually a Bad thing.'''''

His '''Bad Rep''' with the Skraacha is often an issue for Dench; it's tricky being a trog who's own kin don't trust you.

*'''''Looking for a Spiritual Path through the Darkness'''''

'''Driven''' to redeem himself, He seeks even spiritual means to redemption. '''Pie Iesu Domine, Dona eis requiem''' is his favourite quote.

*'''''Spare the Tusked'''''

Dench sympathises with his kin, understanding fully why he's been vilified by them. Despite this, they are '''Favored''' by him.

==Run History==
{{RunHistory}}


==Affiliations==

===Contacts===


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===Organizations===


===Allies===

===Enemies===

*Not based on any runs yet, but given backstory: Negetive rep with Skraacha. Dench is looking to repair this.

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===Matrix Persona===

==Media Mentions==

==ShadowGrid Profile Comments==

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Mr Baxter

2021-04-23T22:58:45Z

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===Summary===
Old is gold, and Mr Baxter is a testament to the saying. He's back in business after a lengthy hiatus and more dangerous than ever. Ex-mafioso and debt-collector, William know exactly how to drive the conversation and is an adept at getting what he wants with nothing more than words rolled off a tongue both silvered and barbed. So many years of service has him well associated with the shadows of Seattle, working with the Finnegan's for 30 years before spending almost all his earnings across the next few whilst travelling between Britain and Italy - London, Rome & Madrid being his favourite places to visit,

* '''''Trivia:'''''
** ''William Simon John Baxter was born 37 minutes into 2023''
** ''He absolutely refuses to wear anything by Armanté''
** ''Given how much Italian he has learned over the years, he could probably get an Italian SIN and pull it off.''

===Goals===
'''Short Term:'''
* Earn enough to put some more SINs on his belt.
* Find increasingly extravagant clothes to wear.
* Otherwise improve gear, skills and powers.
'''Long Term'''
* Strengthen relations with current or new contacts
* Build up enough earnings to resume a more lavish lifestyle
* Run just enough to get the most out of it, but never let his age get anything out of him

==Background==
Born into the Mafia business right back in 2023, William Simon John Baxter was in dangerous waters when he awakened. The Catholic community of the family often took poorly to the concept of magic and always had a local priest watch over the young kid. He was a genuinely nice person, and surprisingly understood the fact that Will did not choose to be born this way, though this would lead the priest to view the happening as the work of God instead, which itself lead to the child being forced into the tradition. For the sake of not being disowned, or worse yet attacked by the family, he had to believe in God. After years and years of this, it was difficult to tell whether or not he truthfully didn’t.

Much to the disdain of the priest, the young adult Will’s charisma found more use shaking down debtors or blackmailing officials than it did spreading the word of God or praying for the innocent. What hurt him most was that it did not seem forced upon him; where he would politely though begrudgingly join the chorus at sermons, he would be grinning from ear to ear as he crushed the spirits of a hit. The Mafia, however, found his ‘business’ capabilities far more important than his absolute devotion to saying ‘Amen’. One evening, the priest - now quite elderly – fell ill, and blamed it upon the corruption he feels from associating with Mr Baxter.

The next evening, Mr Baxter visited him with a white rose in hand – symbolising purity – and a new tattoo still raw. It is of a large cross upon the right side of his neck. The top of it reaches just below the ear and the left arm would almost come round to his Adam’s apple, and whilst all black was ornately detailed with two scrolls wrapped around it reading “Communicatio in Sacris” and “Ave Didachè”. The first is a reference to Canon 844: a Catholic law regarding the licit sharing of certain sacraments with non-members… a nod to the possibility that he did not believe in God, though obscure enough to not draw attention from the fellow family members. The second has dual meanings, with it’s direct translation meaning “Hail the Teaching” referring to the priest as his teacher, though Didachè is also the Italian name of the Didache or Didact: The first of the Church Orders. He met with the priest, brought him dinner and pledged to him that his teachings were not for naught. The priest died within a month.

Despite the priests assuredness in his demise being the cause of Mr Baxter, the family did not suspect foul play and continued to utilise him as an effective tool for ‘diplomacy’. By now, he was working for more than just his family, but the Finnegan family that parented theirs. During the family issue of James O’Malley’s murder and the subsequent usurpation of by the Butcher, Mr Baxter and his family were fighting on the side of James’ daughter – Rowena – and eventually saw their support pay off in 2070 when she finally got vengeance and retook the title of Capo. Soon after this, however, Mr Baxter would retire from the business with a lifetime of earnings and almost 30 years of service on his belt. He would spend the next decade or so of his life finally living as he pleased.

Mr Baxter ceased relations with a lot of his family. His parents had grown very old by now, though rather than see it out with them he gave them an appreciable share of his wealth and left America. Many bridges were burnt, with only an essential few left and kept very secretly. He had left and travelled to Europe, firstly Rome. Finally, without the limitations of the families, Mr Baxter renounced his faith in God. He knew all along where he was summoning up his power from, he knew exactly why he was a master of the social arena, he knew that he did not put the fear of God in his targets… but the fear of him.

He had truly revelled in the manipulation he achieved over the dozens of years, the sensation of control achieved through well said words and social traps ensnaring his prey, it was all so exhilarating to him; it still is. Without any need to hold back anymore, he was free to experiment with his capabilities without confining himself to the rules of a religion. With what he had learnt along the way, he knew exactly how to use such symbolism as his weapons and he bore the cross upon his neck with pride, knowing exactly what its true meaning was.

Spending the earnings frivolously, Mr Baxter developed many refined tastes for the absolute best that life had to give, though he only enjoyed it if he could fight for it. Metaphorically of course, so many years of terrifying people with words led to the actual need to terrify with guns lacking. Though it wasn’t enough to just buy the newest suit on the line or follow the trendsetters with their increasingly bizarre styles, he had to establish his own form, one that would best compliment himself for nothing else out there was truly designed with him in mind.

It is this self-indulgence that fuelled his adept powers, his desire to control others and glorify himself that drove his black magics. And it was in these rampant years that his selfishness was most powerful. He travelled from city to city, falling in love with many of the traditionalist styles of London and beautifying the sights of Rome and other Catholic cities for their holy constructions being the works of a contradictory ‘communal hubris’. Aesthetically, the things he beheld around the cities were to him the works of desire, much like his own, and many beautiful ones at that. In his hunt for optimising his view, he had obtained a cane from Mortimer of London, along with many other icons of their clothing. This cane’s extravagance was ingrained in its secondary function as a gun; a pompous and unneeded addition on the surface, but an icon of the deceptive symbolism Mr Baxter enjoyed so much, he simply had to have it. With this, he took to practising his shot, and whilst never finding any enjoyability in the decorum-void usage of automatic rifles or otherwise efficient means of dispatching an individual, the sheer feel of a giant handcannon like the Ruger Super Warhawk inspired enough awe in him to practise it further, though it was round abouts 8 or 9 years into this foray of his that he discovered a new problem.

He had not balanced his hedonism with sustainability, and his accounts were soon running thin, far before it was time for him to die. He had to adapt, change his lifestyle to fund his manipulative desires… but he couldn’t just join a corp, he was without any history or licit background, nor could he join another syndicate and limit himself to their laws. It was time to truly challenge his capabilities and give him the fight he so desired. Mr Baxter flew back to Seattle, plan in mind and ready to set in motion, though found difficulty in starting it when he discovered that his SIN he had been using was warranted for arrest. Running low on cash and without contacts he couldn't yet get in touch with, he was forced to abandon it and try to lay low using a half decent burner as his only fallback.

The first of his bridges he needed to cross was going to sort his transportation, and a commlink call to an unlisted number later, a taxi would arrive at his location driven by none other than John Baptise himself. Mr Baxter had called in a favour for his plan, to earn entry into the Shadowhaven community – a network of shadowrunners in Seattle. This would be his new occupation. Now, he just had to set up a few more contacts with his other bridges. Juhn Slide was next visited by Mr Baxter, a street doctor who he had first come to know from a rock concert in the city. If drek really hit the fan, Dr Slide would be his best shot at survival. After that was a fellow named Black Cat, also in the area. A black marketeer: Baxter’s first purchase from him were some cigars, his most recent was the R6 Fake SIN he just lost. He’s a good bloke. Lastly, he needed someone to find him some work, and an old Mafia contact was his card for this one. A certain David Harsmen wasn’t actually situated in the city anymore but still very much a member and reliable fixer, they had met with each other before whilst Baxter was working directly with the Finnegan’s.

So, with the beginnings of a new network in place, and with coffers almost completely empty, it was time to unretire. The Old Boy’s back and at it.

==Narrative Significant Qualities==

===Positive===
* '''''Put's the 'Brutal' in Gentleman'''''
Charisma is Mr Baxter's game, though whilst he's able to play on all fronts he's better on the offensive and best when speaking softly. A close connection with the Mafia has taught him plenty of ways to mentally dominate people.
*'''''Watch the Suit'''''
The attention he pays to he wardrobe extends to keeping it all in check too.
*'''''Learnt Diogenes' Lesson'''''
His line of work has shown him everything that can and will go wrong, all a cynic need do is expect it and he can always have an edge.

===Negative===
* '''''Aged like a Fine Wine'''''
Wisdom comes with age, though it could be argued that there's nothing wise about shadowrunning. Those folks obviously haven't got the work mentality.
* '''''Creature of Comfort'''''
It's easier for a younger fellow, but after all these years anything less than a middle lifestyle is agony for an old git.
* '''''No one Wears it like I do'''''
With an accent mixed between American, Italian and British, his voice is somewhat unique. If you can only see him, look for a dude wearing a fedora, or to be exact: with a cross tattoo on the right of his neck.
* '''''I can't be seen wearing that!'''''
He agrees that he does look good in a fine suit, but the only thing he abhors more than torn jeans is the idea of wearing them himself.

==Run History==
{{RunHistory}}


==Affiliations==

===Contacts===


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===Organizations===


===Allies===

===Enemies===
* Starscreamers: -5 Rep from mission My Burning Flamesaw of Love
* Rose of Sharon Howlett: Stopped her from killing a ghoul in 'Helping Hands, Salivating Glands'. Recognisable to her visually and by astral signature, though no SIN.

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===Matrix Persona===

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Mr Baxter

2021-04-23T22:53:41Z

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=Character Information=

===Summary===
Old is gold, and Mr Baxter is a testament to the saying. He's back in business after a lengthy hiatus and more dangerous than ever. Ex-mafioso and debt-collector, William know exactly how to drive the conversation and is an adept at getting what he wants with nothing more than words rolled off a tongue both silvered and barbed. So many years of service has him well associated with the shadows of Seattle, working with the Finnegan's for 30 years before spending almost all his earnings across the next few whilst travelling between Britain and Italy - London, Rome & Madrid being his favourite places to visit,

* '''''Trivia:'''''
** ''William Simon John Baxter was born 37 minutes into 2023''
** ''He absolutely refuses to wear anything by Armanté''
** ''Given how much Italian he has learned over the years, he could probably get an Italian SIN and pull it off.''

===Goals===
'''Short Term:'''
* Earn enough to put some more SINs on his belt.
* Find increasingly extravagant clothes to wear.
* Otherwise improve gear, skills and powers.
'''Long Term'''
* Strengthen relations with current or new contacts
* Build up enough earnings to resume a more lavish lifestyle
* Run just enough to get the most out of it, but never let his age get anything out of him

==Background==
Born into the Mafia business right back in 2023, William Simon John Baxter was in dangerous waters when he awakened. The Catholic community of the family often took poorly to the concept of magic and always had a local priest watch over the young kid. He was a genuinely nice person, and surprisingly understood the fact that Will did not choose to be born this way, though this would lead the priest to view the happening as the work of God instead, which itself lead to the child being forced into the tradition. For the sake of not being disowned, or worse yet attacked by the family, he had to believe in God. After years and years of this, it was difficult to tell whether or not he truthfully didn’t.

Much to the disdain of the priest, the young adult Will’s charisma found more use shaking down debtors or blackmailing officials than it did spreading the word of God or praying for the innocent. What hurt him most was that it did not seem forced upon him; where he would politely though begrudgingly join the chorus at sermons, he would be grinning from ear to ear as he crushed the spirits of a hit. The Mafia, however, found his ‘business’ capabilities far more important than his absolute devotion to saying ‘Amen’. One evening, the priest - now quite elderly – fell ill, and blamed it upon the corruption he feels from associating with Mr Baxter.

The next evening, Mr Baxter visited him with a white rose in hand – symbolising purity – and a new tattoo still raw. It is of a large cross upon the right side of his neck. The top of it reaches just below the ear and the left arm would almost come round to his Adam’s apple, and whilst all black was ornately detailed with two scrolls wrapped around it reading “Communicatio in Sacris” and “Ave Didachè”. The first is a reference to Canon 844: a Catholic law regarding the licit sharing of certain sacraments with non-members… a nod to the possibility that he did not believe in God, though obscure enough to not draw attention from the fellow family members. The second has dual meanings, with it’s direct translation meaning “Hail the Teaching” referring to the priest as his teacher, though Didachè is also the Italian name of the Didache or Didact: The first of the Church Orders. He met with the priest, brought him dinner and pledged to him that his teachings were not for naught. The priest died within a month.

Despite the priests assuredness in his demise being the cause of Mr Baxter, the family did not suspect foul play and continued to utilise him as an effective tool for ‘diplomacy’. By now, he was working for more than just his family, but the Finnegan family that parented theirs. During the family issue of James O’Malley’s murder and the subsequent usurpation of by the Butcher, Mr Baxter and his family were fighting on the side of James’ daughter – Rowena – and eventually saw their support pay off in 2070 when she finally got vengeance and retook the title of Capo. Soon after this, however, Mr Baxter would retire from the business with a lifetime of earnings and almost 30 years of service on his belt. He would spend the next decade or so of his life finally living as he pleased.

Mr Baxter ceased relations with a lot of his family. His parents had grown very old by now, though rather than see it out with them he gave them an appreciable share of his wealth and left America. Many bridges were burnt, with only an essential few left and kept very secretly. He had left and travelled to Europe, firstly Rome. Finally, without the limitations of the families, Mr Baxter renounced his faith in God. He knew all along where he was summoning up his power from, he knew exactly why he was a master of the social arena, he knew that he did not put the fear of God in his targets… but the fear of him.

He had truly revelled in the manipulation he achieved over the dozens of years, the sensation of control achieved through well said words and social traps ensnaring his prey, it was all so exhilarating to him; it still is. Without any need to hold back anymore, he was free to experiment with his capabilities without confining himself to the rules of a religion. With what he had learnt along the way, he knew exactly how to use such symbolism as his weapons and he bore the cross upon his neck with pride, knowing exactly what its true meaning was.

Spending the earnings frivolously, Mr Baxter developed many refined tastes for the absolute best that life had to give, though he only enjoyed it if he could fight for it. Metaphorically of course, so many years of terrifying people with words led to the actual need to terrify with guns lacking. Though it wasn’t enough to just buy the newest suit on the line or follow the trendsetters with their increasingly bizarre styles, he had to establish his own form, one that would best compliment himself for nothing else out there was truly designed with him in mind.

It is this self-indulgence that fuelled his adept powers, his desire to control others and glorify himself that drove his black magics. And it was in these rampant years that his selfishness was most powerful. He travelled from city to city, falling in love with many of the traditionalist style of London and beautifying the sights of Rome and other Catholic cities for their holy constructions being the works of a contradictory ‘communal hubris’. Aesthetically, the things he beheld around the cities were to him the works of desire, much like his own, and many beautiful ones at that. In his hunt for optimising his view, he had obtained a cane from Mortimer of London, along with many other icons of their clothing. This cane’s extravagance was ingrained in its secondary function as a gun; a pompous and unneeded addition on the surface, but an icon of the deceptive symbolism Mr Baxter enjoyed so much, he simply had to have it. With this, he took to practising his shot, and whilst never finding any enjoyability in the decorum-void usage of automatic rifles or otherwise efficient means of dispatching an individual, the sheer feel of a giant handcannon like the Ruger Super Warhawk inspired enough awe in him to practise it further, though it was round abouts 8 or 9 years into this foray of his that he discovered a new problem.

He had not balanced his hedonism with sustainability, and his accounts were soon running thin, far before it was time for him to die. He had to adapt, change his lifestyle to fund his manipulative desires… but he couldn’t just join a corp, he was without any history or licit background, nor could he join another syndicate and limit himself to their laws. It was time to truly challenge his capabilities and give him the fight he so desired. Mr Baxter flew back to Seattle, plan in mind and ready to set in motion, though found difficulty in starting it when he discovered that his SIN he had been using was warranted for arrest. Running low on cash and without contacts he couldn't yet get in touch with, he was forced to abandon it and try to lay low using a half decent burner as his only fallback.

The first of his bridges he needed to cross was going to sort his transportation, and a commlink call to an unlisted number later, a taxi would arrive at his location driven by none other than John Baptise himself. Mr Baxter had called in a favour for his plan, to earn entry into the Shadowhaven community – a network of shadowrunners in Seattle. This would be his new occupation. Now, he just had to set up a few more contacts with his other bridges. Juhn Slide was next visited by Mr Baxter, a street doctor who he had first come to know from a rock concert in the city. If drek really hit the fan, Dr Slide would be his best shot at survival. After that was a fellow named Black Cat, also in the area. A black marketeer: Baxter’s first purchase from him were some cigars, his most recent was the R6 Fake SIN he just lost. He’s a good bloke. Lastly, he needed someone to find him some work, and an old Mafia contact was his card for this one. A certain David Harsmen wasn’t actually situated in the city anymore but still very much a member and reliable fixer, they had met with each other before whilst Baxter was working directly with the Finnegan’s.

So, with the beginnings of a new network in place, and with coffers almost completely empty, it was time to unretire. The Old Boy’s back and at it.

==Narrative Significant Qualities==

===Positive===
* '''''Put's the 'Brutal' in Gentleman'''''
Charisma is Mr Baxter's game, though whilst he's able to play on all fronts he's better on the offensive and best when speaking softly. A close connection with the Mafia has taught him plenty of ways to mentally dominate people.
*'''''Watch the Suit'''''
The attention he pays to he wardrobe extends to keeping it all in check too.
*'''''Learnt Diogenes' Lesson'''''
His line of work has shown him everything that can and will go wrong, all a cynic need do is expect it and he can always have an edge.

===Negative===
* '''''Aged like a Fine Wine'''''
Wisdom comes with age, though it could be argued that there's nothing wise about shadowrunning. Those folks obviously haven't got the work mentality.
* '''''Creature of Comfort'''''
It's easier for a younger fellow, but after all these years anything less than a middle lifestyle is agony for an old git.
* '''''No one Wears it like I do'''''
With an accent mixed between American, Italian and British, his voice is somewhat unique. If you can only see him, look for a dude wearing a fedora, or to be exact: with a cross tattoo on the right of his neck.
* '''''I can't be seen wearing that!'''''
He agrees that he does look good in a fine suit, but the only thing he abhors more than torn jeans is the idea of wearing them himself.

==Run History==
{{RunHistory}}


==Affiliations==

===Contacts===


{{ContactTable|


{{HasContact|
|Name= John Baptise
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=-1
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Black Cat
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= David Harsmen
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Juhn Slide
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Kenneth "Flamesaw" Murphy
|Loyalty= 3
|Chips=Even
|}}


}}


===Organizations===


===Allies===

===Enemies===
* Starscreamers: -5 Rep from mission My Burning Flamesaw of Love
* Rose of Sharon Howlett: Stopped her from killing a ghoul in 'Helping Hands, Salivating Glands'. Recognisable to her visually and by astral signature, though no SIN.

=In Character Information=

==Symbols and Signatures==

==Matrix Search Table==
{{SearchTable|
|LowResult=
|MidResult=
|HighResult=
}}
==Shadow Community Table==
{{SearchTable|
|LowThreshold=1
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|MidThreshold=3
|MidResult=
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|HighResult=
}}

==SINs==
{| class="wikitable"
! Name !! Place/Corp !! Rating !! Licenses
|-
| Edgar Wood || Seattle || 4 ||
*Concealed Carry Permit (4)
*Firearms License(4)
*Adept License (4)
|}

==Appearance==

===Matrix Persona===

==Media Mentions==

==ShadowGrid Profile Comments==

[[Category:Player Characters]]

Max "Dench" Britvic

2021-04-23T22:48:52Z

Dandy: /* Negative */

Max "Dench" Britvic

2021-04-23T22:48:17Z

Dandy: /* Positive */

Max "Dench" Britvic

2021-04-23T22:47:45Z

Dandy: /* Positive */

Max "Dench" Britvic

2021-04-23T18:27:34Z

Dandy: /* Summary */

Max "Dench" Britvic

2021-04-23T18:25:33Z

Dandy: /* Negative */

Max "Dench" Britvic

2021-04-23T18:24:59Z

Dandy: /* Negative */

Max "Dench" Britvic

2021-04-23T18:24:33Z

Dandy: /* Negative */

Max "Dench" Britvic

2021-04-23T18:23:42Z

Dandy: /* Narrative Significant Qualities */

Max "Dench" Britvic

2021-04-23T18:15:06Z

Dandy: /* SINs */

Max "Dench" Britvic

2021-04-23T18:13:56Z

Dandy: /* Contacts */

Max "Dench" Britvic

2021-04-23T18:13:09Z

Dandy: /* Summary */

Max "Dench" Britvic

2021-04-23T16:28:30Z

Dandy: /* Goals */

Max "Dench" Britvic

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Dandy: New page name

R-33

2021-04-12T20:56:16Z

Dandy:

File:Idea 3.1.jpg

2021-04-12T19:05:45Z

Dandy:

File:Idea 3.1.jpg

2021-04-12T19:03:01Z

Dandy:

Mr Baxter

2021-04-08T16:42:26Z

Dandy: /* SINs */

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=Character Information=

===Summary===
Old is gold, and Mr Baxter is a testament to the saying. He's back in business after a lengthy hiatus and more dangerous than ever. Ex-mafioso and debt-collector, William know exactly how to drive the conversation and is an adept at getting what he wants with nothing more than words rolled off a tongue both silvered and barbed. So many years of service has him well associated with the shadows of Seattle, working with the Finnegan's for 30 years before spending almost all his earnings across the next few whilst travelling between Britain and Italy - London, Rome & Madrid being his favourite places to visit,

* '''''Trivia:'''''
** ''William Simon John Baxter was born 37 minutes into 2023''
** ''He absolutely refuses to wear anything by Armanté''
** ''Given how much Italian he has learned over the years, he could probably get an Italian SIN and pull it off.''

===Goals===
'''Short Term:'''
* Earn enough to put some more SINs on his belt.
* Find increasingly extravagant clothes to wear.
* Otherwise improve gear, skills and powers.
'''Long Term'''
* Strengthen relations with current or new contacts
* Build up enough earnings to resume a more lavish lifestyle
* Run just enough to get the most out of it, but never let his age get anything out of him

==Background==
Born into the Mafia business right back in 2023, William Simon John Baxter was in dangerous waters when he awakened. The Catholic community of the family often took poorly to the concept of magic and always had a local priest watch over the young kid. He was a genuinely nice person, and surprisingly understood the fact that Will did not choose to be born this way, though this would lead the priest to view the happening as the work of God instead, which itself lead to the child being forced into the tradition. For the sake of not being disowned, or worse yet attacked by the family, he had to believe in God. After years and years of this, it was difficult to tell whether or not he truthfully didn’t.

Much to the disdain of the priest, the young adult Will’s charisma found more use shaking down debtors or blackmailing officials than it did spreading the word of God or praying for the innocent. What hurt him most was that it did not seem forced upon him; where he would politely though begrudgingly join the chorus at sermons, he would be grinning from ear to ear as he crushed the spirits of a hit. The Mafia, however, found his ‘business’ capabilities far more important than his absolute devotion to saying ‘Amen’. One evening, the priest - now quite elderly – fell ill, and blamed it upon the corruption he feels from associating with Mr Baxter.

The next evening, Mr Baxter visited him with a white rose in hand – symbolising purity – and a new tattoo still raw. It is of a large cross upon the right side of his neck. The top of it reaches just below the ear and the left arm would almost come round to his Adam’s apple, and whilst all black was ornately detailed with two scrolls wrapped around it reading “Communicatio in Sacris” and “Ave Didachè”. The first is a reference to Canon 844: a Catholic law regarding the licit sharing of certain sacraments with non-members… a nod to the possibility that he did not believe in God, though obscure enough to not draw attention from the fellow family members. The second has dual meanings, with it’s direct translation meaning “Hail the Teaching” referring to the priest as his teacher, though Didachè is also the Italian name of the Didache or Didact: The first of the Church Orders. He met with the priest, brought him dinner and pledged to him that his teachings were not for naught. The priest died within a month.

Despite the priests assuredness in his demise being the cause of Mr Baxter, the family did not suspect foul play by him continued to utilise him as an effective tool for ‘diplomacy’. By now, he was working for more than just his family, but the Finnegan family that parented theirs. During the family issue of James O’Malley’s murder and the subsequent usurpation of by the Butcher, Mr Baxter and his family were fighting on the side of James’ daughter – Rowena – and eventually saw their support pay off in 2070 when she finally got vengeance and retook the title of Capo. Soon after this, however, Mr Baxter would retire from the business with a lifetime of earnings and almost 30 years of service on his belt. He would spend the next decade or so of his life finally living as he pleased.

Mr Baxter ceased relations with a lot of his family. His parents had grown very old by now, though rather than see it out with them he gave them an appreciable share of his wealth and left America. Many bridges were burnt, with only an essential few left and kept very secretly. He had left and travelled to Europe, firstly Rome. Finally, without the limitations of the families, Mr Baxter renounced his faith in God. He knew all along where he was summoning up his power from, he knew exactly why he was a master of the social arena, he knew that he did not put the fear of God in his targets… but the fear of him.

He had truly revelled in the manipulation he achieved over the dozens of years, the sensation of control achieved through well said words and social traps ensnaring his prey, it was all so exhilarating to him; it still is. Without any need to hold back anymore, he was free to experiment with his capabilities without confining himself to the rules of a religion. With what he had learnt along the way, he knew exactly how to use such symbolism as his weapons and he bore the cross upon his neck with pride, knowing exactly what its true meaning was.

Spending the earnings frivolously, Mr Baxter developed many refined tastes for the absolute best that life had to give, though he only enjoyed it if he could fight for it. Metaphorically of course, so many years of terrifying people with words led to the actual need to terrify with guns lacking. Though it wasn’t enough to just buy the newest suit on the line or follow the trendsetters with their increasingly bizarre styles, he had to establish his own form, one that would best compliment himself for nothing else out there was truly designed with him in mind.

It is this self-indulgence that fuelled his adept powers, his desire to control others and glorify himself that drove his black magics. And it was in these rampant years that his selfishness was most powerful. He travelled from city to city, falling in love with many of the traditionalist style of London and beautifying the sights of Rome and other Catholic cities for their holy constructions being the works of a contradictory ‘communal hubris’. Aesthetically, the things he beheld around the cities were to him the works of desire, much like his own, and many beautiful ones at that. In his hunt for optimising his view, he had obtained a cane from Mortimer of London, along with many other icons of their clothing. This cane’s extravagance was ingrained in its secondary function as a gun; a pompous and unneeded addition on the surface, but an icon of the deceptive symbolism Mr Baxter enjoyed so much, he simply had to have it. With this, he took to practising his shot, and whilst never finding any enjoyability in the decorum-void usage of automatic rifles or otherwise efficient means of dispatching an individual, the sheer feel of a giant handcannon like the Ruger Super Warhawk inspired enough awe in him to practise it further, though it was round abouts 8 or 9 years into this foray of his that he discovered a new problem.

He had not balanced his hedonism with sustainability, and his accounts were soon running thin, far before it was time for him to die. He had to adapt, change his lifestyle to fund his manipulative desires… but he couldn’t just join a corp, he was without any history or licit background, nor could he join another syndicate and limit himself to their laws. It was time to truly challenge his capabilities and give him the fight he so desired. Mr Baxter flew back to Seattle, plan in mind and ready to set in motion, though found difficulty in starting it when he discovered that his SIN he had been using was warranted for arrest. Running low on cash and without contacts he couldn't yet get in touch with, he was forced to abandon it and try to lay low using a half decent burner as his only fallback.

The first of his bridges he needed to cross was going to sort his transportation, and a commlink call to an unlisted number later, a taxi would arrive at his location driven by none other than John Baptise himself. Mr Baxter had called in a favour for his plan, to earn entry into the Shadowhaven community – a network of shadowrunners in Seattle. This would be his new occupation. Now, he just had to set up a few more contacts with his other bridges. Juhn Slide was next visited by Mr Baxter, a street doctor who he had first come to know from a rock concert in the city. If drek really hit the fan, Dr Slide would be his best shot at survival. After that was a fellow named Black Cat, also in the area. A black marketeer: Baxter’s first purchase from him were some cigars, his most recent was the R6 Fake SIN he just lost. He’s a good bloke. Lastly, he needed someone to find him some work, and an old Mafia contact was his card for this one. A certain David Harsmen wasn’t actually situated in the city anymore but still very much a member and reliable fixer, they had met with each other before whilst Baxter was working directly with the Finnegan’s.

So, with the beginnings of a new network in place, and with coffers almost completely empty, it was time to unretire. The Old Boy’s back and at it.

==Narrative Significant Qualities==

===Positive===
* '''''Put's the 'Brutal' in Gentleman'''''
Charisma is Mr Baxter's game, though whilst he's able to play on all fronts he's better on the offensive and best when speaking softly. A close connection with the Mafia has taught him plenty of ways to mentally dominate people.
*'''''Watch the Suit'''''
The attention he pays to he wardrobe extends to keeping it all in check too.
*'''''Learnt Diogenes' Lesson'''''
His line of work has shown him everything that can and will go wrong, all a cynic need do is expect it and he can always have an edge.

===Negative===
* '''''Aged like a Fine Wine'''''
Wisdom comes with age, though it could be argued that there's nothing wise about shadowrunning. Those folks obviously haven't got the work mentality.
* '''''Creature of Comfort'''''
It's easier for a younger fellow, but after all these years anything less than a middle lifestyle is agony for an old git.
* '''''No one Wears it like I do'''''
With an accent mixed between American, Italian and British, his voice is somewhat unique. If you can only see him, look for a dude wearing a fedora, or to be exact: with a cross tattoo on the right of his neck.
* '''''I can't be seen wearing that!'''''
He agrees that he does look good in a fine suit, but the only thing he abhors more than torn jeans is the idea of wearing them himself.

==Run History==
{{RunHistory}}


==Affiliations==

===Contacts===


{{ContactTable|


{{HasContact|
|Name= John Baptise
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=-1
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Black Cat
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= David Harsmen
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Juhn Slide
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Kenneth "Flamesaw" Murphy
|Loyalty= 3
|Chips=Even
|}}


}}


===Organizations===


===Allies===

===Enemies===
* Starscreamers: -5 Rep from mission My Burning Flamesaw of Love
* Rose of Sharon Howlett: Stopped her from killing a ghoul in 'Helping Hands, Salivating Glands'. Recognisable to her visually and by astral signature, though no SIN.

=In Character Information=

==Symbols and Signatures==

==Matrix Search Table==
{{SearchTable|
|LowResult=
|MidResult=
|HighResult=
}}
==Shadow Community Table==
{{SearchTable|
|LowThreshold=1
|LowResult=
|MidThreshold=3
|MidResult=
|HighThreshold=5
|HighResult=
}}

==SINs==
{| class="wikitable"
! Name !! Place/Corp !! Rating !! Licenses
|-
| Edgar Wood || Seattle || 4 ||
*Concealed Carry Permit (4)
*Firearms License(4)
*Adept License (4)
|}

==Appearance==

===Matrix Persona===

==Media Mentions==

==ShadowGrid Profile Comments==

[[Category:Player Characters]]

Mr Baxter

2021-03-02T13:16:10Z

Dandy: /* Enemies */

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=Character Information=

===Summary===
Old is gold, and Mr Baxter is a testament to the saying. He's back in business after a lengthy hiatus and more dangerous than ever. Ex-mafioso and debt-collector, William know exactly how to drive the conversation and is an adept at getting what he wants with nothing more than words rolled off a tongue both silvered and barbed. So many years of service has him well associated with the shadows of Seattle, working with the Finnegan's for 30 years before spending almost all his earnings across the next few whilst travelling between Britain and Italy - London, Rome & Madrid being his favourite places to visit,

* '''''Trivia:'''''
** ''William Simon John Baxter was born 37 minutes into 2023''
** ''He absolutely refuses to wear anything by Armanté''
** ''Given how much Italian he has learned over the years, he could probably get an Italian SIN and pull it off.''

===Goals===
'''Short Term:'''
* Earn enough to put some more SINs on his belt.
* Find increasingly extravagant clothes to wear.
* Otherwise improve gear, skills and powers.
'''Long Term'''
* Strengthen relations with current or new contacts
* Build up enough earnings to resume a more lavish lifestyle
* Run just enough to get the most out of it, but never let his age get anything out of him

==Background==
Born into the Mafia business right back in 2023, William Simon John Baxter was in dangerous waters when he awakened. The Catholic community of the family often took poorly to the concept of magic and always had a local priest watch over the young kid. He was a genuinely nice person, and surprisingly understood the fact that Will did not choose to be born this way, though this would lead the priest to view the happening as the work of God instead, which itself lead to the child being forced into the tradition. For the sake of not being disowned, or worse yet attacked by the family, he had to believe in God. After years and years of this, it was difficult to tell whether or not he truthfully didn’t.

Much to the disdain of the priest, the young adult Will’s charisma found more use shaking down debtors or blackmailing officials than it did spreading the word of God or praying for the innocent. What hurt him most was that it did not seem forced upon him; where he would politely though begrudgingly join the chorus at sermons, he would be grinning from ear to ear as he crushed the spirits of a hit. The Mafia, however, found his ‘business’ capabilities far more important than his absolute devotion to saying ‘Amen’. One evening, the priest - now quite elderly – fell ill, and blamed it upon the corruption he feels from associating with Mr Baxter.

The next evening, Mr Baxter visited him with a white rose in hand – symbolising purity – and a new tattoo still raw. It is of a large cross upon the right side of his neck. The top of it reaches just below the ear and the left arm would almost come round to his Adam’s apple, and whilst all black was ornately detailed with two scrolls wrapped around it reading “Communicatio in Sacris” and “Ave Didachè”. The first is a reference to Canon 844: a Catholic law regarding the licit sharing of certain sacraments with non-members… a nod to the possibility that he did not believe in God, though obscure enough to not draw attention from the fellow family members. The second has dual meanings, with it’s direct translation meaning “Hail the Teaching” referring to the priest as his teacher, though Didachè is also the Italian name of the Didache or Didact: The first of the Church Orders. He met with the priest, brought him dinner and pledged to him that his teachings were not for naught. The priest died within a month.

Despite the priests assuredness in his demise being the cause of Mr Baxter, the family did not suspect foul play by him continued to utilise him as an effective tool for ‘diplomacy’. By now, he was working for more than just his family, but the Finnegan family that parented theirs. During the family issue of James O’Malley’s murder and the subsequent usurpation of by the Butcher, Mr Baxter and his family were fighting on the side of James’ daughter – Rowena – and eventually saw their support pay off in 2070 when she finally got vengeance and retook the title of Capo. Soon after this, however, Mr Baxter would retire from the business with a lifetime of earnings and almost 30 years of service on his belt. He would spend the next decade or so of his life finally living as he pleased.

Mr Baxter ceased relations with a lot of his family. His parents had grown very old by now, though rather than see it out with them he gave them an appreciable share of his wealth and left America. Many bridges were burnt, with only an essential few left and kept very secretly. He had left and travelled to Europe, firstly Rome. Finally, without the limitations of the families, Mr Baxter renounced his faith in God. He knew all along where he was summoning up his power from, he knew exactly why he was a master of the social arena, he knew that he did not put the fear of God in his targets… but the fear of him.

He had truly revelled in the manipulation he achieved over the dozens of years, the sensation of control achieved through well said words and social traps ensnaring his prey, it was all so exhilarating to him; it still is. Without any need to hold back anymore, he was free to experiment with his capabilities without confining himself to the rules of a religion. With what he had learnt along the way, he knew exactly how to use such symbolism as his weapons and he bore the cross upon his neck with pride, knowing exactly what its true meaning was.

Spending the earnings frivolously, Mr Baxter developed many refined tastes for the absolute best that life had to give, though he only enjoyed it if he could fight for it. Metaphorically of course, so many years of terrifying people with words led to the actual need to terrify with guns lacking. Though it wasn’t enough to just buy the newest suit on the line or follow the trendsetters with their increasingly bizarre styles, he had to establish his own form, one that would best compliment himself for nothing else out there was truly designed with him in mind.

It is this self-indulgence that fuelled his adept powers, his desire to control others and glorify himself that drove his black magics. And it was in these rampant years that his selfishness was most powerful. He travelled from city to city, falling in love with many of the traditionalist style of London and beautifying the sights of Rome and other Catholic cities for their holy constructions being the works of a contradictory ‘communal hubris’. Aesthetically, the things he beheld around the cities were to him the works of desire, much like his own, and many beautiful ones at that. In his hunt for optimising his view, he had obtained a cane from Mortimer of London, along with many other icons of their clothing. This cane’s extravagance was ingrained in its secondary function as a gun; a pompous and unneeded addition on the surface, but an icon of the deceptive symbolism Mr Baxter enjoyed so much, he simply had to have it. With this, he took to practising his shot, and whilst never finding any enjoyability in the decorum-void usage of automatic rifles or otherwise efficient means of dispatching an individual, the sheer feel of a giant handcannon like the Ruger Super Warhawk inspired enough awe in him to practise it further, though it was round abouts 8 or 9 years into this foray of his that he discovered a new problem.

He had not balanced his hedonism with sustainability, and his accounts were soon running thin, far before it was time for him to die. He had to adapt, change his lifestyle to fund his manipulative desires… but he couldn’t just join a corp, he was without any history or licit background, nor could he join another syndicate and limit himself to their laws. It was time to truly challenge his capabilities and give him the fight he so desired. Mr Baxter flew back to Seattle, plan in mind and ready to set in motion, though found difficulty in starting it when he discovered that his SIN he had been using was warranted for arrest. Running low on cash and without contacts he couldn't yet get in touch with, he was forced to abandon it and try to lay low using a half decent burner as his only fallback.

The first of his bridges he needed to cross was going to sort his transportation, and a commlink call to an unlisted number later, a taxi would arrive at his location driven by none other than John Baptise himself. Mr Baxter had called in a favour for his plan, to earn entry into the Shadowhaven community – a network of shadowrunners in Seattle. This would be his new occupation. Now, he just had to set up a few more contacts with his other bridges. Juhn Slide was next visited by Mr Baxter, a street doctor who he had first come to know from a rock concert in the city. If drek really hit the fan, Dr Slide would be his best shot at survival. After that was a fellow named Black Cat, also in the area. A black marketeer: Baxter’s first purchase from him were some cigars, his most recent was the R6 Fake SIN he just lost. He’s a good bloke. Lastly, he needed someone to find him some work, and an old Mafia contact was his card for this one. A certain David Harsmen wasn’t actually situated in the city anymore but still very much a member and reliable fixer, they had met with each other before whilst Baxter was working directly with the Finnegan’s.

So, with the beginnings of a new network in place, and with coffers almost completely empty, it was time to unretire. The Old Boy’s back and at it.

==Narrative Significant Qualities==

===Positive===
* '''''Put's the 'Brutal' in Gentleman'''''
Charisma is Mr Baxter's game, though whilst he's able to play on all fronts he's better on the offensive and best when speaking softly. A close connection with the Mafia has taught him plenty of ways to mentally dominate people.
*'''''Watch the Suit'''''
The attention he pays to he wardrobe extends to keeping it all in check too.
*'''''Learnt Diogenes' Lesson'''''
His line of work has shown him everything that can and will go wrong, all a cynic need do is expect it and he can always have an edge.

===Negative===
* '''''Aged like a Fine Wine'''''
Wisdom comes with age, though it could be argued that there's nothing wise about shadowrunning. Those folks obviously haven't got the work mentality.
* '''''Creature of Comfort'''''
It's easier for a younger fellow, but after all these years anything less than a middle lifestyle is agony for an old git.
* '''''No one Wears it like I do'''''
With an accent mixed between American, Italian and British, his voice is somewhat unique. If you can only see him, look for a dude wearing a fedora, or to be exact: with a cross tattoo on the right of his neck.
* '''''I can't be seen wearing that!'''''
He agrees that he does look good in a fine suit, but the only thing he abhors more than torn jeans is the idea of wearing them himself.

==Run History==
{{RunHistory}}


==Affiliations==

===Contacts===


{{ContactTable|


{{HasContact|
|Name= John Baptise
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=-1
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Black Cat
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= David Harsmen
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Juhn Slide
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Kenneth "Flamesaw" Murphy
|Loyalty= 3
|Chips=Even
|}}


}}


===Organizations===


===Allies===

===Enemies===
* Starscreamers: -5 Rep from mission My Burning Flamesaw of Love
* Rose of Sharon Howlett: Stopped her from killing a ghoul in 'Helping Hands, Salivating Glands'. Recognisable to her visually and by astral signature, though no SIN.

=In Character Information=

==Symbols and Signatures==

==Matrix Search Table==
{{SearchTable|
|LowResult=
|MidResult=
|HighResult=
}}
==Shadow Community Table==
{{SearchTable|
|LowThreshold=1
|LowResult=
|MidThreshold=3
|MidResult=
|HighThreshold=5
|HighResult=
}}

==SINs==
{| class="wikitable"
! Name !! Place/Corp !! Rating !! Licenses
|-
| Edgar Wood || Seattle || 3 ||
*Concealed Carry Permit (3)
*Firearms License(3)
*Adept License (3)
|}

==Appearance==

===Matrix Persona===

==Media Mentions==

==ShadowGrid Profile Comments==

[[Category:Player Characters]]

Mr Baxter

2021-03-02T13:15:41Z

Dandy: /* Enemies */

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=Character Information=

===Summary===
Old is gold, and Mr Baxter is a testament to the saying. He's back in business after a lengthy hiatus and more dangerous than ever. Ex-mafioso and debt-collector, William know exactly how to drive the conversation and is an adept at getting what he wants with nothing more than words rolled off a tongue both silvered and barbed. So many years of service has him well associated with the shadows of Seattle, working with the Finnegan's for 30 years before spending almost all his earnings across the next few whilst travelling between Britain and Italy - London, Rome & Madrid being his favourite places to visit,

* '''''Trivia:'''''
** ''William Simon John Baxter was born 37 minutes into 2023''
** ''He absolutely refuses to wear anything by Armanté''
** ''Given how much Italian he has learned over the years, he could probably get an Italian SIN and pull it off.''

===Goals===
'''Short Term:'''
* Earn enough to put some more SINs on his belt.
* Find increasingly extravagant clothes to wear.
* Otherwise improve gear, skills and powers.
'''Long Term'''
* Strengthen relations with current or new contacts
* Build up enough earnings to resume a more lavish lifestyle
* Run just enough to get the most out of it, but never let his age get anything out of him

==Background==
Born into the Mafia business right back in 2023, William Simon John Baxter was in dangerous waters when he awakened. The Catholic community of the family often took poorly to the concept of magic and always had a local priest watch over the young kid. He was a genuinely nice person, and surprisingly understood the fact that Will did not choose to be born this way, though this would lead the priest to view the happening as the work of God instead, which itself lead to the child being forced into the tradition. For the sake of not being disowned, or worse yet attacked by the family, he had to believe in God. After years and years of this, it was difficult to tell whether or not he truthfully didn’t.

Much to the disdain of the priest, the young adult Will’s charisma found more use shaking down debtors or blackmailing officials than it did spreading the word of God or praying for the innocent. What hurt him most was that it did not seem forced upon him; where he would politely though begrudgingly join the chorus at sermons, he would be grinning from ear to ear as he crushed the spirits of a hit. The Mafia, however, found his ‘business’ capabilities far more important than his absolute devotion to saying ‘Amen’. One evening, the priest - now quite elderly – fell ill, and blamed it upon the corruption he feels from associating with Mr Baxter.

The next evening, Mr Baxter visited him with a white rose in hand – symbolising purity – and a new tattoo still raw. It is of a large cross upon the right side of his neck. The top of it reaches just below the ear and the left arm would almost come round to his Adam’s apple, and whilst all black was ornately detailed with two scrolls wrapped around it reading “Communicatio in Sacris” and “Ave Didachè”. The first is a reference to Canon 844: a Catholic law regarding the licit sharing of certain sacraments with non-members… a nod to the possibility that he did not believe in God, though obscure enough to not draw attention from the fellow family members. The second has dual meanings, with it’s direct translation meaning “Hail the Teaching” referring to the priest as his teacher, though Didachè is also the Italian name of the Didache or Didact: The first of the Church Orders. He met with the priest, brought him dinner and pledged to him that his teachings were not for naught. The priest died within a month.

Despite the priests assuredness in his demise being the cause of Mr Baxter, the family did not suspect foul play by him continued to utilise him as an effective tool for ‘diplomacy’. By now, he was working for more than just his family, but the Finnegan family that parented theirs. During the family issue of James O’Malley’s murder and the subsequent usurpation of by the Butcher, Mr Baxter and his family were fighting on the side of James’ daughter – Rowena – and eventually saw their support pay off in 2070 when she finally got vengeance and retook the title of Capo. Soon after this, however, Mr Baxter would retire from the business with a lifetime of earnings and almost 30 years of service on his belt. He would spend the next decade or so of his life finally living as he pleased.

Mr Baxter ceased relations with a lot of his family. His parents had grown very old by now, though rather than see it out with them he gave them an appreciable share of his wealth and left America. Many bridges were burnt, with only an essential few left and kept very secretly. He had left and travelled to Europe, firstly Rome. Finally, without the limitations of the families, Mr Baxter renounced his faith in God. He knew all along where he was summoning up his power from, he knew exactly why he was a master of the social arena, he knew that he did not put the fear of God in his targets… but the fear of him.

He had truly revelled in the manipulation he achieved over the dozens of years, the sensation of control achieved through well said words and social traps ensnaring his prey, it was all so exhilarating to him; it still is. Without any need to hold back anymore, he was free to experiment with his capabilities without confining himself to the rules of a religion. With what he had learnt along the way, he knew exactly how to use such symbolism as his weapons and he bore the cross upon his neck with pride, knowing exactly what its true meaning was.

Spending the earnings frivolously, Mr Baxter developed many refined tastes for the absolute best that life had to give, though he only enjoyed it if he could fight for it. Metaphorically of course, so many years of terrifying people with words led to the actual need to terrify with guns lacking. Though it wasn’t enough to just buy the newest suit on the line or follow the trendsetters with their increasingly bizarre styles, he had to establish his own form, one that would best compliment himself for nothing else out there was truly designed with him in mind.

It is this self-indulgence that fuelled his adept powers, his desire to control others and glorify himself that drove his black magics. And it was in these rampant years that his selfishness was most powerful. He travelled from city to city, falling in love with many of the traditionalist style of London and beautifying the sights of Rome and other Catholic cities for their holy constructions being the works of a contradictory ‘communal hubris’. Aesthetically, the things he beheld around the cities were to him the works of desire, much like his own, and many beautiful ones at that. In his hunt for optimising his view, he had obtained a cane from Mortimer of London, along with many other icons of their clothing. This cane’s extravagance was ingrained in its secondary function as a gun; a pompous and unneeded addition on the surface, but an icon of the deceptive symbolism Mr Baxter enjoyed so much, he simply had to have it. With this, he took to practising his shot, and whilst never finding any enjoyability in the decorum-void usage of automatic rifles or otherwise efficient means of dispatching an individual, the sheer feel of a giant handcannon like the Ruger Super Warhawk inspired enough awe in him to practise it further, though it was round abouts 8 or 9 years into this foray of his that he discovered a new problem.

He had not balanced his hedonism with sustainability, and his accounts were soon running thin, far before it was time for him to die. He had to adapt, change his lifestyle to fund his manipulative desires… but he couldn’t just join a corp, he was without any history or licit background, nor could he join another syndicate and limit himself to their laws. It was time to truly challenge his capabilities and give him the fight he so desired. Mr Baxter flew back to Seattle, plan in mind and ready to set in motion, though found difficulty in starting it when he discovered that his SIN he had been using was warranted for arrest. Running low on cash and without contacts he couldn't yet get in touch with, he was forced to abandon it and try to lay low using a half decent burner as his only fallback.

The first of his bridges he needed to cross was going to sort his transportation, and a commlink call to an unlisted number later, a taxi would arrive at his location driven by none other than John Baptise himself. Mr Baxter had called in a favour for his plan, to earn entry into the Shadowhaven community – a network of shadowrunners in Seattle. This would be his new occupation. Now, he just had to set up a few more contacts with his other bridges. Juhn Slide was next visited by Mr Baxter, a street doctor who he had first come to know from a rock concert in the city. If drek really hit the fan, Dr Slide would be his best shot at survival. After that was a fellow named Black Cat, also in the area. A black marketeer: Baxter’s first purchase from him were some cigars, his most recent was the R6 Fake SIN he just lost. He’s a good bloke. Lastly, he needed someone to find him some work, and an old Mafia contact was his card for this one. A certain David Harsmen wasn’t actually situated in the city anymore but still very much a member and reliable fixer, they had met with each other before whilst Baxter was working directly with the Finnegan’s.

So, with the beginnings of a new network in place, and with coffers almost completely empty, it was time to unretire. The Old Boy’s back and at it.

==Narrative Significant Qualities==

===Positive===
* '''''Put's the 'Brutal' in Gentleman'''''
Charisma is Mr Baxter's game, though whilst he's able to play on all fronts he's better on the offensive and best when speaking softly. A close connection with the Mafia has taught him plenty of ways to mentally dominate people.
*'''''Watch the Suit'''''
The attention he pays to he wardrobe extends to keeping it all in check too.
*'''''Learnt Diogenes' Lesson'''''
His line of work has shown him everything that can and will go wrong, all a cynic need do is expect it and he can always have an edge.

===Negative===
* '''''Aged like a Fine Wine'''''
Wisdom comes with age, though it could be argued that there's nothing wise about shadowrunning. Those folks obviously haven't got the work mentality.
* '''''Creature of Comfort'''''
It's easier for a younger fellow, but after all these years anything less than a middle lifestyle is agony for an old git.
* '''''No one Wears it like I do'''''
With an accent mixed between American, Italian and British, his voice is somewhat unique. If you can only see him, look for a dude wearing a fedora, or to be exact: with a cross tattoo on the right of his neck.
* '''''I can't be seen wearing that!'''''
He agrees that he does look good in a fine suit, but the only thing he abhors more than torn jeans is the idea of wearing them himself.

==Run History==
{{RunHistory}}


==Affiliations==

===Contacts===


{{ContactTable|


{{HasContact|
|Name= John Baptise
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=-1
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Black Cat
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= David Harsmen
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Juhn Slide
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Kenneth "Flamesaw" Murphy
|Loyalty= 3
|Chips=Even
|}}


}}


===Organizations===


===Allies===

===Enemies===
Starscreamers: -5 Rep from mission My Burning Flamesaw of Love
Rose of Sharon Howlett: Stopped her from killing a ghoul in 'Helping Hands, Salivating Glands'. Recognisable to her visually and by astral signature, though no SIN.

=In Character Information=

==Symbols and Signatures==

==Matrix Search Table==
{{SearchTable|
|LowResult=
|MidResult=
|HighResult=
}}
==Shadow Community Table==
{{SearchTable|
|LowThreshold=1
|LowResult=
|MidThreshold=3
|MidResult=
|HighThreshold=5
|HighResult=
}}

==SINs==
{| class="wikitable"
! Name !! Place/Corp !! Rating !! Licenses
|-
| Edgar Wood || Seattle || 3 ||
*Concealed Carry Permit (3)
*Firearms License(3)
*Adept License (3)
|}

==Appearance==

===Matrix Persona===

==Media Mentions==

==ShadowGrid Profile Comments==

[[Category:Player Characters]]

Mr Baxter

2021-03-02T13:12:47Z

Dandy: /* Contacts */

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=Character Information=

===Summary===
Old is gold, and Mr Baxter is a testament to the saying. He's back in business after a lengthy hiatus and more dangerous than ever. Ex-mafioso and debt-collector, William know exactly how to drive the conversation and is an adept at getting what he wants with nothing more than words rolled off a tongue both silvered and barbed. So many years of service has him well associated with the shadows of Seattle, working with the Finnegan's for 30 years before spending almost all his earnings across the next few whilst travelling between Britain and Italy - London, Rome & Madrid being his favourite places to visit,

* '''''Trivia:'''''
** ''William Simon John Baxter was born 37 minutes into 2023''
** ''He absolutely refuses to wear anything by Armanté''
** ''Given how much Italian he has learned over the years, he could probably get an Italian SIN and pull it off.''

===Goals===
'''Short Term:'''
* Earn enough to put some more SINs on his belt.
* Find increasingly extravagant clothes to wear.
* Otherwise improve gear, skills and powers.
'''Long Term'''
* Strengthen relations with current or new contacts
* Build up enough earnings to resume a more lavish lifestyle
* Run just enough to get the most out of it, but never let his age get anything out of him

==Background==
Born into the Mafia business right back in 2023, William Simon John Baxter was in dangerous waters when he awakened. The Catholic community of the family often took poorly to the concept of magic and always had a local priest watch over the young kid. He was a genuinely nice person, and surprisingly understood the fact that Will did not choose to be born this way, though this would lead the priest to view the happening as the work of God instead, which itself lead to the child being forced into the tradition. For the sake of not being disowned, or worse yet attacked by the family, he had to believe in God. After years and years of this, it was difficult to tell whether or not he truthfully didn’t.

Much to the disdain of the priest, the young adult Will’s charisma found more use shaking down debtors or blackmailing officials than it did spreading the word of God or praying for the innocent. What hurt him most was that it did not seem forced upon him; where he would politely though begrudgingly join the chorus at sermons, he would be grinning from ear to ear as he crushed the spirits of a hit. The Mafia, however, found his ‘business’ capabilities far more important than his absolute devotion to saying ‘Amen’. One evening, the priest - now quite elderly – fell ill, and blamed it upon the corruption he feels from associating with Mr Baxter.

The next evening, Mr Baxter visited him with a white rose in hand – symbolising purity – and a new tattoo still raw. It is of a large cross upon the right side of his neck. The top of it reaches just below the ear and the left arm would almost come round to his Adam’s apple, and whilst all black was ornately detailed with two scrolls wrapped around it reading “Communicatio in Sacris” and “Ave Didachè”. The first is a reference to Canon 844: a Catholic law regarding the licit sharing of certain sacraments with non-members… a nod to the possibility that he did not believe in God, though obscure enough to not draw attention from the fellow family members. The second has dual meanings, with it’s direct translation meaning “Hail the Teaching” referring to the priest as his teacher, though Didachè is also the Italian name of the Didache or Didact: The first of the Church Orders. He met with the priest, brought him dinner and pledged to him that his teachings were not for naught. The priest died within a month.

Despite the priests assuredness in his demise being the cause of Mr Baxter, the family did not suspect foul play by him continued to utilise him as an effective tool for ‘diplomacy’. By now, he was working for more than just his family, but the Finnegan family that parented theirs. During the family issue of James O’Malley’s murder and the subsequent usurpation of by the Butcher, Mr Baxter and his family were fighting on the side of James’ daughter – Rowena – and eventually saw their support pay off in 2070 when she finally got vengeance and retook the title of Capo. Soon after this, however, Mr Baxter would retire from the business with a lifetime of earnings and almost 30 years of service on his belt. He would spend the next decade or so of his life finally living as he pleased.

Mr Baxter ceased relations with a lot of his family. His parents had grown very old by now, though rather than see it out with them he gave them an appreciable share of his wealth and left America. Many bridges were burnt, with only an essential few left and kept very secretly. He had left and travelled to Europe, firstly Rome. Finally, without the limitations of the families, Mr Baxter renounced his faith in God. He knew all along where he was summoning up his power from, he knew exactly why he was a master of the social arena, he knew that he did not put the fear of God in his targets… but the fear of him.

He had truly revelled in the manipulation he achieved over the dozens of years, the sensation of control achieved through well said words and social traps ensnaring his prey, it was all so exhilarating to him; it still is. Without any need to hold back anymore, he was free to experiment with his capabilities without confining himself to the rules of a religion. With what he had learnt along the way, he knew exactly how to use such symbolism as his weapons and he bore the cross upon his neck with pride, knowing exactly what its true meaning was.

Spending the earnings frivolously, Mr Baxter developed many refined tastes for the absolute best that life had to give, though he only enjoyed it if he could fight for it. Metaphorically of course, so many years of terrifying people with words led to the actual need to terrify with guns lacking. Though it wasn’t enough to just buy the newest suit on the line or follow the trendsetters with their increasingly bizarre styles, he had to establish his own form, one that would best compliment himself for nothing else out there was truly designed with him in mind.

It is this self-indulgence that fuelled his adept powers, his desire to control others and glorify himself that drove his black magics. And it was in these rampant years that his selfishness was most powerful. He travelled from city to city, falling in love with many of the traditionalist style of London and beautifying the sights of Rome and other Catholic cities for their holy constructions being the works of a contradictory ‘communal hubris’. Aesthetically, the things he beheld around the cities were to him the works of desire, much like his own, and many beautiful ones at that. In his hunt for optimising his view, he had obtained a cane from Mortimer of London, along with many other icons of their clothing. This cane’s extravagance was ingrained in its secondary function as a gun; a pompous and unneeded addition on the surface, but an icon of the deceptive symbolism Mr Baxter enjoyed so much, he simply had to have it. With this, he took to practising his shot, and whilst never finding any enjoyability in the decorum-void usage of automatic rifles or otherwise efficient means of dispatching an individual, the sheer feel of a giant handcannon like the Ruger Super Warhawk inspired enough awe in him to practise it further, though it was round abouts 8 or 9 years into this foray of his that he discovered a new problem.

He had not balanced his hedonism with sustainability, and his accounts were soon running thin, far before it was time for him to die. He had to adapt, change his lifestyle to fund his manipulative desires… but he couldn’t just join a corp, he was without any history or licit background, nor could he join another syndicate and limit himself to their laws. It was time to truly challenge his capabilities and give him the fight he so desired. Mr Baxter flew back to Seattle, plan in mind and ready to set in motion, though found difficulty in starting it when he discovered that his SIN he had been using was warranted for arrest. Running low on cash and without contacts he couldn't yet get in touch with, he was forced to abandon it and try to lay low using a half decent burner as his only fallback.

The first of his bridges he needed to cross was going to sort his transportation, and a commlink call to an unlisted number later, a taxi would arrive at his location driven by none other than John Baptise himself. Mr Baxter had called in a favour for his plan, to earn entry into the Shadowhaven community – a network of shadowrunners in Seattle. This would be his new occupation. Now, he just had to set up a few more contacts with his other bridges. Juhn Slide was next visited by Mr Baxter, a street doctor who he had first come to know from a rock concert in the city. If drek really hit the fan, Dr Slide would be his best shot at survival. After that was a fellow named Black Cat, also in the area. A black marketeer: Baxter’s first purchase from him were some cigars, his most recent was the R6 Fake SIN he just lost. He’s a good bloke. Lastly, he needed someone to find him some work, and an old Mafia contact was his card for this one. A certain David Harsmen wasn’t actually situated in the city anymore but still very much a member and reliable fixer, they had met with each other before whilst Baxter was working directly with the Finnegan’s.

So, with the beginnings of a new network in place, and with coffers almost completely empty, it was time to unretire. The Old Boy’s back and at it.

==Narrative Significant Qualities==

===Positive===
* '''''Put's the 'Brutal' in Gentleman'''''
Charisma is Mr Baxter's game, though whilst he's able to play on all fronts he's better on the offensive and best when speaking softly. A close connection with the Mafia has taught him plenty of ways to mentally dominate people.
*'''''Watch the Suit'''''
The attention he pays to he wardrobe extends to keeping it all in check too.
*'''''Learnt Diogenes' Lesson'''''
His line of work has shown him everything that can and will go wrong, all a cynic need do is expect it and he can always have an edge.

===Negative===
* '''''Aged like a Fine Wine'''''
Wisdom comes with age, though it could be argued that there's nothing wise about shadowrunning. Those folks obviously haven't got the work mentality.
* '''''Creature of Comfort'''''
It's easier for a younger fellow, but after all these years anything less than a middle lifestyle is agony for an old git.
* '''''No one Wears it like I do'''''
With an accent mixed between American, Italian and British, his voice is somewhat unique. If you can only see him, look for a dude wearing a fedora, or to be exact: with a cross tattoo on the right of his neck.
* '''''I can't be seen wearing that!'''''
He agrees that he does look good in a fine suit, but the only thing he abhors more than torn jeans is the idea of wearing them himself.

==Run History==
{{RunHistory}}


==Affiliations==

===Contacts===


{{ContactTable|


{{HasContact|
|Name= John Baptise
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=-1
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Black Cat
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= David Harsmen
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Juhn Slide
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Kenneth "Flamesaw" Murphy
|Loyalty= 3
|Chips=Even
|}}


}}


===Organizations===


===Allies===

===Enemies===
Starscreamers: -5 Rep from mission My Burning Flamesaw of Love

=In Character Information=

==Symbols and Signatures==

==Matrix Search Table==
{{SearchTable|
|LowResult=
|MidResult=
|HighResult=
}}
==Shadow Community Table==
{{SearchTable|
|LowThreshold=1
|LowResult=
|MidThreshold=3
|MidResult=
|HighThreshold=5
|HighResult=
}}

==SINs==
{| class="wikitable"
! Name !! Place/Corp !! Rating !! Licenses
|-
| Edgar Wood || Seattle || 3 ||
*Concealed Carry Permit (3)
*Firearms License(3)
*Adept License (3)
|}

==Appearance==

===Matrix Persona===

==Media Mentions==

==ShadowGrid Profile Comments==

[[Category:Player Characters]]

Mr Baxter

2021-02-14T23:05:54Z

Dandy: /* Background */

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=Character Information=

===Summary===
Old is gold, and Mr Baxter is a testament to the saying. He's back in business after a lengthy hiatus and more dangerous than ever. Ex-mafioso and debt-collector, William know exactly how to drive the conversation and is an adept at getting what he wants with nothing more than words rolled off a tongue both silvered and barbed. So many years of service has him well associated with the shadows of Seattle, working with the Finnegan's for 30 years before spending almost all his earnings across the next few whilst travelling between Britain and Italy - London, Rome & Madrid being his favourite places to visit,

* '''''Trivia:'''''
** ''William Simon John Baxter was born 37 minutes into 2023''
** ''He absolutely refuses to wear anything by Armanté''
** ''Given how much Italian he has learned over the years, he could probably get an Italian SIN and pull it off.''

===Goals===
'''Short Term:'''
* Earn enough to put some more SINs on his belt.
* Find increasingly extravagant clothes to wear.
* Otherwise improve gear, skills and powers.
'''Long Term'''
* Strengthen relations with current or new contacts
* Build up enough earnings to resume a more lavish lifestyle
* Run just enough to get the most out of it, but never let his age get anything out of him

==Background==
Born into the Mafia business right back in 2023, William Simon John Baxter was in dangerous waters when he awakened. The Catholic community of the family often took poorly to the concept of magic and always had a local priest watch over the young kid. He was a genuinely nice person, and surprisingly understood the fact that Will did not choose to be born this way, though this would lead the priest to view the happening as the work of God instead, which itself lead to the child being forced into the tradition. For the sake of not being disowned, or worse yet attacked by the family, he had to believe in God. After years and years of this, it was difficult to tell whether or not he truthfully didn’t.

Much to the disdain of the priest, the young adult Will’s charisma found more use shaking down debtors or blackmailing officials than it did spreading the word of God or praying for the innocent. What hurt him most was that it did not seem forced upon him; where he would politely though begrudgingly join the chorus at sermons, he would be grinning from ear to ear as he crushed the spirits of a hit. The Mafia, however, found his ‘business’ capabilities far more important than his absolute devotion to saying ‘Amen’. One evening, the priest - now quite elderly – fell ill, and blamed it upon the corruption he feels from associating with Mr Baxter.

The next evening, Mr Baxter visited him with a white rose in hand – symbolising purity – and a new tattoo still raw. It is of a large cross upon the right side of his neck. The top of it reaches just below the ear and the left arm would almost come round to his Adam’s apple, and whilst all black was ornately detailed with two scrolls wrapped around it reading “Communicatio in Sacris” and “Ave Didachè”. The first is a reference to Canon 844: a Catholic law regarding the licit sharing of certain sacraments with non-members… a nod to the possibility that he did not believe in God, though obscure enough to not draw attention from the fellow family members. The second has dual meanings, with it’s direct translation meaning “Hail the Teaching” referring to the priest as his teacher, though Didachè is also the Italian name of the Didache or Didact: The first of the Church Orders. He met with the priest, brought him dinner and pledged to him that his teachings were not for naught. The priest died within a month.

Despite the priests assuredness in his demise being the cause of Mr Baxter, the family did not suspect foul play by him continued to utilise him as an effective tool for ‘diplomacy’. By now, he was working for more than just his family, but the Finnegan family that parented theirs. During the family issue of James O’Malley’s murder and the subsequent usurpation of by the Butcher, Mr Baxter and his family were fighting on the side of James’ daughter – Rowena – and eventually saw their support pay off in 2070 when she finally got vengeance and retook the title of Capo. Soon after this, however, Mr Baxter would retire from the business with a lifetime of earnings and almost 30 years of service on his belt. He would spend the next decade or so of his life finally living as he pleased.

Mr Baxter ceased relations with a lot of his family. His parents had grown very old by now, though rather than see it out with them he gave them an appreciable share of his wealth and left America. Many bridges were burnt, with only an essential few left and kept very secretly. He had left and travelled to Europe, firstly Rome. Finally, without the limitations of the families, Mr Baxter renounced his faith in God. He knew all along where he was summoning up his power from, he knew exactly why he was a master of the social arena, he knew that he did not put the fear of God in his targets… but the fear of him.

He had truly revelled in the manipulation he achieved over the dozens of years, the sensation of control achieved through well said words and social traps ensnaring his prey, it was all so exhilarating to him; it still is. Without any need to hold back anymore, he was free to experiment with his capabilities without confining himself to the rules of a religion. With what he had learnt along the way, he knew exactly how to use such symbolism as his weapons and he bore the cross upon his neck with pride, knowing exactly what its true meaning was.

Spending the earnings frivolously, Mr Baxter developed many refined tastes for the absolute best that life had to give, though he only enjoyed it if he could fight for it. Metaphorically of course, so many years of terrifying people with words led to the actual need to terrify with guns lacking. Though it wasn’t enough to just buy the newest suit on the line or follow the trendsetters with their increasingly bizarre styles, he had to establish his own form, one that would best compliment himself for nothing else out there was truly designed with him in mind.

It is this self-indulgence that fuelled his adept powers, his desire to control others and glorify himself that drove his black magics. And it was in these rampant years that his selfishness was most powerful. He travelled from city to city, falling in love with many of the traditionalist style of London and beautifying the sights of Rome and other Catholic cities for their holy constructions being the works of a contradictory ‘communal hubris’. Aesthetically, the things he beheld around the cities were to him the works of desire, much like his own, and many beautiful ones at that. In his hunt for optimising his view, he had obtained a cane from Mortimer of London, along with many other icons of their clothing. This cane’s extravagance was ingrained in its secondary function as a gun; a pompous and unneeded addition on the surface, but an icon of the deceptive symbolism Mr Baxter enjoyed so much, he simply had to have it. With this, he took to practising his shot, and whilst never finding any enjoyability in the decorum-void usage of automatic rifles or otherwise efficient means of dispatching an individual, the sheer feel of a giant handcannon like the Ruger Super Warhawk inspired enough awe in him to practise it further, though it was round abouts 8 or 9 years into this foray of his that he discovered a new problem.

He had not balanced his hedonism with sustainability, and his accounts were soon running thin, far before it was time for him to die. He had to adapt, change his lifestyle to fund his manipulative desires… but he couldn’t just join a corp, he was without any history or licit background, nor could he join another syndicate and limit himself to their laws. It was time to truly challenge his capabilities and give him the fight he so desired. Mr Baxter flew back to Seattle, plan in mind and ready to set in motion, though found difficulty in starting it when he discovered that his SIN he had been using was warranted for arrest. Running low on cash and without contacts he couldn't yet get in touch with, he was forced to abandon it and try to lay low using a half decent burner as his only fallback.

The first of his bridges he needed to cross was going to sort his transportation, and a commlink call to an unlisted number later, a taxi would arrive at his location driven by none other than John Baptise himself. Mr Baxter had called in a favour for his plan, to earn entry into the Shadowhaven community – a network of shadowrunners in Seattle. This would be his new occupation. Now, he just had to set up a few more contacts with his other bridges. Juhn Slide was next visited by Mr Baxter, a street doctor who he had first come to know from a rock concert in the city. If drek really hit the fan, Dr Slide would be his best shot at survival. After that was a fellow named Black Cat, also in the area. A black marketeer: Baxter’s first purchase from him were some cigars, his most recent was the R6 Fake SIN he just lost. He’s a good bloke. Lastly, he needed someone to find him some work, and an old Mafia contact was his card for this one. A certain David Harsmen wasn’t actually situated in the city anymore but still very much a member and reliable fixer, they had met with each other before whilst Baxter was working directly with the Finnegan’s.

So, with the beginnings of a new network in place, and with coffers almost completely empty, it was time to unretire. The Old Boy’s back and at it.

==Narrative Significant Qualities==

===Positive===
* '''''Put's the 'Brutal' in Gentleman'''''
Charisma is Mr Baxter's game, though whilst he's able to play on all fronts he's better on the offensive and best when speaking softly. A close connection with the Mafia has taught him plenty of ways to mentally dominate people.
*'''''Watch the Suit'''''
The attention he pays to he wardrobe extends to keeping it all in check too.
*'''''Learnt Diogenes' Lesson'''''
His line of work has shown him everything that can and will go wrong, all a cynic need do is expect it and he can always have an edge.

===Negative===
* '''''Aged like a Fine Wine'''''
Wisdom comes with age, though it could be argued that there's nothing wise about shadowrunning. Those folks obviously haven't got the work mentality.
* '''''Creature of Comfort'''''
It's easier for a younger fellow, but after all these years anything less than a middle lifestyle is agony for an old git.
* '''''No one Wears it like I do'''''
With an accent mixed between American, Italian and British, his voice is somewhat unique. If you can only see him, look for a dude wearing a fedora, or to be exact: with a cross tattoo on the right of his neck.
* '''''I can't be seen wearing that!'''''
He agrees that he does look good in a fine suit, but the only thing he abhors more than torn jeans is the idea of wearing them himself.

==Run History==
{{RunHistory}}


==Affiliations==

===Contacts===


{{ContactTable|


{{HasContact|
|Name= John Baptise
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Black Cat
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= David Harsmen
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Juhn Slide
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Kenneth "Flamesaw" Murphy
|Loyalty= 3
|Chips=Even
|}}


}}


===Organizations===


===Allies===

===Enemies===
Starscreamers: -5 Rep from mission My Burning Flamesaw of Love

=In Character Information=

==Symbols and Signatures==

==Matrix Search Table==
{{SearchTable|
|LowResult=
|MidResult=
|HighResult=
}}
==Shadow Community Table==
{{SearchTable|
|LowThreshold=1
|LowResult=
|MidThreshold=3
|MidResult=
|HighThreshold=5
|HighResult=
}}

==SINs==
{| class="wikitable"
! Name !! Place/Corp !! Rating !! Licenses
|-
| Edgar Wood || Seattle || 3 ||
*Concealed Carry Permit (3)
*Firearms License(3)
*Adept License (3)
|}

==Appearance==

===Matrix Persona===

==Media Mentions==

==ShadowGrid Profile Comments==

[[Category:Player Characters]]

Mr Baxter

2021-02-14T22:27:02Z

Dandy:

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=Character Information=

===Summary===
Old is gold, and Mr Baxter is a testament to the saying. He's back in business after a lengthy hiatus and more dangerous than ever. Ex-mafioso and debt-collector, William know exactly how to drive the conversation and is an adept at getting what he wants with nothing more than words rolled off a tongue both silvered and barbed. So many years of service has him well associated with the shadows of Seattle, working with the Finnegan's for 30 years before spending almost all his earnings across the next few whilst travelling between Britain and Italy - London, Rome & Madrid being his favourite places to visit,

* '''''Trivia:'''''
** ''William Simon John Baxter was born 37 minutes into 2023''
** ''He absolutely refuses to wear anything by Armanté''
** ''Given how much Italian he has learned over the years, he could probably get an Italian SIN and pull it off.''

===Goals===
'''Short Term:'''
* Earn enough to put some more SINs on his belt.
* Find increasingly extravagant clothes to wear.
* Otherwise improve gear, skills and powers.
'''Long Term'''
* Strengthen relations with current or new contacts
* Build up enough earnings to resume a more lavish lifestyle
* Run just enough to get the most out of it, but never let his age get anything out of him

==Background==
Born into the Mafia business right back in 2023, William Simon John Baxter was in dangerous waters when he awakened. The Catholic community of the family often took poorly to the concept of magic and always had a local priest watch over the young kid. He was a genuinely nice person, and surprisingly understood the fact that Will did not choose to be born this way, though this would lead the priest to view the happening as the work of God instead, which itself lead to the child being forced into the tradition. For the sake of not being disowned, or worse yet attacked by the family, he had to believe in God. After years and years of this, it was difficult to tell whether or not he truthfully didn’t.

Much to the disdain of the priest, the young adult Will’s charisma found more use shaking down debtors or blackmailing officials than it did spreading the word of God or praying for the innocent. What hurt him most was that it did not seem forced upon him; where he would politely though begrudgingly join the chorus at sermons, he would be grinning from ear to ear as he crushed the spirits of a hit. The Mafia, however, found his ‘business’ capabilities for more important than his absolute devotion to saying ‘Amen’. One evening, the priest - now quite elderly – fell ill, and blamed it upon the corruption he feels from associating with Mr Baxter.

The next evening, Mr Baxter visited him with a white rose in hand – symbolising purity – and a new tattoo still raw. It is of a large cross upon the right side of his neck. The top of it reaches just below the ear and the left arm would almost come round to his Adam’s apple, and whilst all black was ornately detailed with two scrolls wrapped around it reading “Communicatio in Sacris” and “Ave Didachè”. The first is a reference to Canon 844: a Catholic law regarding the licit sharing of certain sacraments with non-members… a nod to the possibility that he did not believe in God, though obscure enough to not draw attention from the fellow family members. The second has dual meanings, with it’s direct translation meaning “Hail the Teaching” referring to the priest as his teacher, though Didachè is also the Italian name of the Didache or Didact: The first of the Church Orders. He met with the priest, brought him dinner and pledged to him that his teachings were not for naught. The priest died within a month.

Despite the priests assuredness in his demise being the cause of Mr Baxter, the family did not suspect foul play by him continued to utilise him as an effective tool for ‘diplomacy’. By now, he was working for more than just his family, but the Finnegan family that parented theirs. During the family issue of James O’Malley’s murder and the subsequent usurpation of by the Butcher, Mr Baxter and his family were fighting on the side of James’ daughter – Rowena – and eventually saw their support pay off in 2070 when she finally got vengeance and retook the title of Capo. Soon after this, however, Mr Baxter would retire from the business with a lifetime of earnings and almost 30 years of service on his belt. He would spend the next decade or so of his life finally living as he pleased.

Mr Baxter ceased relations with a lot of his family. His parents had grown very old by now, though rather than see it out with them he gave them an appreciable share of his wealth and left America. Many bridges were burnt, with only an essential few left and kept very secretly. He had left and travelled to Europe, firstly Rome. Finally, without the limitations of the families, Mr Baxter renounced his faith in God. He knew all along where he was summoning up his power from, he knew exactly why he was a master of the social arena, he knew that he did not put the fear of God in his targets… but the fear of him.

He had truly revelled in the manipulation he achieved over the dozens of years, the sensation of control achieved through well said words and social traps ensnaring his prey, it was all so exhilarating to him; it still is. Without any need to hold back anymore, he was free to experiment with his capabilities without confining himself to the rules of a religion. With what he had learnt along the way, he knew exactly how to use such symbolism as his weapons and he bore the cross upon his neck with pride, knowing exactly what its true meaning was.

Spending the earnings frivolously, Mr Baxter developed many refined tastes for the absolute best that life had to give, though he only enjoyed it if he could fight for it. Metaphorically of course, so many years of terrifying people with words led to the actual need to terrify with guns lacking. Though it wasn’t enough to just buy the newest suit on the line or follow the trendsetters with their increasing bizarre styles, he had to establish his own form, one that would best compliment himself for nothing else out there was truly designed with him in mind.

It is this self-indulgence that fuelled his adept powers, his desire to control others and glorify himself that drove his black magics. And it was in these rampant years that his selfishness was most powerful. He travelled from city to city, falling in love with many of the traditionalist style of London and beatifying the sights of Rome and other Catholic cities for their holy constructions being the works of a contradictory ‘communal hubris’. Aesthetically, the things he beheld around the cities were to him the works of desire, much like his own, and many beautiful ones at that. In his hunt for optimising his view, he had obtained a cane from Mortimer of London, along with many other icons of their clothing. This cane’s extravagance was ingrained in its secondary function as a gun; a pompous and unneeded addition on the surface, but an icon of the deceptive symbolism Mr Baxter enjoyed so much, he simply had to have it. With this, he took to practising his shot, and whilst never finding any enjoyability in the decorum-void usage of automatic rifles or otherwise efficient means of dispatching an individual, the sheer feel of a giant handcannon like the Ruger Super Warhawk inspired enough awe in him to practise it further, though it was round abouts 8 or 9 years into this foray of his that he discovered a new problem.

He had not balanced his hedonism with sustainability, and his accounts were soon running thin, far before it was time for him to die. He had to adapt, change his lifestyle to fund his manipulative desires… but he couldn’t just join a corp, he was without any history or licit background, nor could he join another syndicate and limit himself to their laws. It was time to truly challenge his capabilities and give him the fight he so desired. Mr Baxter flew back to Seattle, plan in mind and ready to set in motion, though found difficulty in starting it when he discovered that his SIN he had been using was warranted for arrest. Running low on cash and without contacts he could yet get in touch with, he was forced to abandon it and try to lay low using a half decent burner as his only fallback.

The first of his bridges he needed to cross was going to sort his transportation, and a commlink call to an unlisted number later, a taxi would arrive at his location driven by none other than John Baptise himself. Mr Baxter had called in a favour for his plan, to earn entry into the Shadowhaven community – a network of shadowrunners in Seattle. This would be his new occupation. Now, he just had to set up a few more contacts with his other bridges. Juhn Slide was next visited by Mr Baxter, a street doctor who he had first come to know from a rock concert in the city. If drek really hit the fan, Dr Slide would be his best shot and survival. After that was a fellow named Black Cat, also in the area. A black marketeer: Baxter’s first purchase from him were some cigars, his most recent was the R6 Fake SIN he just lost. He’s a good bloke. Lastly, he needed someone to find him some work, and an old Mafia contact was his card for this one. A certain David Harsmen wasn’t actually situated in the city anymore but still very much a member and reliable fixer, they had met with each other before whilst Baxter was working directly with the Finnegan’s.

So, with the beginnings of a new network in place, and with coffers almost completely empty, it was time to unretire. The Old Boy’s back and at it.

==Narrative Significant Qualities==

===Positive===
* '''''Put's the 'Brutal' in Gentleman'''''
Charisma is Mr Baxter's game, though whilst he's able to play on all fronts he's better on the offensive and best when speaking softly. A close connection with the Mafia has taught him plenty of ways to mentally dominate people.
*'''''Watch the Suit'''''
The attention he pays to he wardrobe extends to keeping it all in check too.
*'''''Learnt Diogenes' Lesson'''''
His line of work has shown him everything that can and will go wrong, all a cynic need do is expect it and he can always have an edge.

===Negative===
* '''''Aged like a Fine Wine'''''
Wisdom comes with age, though it could be argued that there's nothing wise about shadowrunning. Those folks obviously haven't got the work mentality.
* '''''Creature of Comfort'''''
It's easier for a younger fellow, but after all these years anything less than a middle lifestyle is agony for an old git.
* '''''No one Wears it like I do'''''
With an accent mixed between American, Italian and British, his voice is somewhat unique. If you can only see him, look for a dude wearing a fedora, or to be exact: with a cross tattoo on the right of his neck.
* '''''I can't be seen wearing that!'''''
He agrees that he does look good in a fine suit, but the only thing he abhors more than torn jeans is the idea of wearing them himself.

==Run History==
{{RunHistory}}


==Affiliations==

===Contacts===


{{ContactTable|


{{HasContact|
|Name= John Baptise
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Black Cat
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= David Harsmen
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Juhn Slide
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Kenneth "Flamesaw" Murphy
|Loyalty= 3
|Chips=Even
|}}


}}


===Organizations===


===Allies===

===Enemies===
Starscreamers: -5 Rep from mission My Burning Flamesaw of Love

=In Character Information=

==Symbols and Signatures==

==Matrix Search Table==
{{SearchTable|
|LowResult=
|MidResult=
|HighResult=
}}
==Shadow Community Table==
{{SearchTable|
|LowThreshold=1
|LowResult=
|MidThreshold=3
|MidResult=
|HighThreshold=5
|HighResult=
}}

==SINs==
{| class="wikitable"
! Name !! Place/Corp !! Rating !! Licenses
|-
| Edgar Wood || Seattle || 3 ||
*Concealed Carry Permit (3)
*Firearms License(3)
*Adept License (3)
|}

==Appearance==

===Matrix Persona===

==Media Mentions==

==ShadowGrid Profile Comments==

[[Category:Player Characters]]

Mr Baxter

2021-02-14T22:25:51Z

Dandy:

{{Infobox
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=Character Information=

===Summary===
Old is gold, and Mr Baxter is a testament to the saying. He's back in business after a lengthy hiatus and more dangerous than ever. Ex-mafioso and debt-collector, William know exactly how to drive the conversation and is an adept at getting what he wants with nothing more than words rolled off a tongue both silvered and barbed. So many years of service has him well associated with the shadows of Seattle, working with the Finnegan's for 30 years before spending almost all his earnings across the next few whilst travelling between Britain and Italy - London, Rome & Madrid being his favourite places to visit,

* '''''Trivia:'''''
** ''William Simon John Baxter was born 37 minutes into 2023''
** ''He absolutely refuses to wear anything by Armanté''
** ''Given how much Italian he has learned over the years, he could probably get an Italian SIN and pull it off.''

===Goals===
'''Short Term:'''
* Earn enough to put some more SINs on his belt.
* Find increasingly extravagant clothes to wear.
* Otherwise improve gear, skills and powers.
'''Long Term'''
* Strengthen relations with current or new contacts
* Build up enough earnings to resume a more lavish lifestyle
* Run just enough to get the most out of it, but never let his age get anything out of him

==Background==
Born into the Mafia business right back in 2023, William Simon John Baxter was in dangerous waters when he awakened. The Catholic community of the family often took poorly to the concept of magic and always had a local priest watch over the young kid. He was a genuinely nice person, and surprisingly understood the fact that Will did not choose to be born this way, though this would lead the priest to view the happening as the work of God instead, which itself lead to the child being forced into the tradition. For the sake of not being disowned, or worse yet attacked by the family, he had to believe in God. After years and years of this, it was difficult to tell whether or not he truthfully didn’t.

Much to the disdain of the priest, the young adult Will’s charisma found more use shaking down debtors or blackmailing officials than it did spreading the word of God or praying for the innocent. What hurt him most was that it did not seem forced upon him; where he would politely though begrudgingly join the chorus at sermons, he would be grinning from ear to ear as he crushed the spirits of a hit. The Mafia, however, found his ‘business’ capabilities for more important than his absolute devotion to saying ‘Amen’. One evening, the priest - now quite elderly – fell ill, and blamed it upon the corruption he feels from associating with Mr Baxter.

The next evening, Mr Baxter visited him with a white rose in hand – symbolising purity – and a new tattoo still raw. It is of a large cross upon the right side of his neck. The top of it reaches just below the ear and the left arm would almost come round to his Adam’s apple, and whilst all black was ornately detailed with two scrolls wrapped around it reading “Communicatio in Sacris” and “Ave Didachè”. The first is a reference to Canon 844: a Catholic law regarding the licit sharing of certain sacraments with non-members… a nod to the possibility that he did not believe in God, though obscure enough to not draw attention from the fellow family members. The second has dual meanings, with it’s direct translation meaning “Hail the Teaching” referring to the priest as his teacher, though Didachè is also the Italian name of the Didache or Didact: The first of the Church Orders. He met with the priest, brought him dinner and pledged to him that his teachings were not for naught. The priest died within a month.

Despite the priests assuredness in his demise being the cause of Mr Baxter, the family did not suspect foul play by him continued to utilise him as an effective tool for ‘diplomacy’. By now, he was working for more than just his family, but the Finnegan family that parented theirs. During the family issue of James O’Malley’s murder and the subsequent usurpation of by the Butcher, Mr Baxter and his family were fighting on the side of James’ daughter – Rowena – and eventually saw their support pay off in 2070 when she finally got vengeance and retook the title of Capo. Soon after this, however, Mr Baxter would retire from the business with a lifetime of earnings and almost 30 years of service on his belt. He would spend the next decade or so of his life finally living as he pleased.

Mr Baxter ceased relations with a lot of his family. His parents had grown very old by now, though rather than see it out with them he gave them an appreciable share of his wealth and left America. Many bridges were burnt, with only an essential few left and kept very secretly. He had left and travelled to Europe, firstly Rome. Finally, without the limitations of the families, Mr Baxter renounced his faith in God. He knew all along where he was summoning up his power from, he knew exactly why he was a master of the social arena, he knew that he did not put the fear of God in his targets… but the fear of him.

He had truly revelled in the manipulation he achieved over the dozens of years, the sensation of control achieved through well said words and social traps ensnaring his prey, it was all so exhilarating to him; it still is. Without any need to hold back anymore, he was free to experiment with his capabilities without confining himself to the rules of a religion. With what he had learnt along the way, he knew exactly how to use such symbolism as his weapons and he bore the cross upon his neck with pride, knowing exactly what its true meaning was.

Spending the earnings frivolously, Mr Baxter developed many refined tastes for the absolute best that life had to give, though he only enjoyed it if he could fight for it. Metaphorically of course, so many years of terrifying people with words led to the actual need to terrify with guns lacking. Though it wasn’t enough to just buy the newest suit on the line or follow the trendsetters with their increasing bizarre styles, he had to establish his own form, one that would best compliment himself for nothing else out there was truly designed with him in mind.

It is this self-indulgence that fuelled his adept powers, his desire to control others and glorify himself that drove his black magics. And it was in these rampant years that his selfishness was most powerful. He travelled from city to city, falling in love with many of the traditionalist style of London and beatifying the sights of Rome and other Catholic cities for their holy constructions being the works of a contradictory ‘communal hubris’. Aesthetically, the things he beheld around the cities were to him the works of desire, much like his own, and many beautiful ones at that. In his hunt for optimising his view, he had obtained a cane from Mortimer of London, along with many other icons of their clothing. This cane’s extravagance was ingrained in its secondary function as a gun; a pompous and unneeded addition on the surface, but an icon of the deceptive symbolism Mr Baxter enjoyed so much, he simply had to have it. With this, he took to practising his shot, and whilst never finding any enjoyability in the decorum-void usage of automatic rifles or otherwise efficient means of dispatching an individual, the sheer feel of a giant handcannon like the Ruger Super Warhawk inspired enough awe in him to practise it further, though it was round abouts 8 or 9 years into this foray of his that he discovered a new problem.

He had not balanced his hedonism with sustainability, and his accounts were soon running thin, far before it was time for him to die. He had to adapt, change his lifestyle to fund his manipulative desires… but he couldn’t just join a corp, he was without any history or licit background, nor could he join another syndicate and limit himself to their laws. It was time to truly challenge his capabilities and give him the fight he so desired. Mr Baxter flew back to Seattle, plan in mind and ready to set in motion, though found difficulty in starting it when he discovered that his SIN he had been using was warranted for arrest. Running low on cash and without contacts he could yet get in touch with, he was forced to abandon it and try to lay low using a half decent burner as his only fallback.

The first of his bridges he needed to cross was going to sort his transportation, and a commlink call to an unlisted number later, a taxi would arrive at his location driven by none other than John Baptise himself. Mr Baxter had called in a favour for his plan, to earn entry into the Shadowhaven community – a network of shadowrunners in Seattle. This would be his new occupation. Now, he just had to set up a few more contacts with his other bridges. Juhn Slide was next visited by Mr Baxter, a street doctor who he had first come to know from a rock concert in the city. If drek really hit the fan, Dr Slide would be his best shot and survival. After that was a fellow named Black Cat, also in the area. A black marketeer: Baxter’s first purchase from him were some cigars, his most recent was the R6 Fake SIN he just lost. He’s a good bloke. Lastly, he needed someone to find him some work, and an old Mafia contact was his card for this one. A certain David Harsmen wasn’t actually situated in the city anymore but still very much a member and reliable fixer, they had met with each other before whilst Baxter was working directly with the Finnegan’s.

So, with the beginnings of a new network in place, and with coffers almost completely empty, it was time to unretire. The Old Boy’s back and at it.

==Narrative Significant Qualities==

===Positive===
* '''''Put's the 'Brutal' in Gentleman'''''
Charisma is Mr Baxter's game, though whilst he's able to play on all fronts he's better on the offensive and best when speaking softly. A close connection with the Mafia has taught him plenty of ways to mentally dominate people.
*'''''Watch the Suit'''''
The attention he pays to he wardrobe extends to keeping it all in check too.
*'''''Learnt Diogenes' Lesson'''''
His line of work has shown him everything that can and will go wrong, all a cynic need do is expect it and he can always have an edge.

===Negative===
* '''''Aged like a Fine Wine'''''
Wisdom comes with age, though it could be argued that there's nothing wise about shadowrunning. Those folks obviously haven't got the work mentality.
* '''''Creature of Comfort'''''
It's easier for a younger fellow, but after all these years anything less than a middle lifestyle is agony for an old git.
* '''''No one Wears it like I do'''''
With an accent mixed between American, Italian and British, his voice is somewhat unique. If you can only see him, look for a dude wearing a fedora, or to be exact: with a cross tattoo on the right of his neck.
* '''''I can't be seen wearing that!'''''
He agrees that he does look good in a fine suit, but the only thing he abhors more than torn jeans is the idea of wearing them himself.

==Run History==
{{RunHistory}}


==Affiliations==

===Contacts===


{{ContactTable|


{{HasContact|
|Name= John Baptise
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Black Cat
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= David Harsmen
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Juhn Slide
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Kenneth "Flamesaw" Murphy
|Loyalty= 3
|Chips=Even
|}}


}}


===Organizations===


===Allies===

===Enemies===
Starscreamers: -5 Rep from mission My Burning Flamesaw of Love

=In Character Information=

==Symbols and Signatures==

==Matrix Search Table==
{{SearchTable|
|LowResult=
|MidResult=
|HighResult=
}}
==Shadow Community Table==
{{SearchTable|
|LowThreshold=1
|LowResult=
|MidThreshold=3
|MidResult=
|HighThreshold=5
|HighResult=
}}

==SINs==
{| class="wikitable"
! Name !! Place/Corp !! Rating !! Licenses
|-
| Edgar Wood || Seattle || 3 ||
*Concealed Carry Permit (3)
*Firearms License(3)
*Adept License (3)
|}

==Appearance==

===Matrix Persona===

==Media Mentions==

==ShadowGrid Profile Comments==

[[Category:Player Characters]]

Mr Baxter

2021-02-14T22:25:33Z

Dandy:

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=Character Information=

===Summary===
Old is gold, and Mr Baxter is a testament to the saying. He's back in business after a lengthy hiatus and more dangerous than ever. Ex-mafioso and debt-collector, William know exactly how to drive the conversation and is an adept at getting what he wants with nothing more than words rolled off a tongue both silvered and barbed. So many years of service has him well associated with the shadows of Seattle, working with the Finnegan's for 30 years before spending almost all his earnings across the next few whilst travelling between Britain and Italy - London, Rome & Madrid being his favourite places to visit,

* '''''Trivia:'''''
** ''William Simon John Baxter was born 37 minutes into 2023''
** ''He absolutely refuses to wear anything by Armanté''
** ''Given how much Italian he has learned over the years, he could probably get an Italian SIN and pull it off.''

===Goals===
'''Short Term:'''
* Earn enough to put some more SINs on his belt.
* Find increasingly extravagant clothes to wear.
* Otherwise improve gear, skills and powers.
'''Long Term'''
* Strengthen relations with current or new contacts
* Build up enough earnings to resume a more lavish lifestyle
* Run just enough to get the most out of it, but never let his age get anything out of him

==Background==
Born into the Mafia business right back in 2023, William Simon John Baxter was in dangerous waters when he awakened. The Catholic community of the family often took poorly to the concept of magic and always had a local priest watch over the young kid. He was a genuinely nice person, and surprisingly understood the fact that Will did not choose to be born this way, though this would lead the priest to view the happening as the work of God instead, which itself lead to the child being forced into the tradition. For the sake of not being disowned, or worse yet attacked by the family, he had to believe in God. After years and years of this, it was difficult to tell whether or not he truthfully didn’t.

Much to the disdain of the priest, the young adult Will’s charisma found more use shaking down debtors or blackmailing officials than it did spreading the word of God or praying for the innocent. What hurt him most was that it did not seem forced upon him; where he would politely though begrudgingly join the chorus at sermons, he would be grinning from ear to ear as he crushed the spirits of a hit. The Mafia, however, found his ‘business’ capabilities for more important than his absolute devotion to saying ‘Amen’. One evening, the priest - now quite elderly – fell ill, and blamed it upon the corruption he feels from associating with Mr Baxter.

The next evening, Mr Baxter visited him with a white rose in hand – symbolising purity – and a new tattoo still raw. It is of a large cross upon the right side of his neck. The top of it reaches just below the ear and the left arm would almost come round to his Adam’s apple, and whilst all black was ornately detailed with two scrolls wrapped around it reading “Communicatio in Sacris” and “Ave Didachè”. The first is a reference to Canon 844: a Catholic law regarding the licit sharing of certain sacraments with non-members… a nod to the possibility that he did not believe in God, though obscure enough to not draw attention from the fellow family members. The second has dual meanings, with it’s direct translation meaning “Hail the Teaching” referring to the priest as his teacher, though Didachè is also the Italian name of the Didache or Didact: The first of the Church Orders. He met with the priest, brought him dinner and pledged to him that his teachings were not for naught. The priest died within a month.

Despite the priests assuredness in his demise being the cause of Mr Baxter, the family did not suspect foul play by him continued to utilise him as an effective tool for ‘diplomacy’. By now, he was working for more than just his family, but the Finnegan family that parented theirs. During the family issue of James O’Malley’s murder and the subsequent usurpation of by the Butcher, Mr Baxter and his family were fighting on the side of James’ daughter – Rowena – and eventually saw their support pay off in 2070 when she finally got vengeance and retook the title of Capo. Soon after this, however, Mr Baxter would retire from the business with a lifetime of earnings and almost 30 years of service on his belt. He would spend the next decade or so of his life finally living as he pleased.

Mr Baxter ceased relations with a lot of his family. His parents had grown very old by now, though rather than see it out with them he gave them an appreciable share of his wealth and left America. Many bridges were burnt, with only an essential few left and kept very secretly. He had left and travelled to Europe, firstly Rome. Finally, without the limitations of the families, Mr Baxter renounced his faith in God. He knew all along where he was summoning up his power from, he knew exactly why he was a master of the social arena, he knew that he did not put the fear of God in his targets… but the fear of him.

He had truly revelled in the manipulation he achieved over the dozens of years, the sensation of control achieved through well said words and social traps ensnaring his prey, it was all so exhilarating to him; it still is. Without any need to hold back anymore, he was free to experiment with his capabilities without confining himself to the rules of a religion. With what he had learnt along the way, he knew exactly how to use such symbolism as his weapons and he bore the cross upon his neck with pride, knowing exactly what its true meaning was.

Spending the earnings frivolously, Mr Baxter developed many refined tastes for the absolute best that life had to give, though he only enjoyed it if he could fight for it. Metaphorically of course, so many years of terrifying people with words led to the actual need to terrify with guns lacking. Though it wasn’t enough to just buy the newest suit on the line or follow the trendsetters with their increasing bizarre styles, he had to establish his own form, one that would best compliment himself for nothing else out there was truly designed with him in mind.

It is this self-indulgence that fuelled his adept powers, his desire to control others and glorify himself that drove his black magics. And it was in these rampant years that his selfishness was most powerful. He travelled from city to city, falling in love with many of the traditionalist style of London and beatifying the sights of Rome and other Catholic cities for their holy constructions being the works of a contradictory ‘communal hubris’. Aesthetically, the things he beheld around the cities were to him the works of desire, much like his own, and many beautiful ones at that. In his hunt for optimising his view, he had obtained a cane from Mortimer of London, along with many other icons of their clothing. This cane’s extravagance was ingrained in its secondary function as a gun; a pompous and unneeded addition on the surface, but an icon of the deceptive symbolism Mr Baxter enjoyed so much, he simply had to have it. With this, he took to practising his shot, and whilst never finding any enjoyability in the decorum-void usage of automatic rifles or otherwise efficient means of dispatching an individual, the sheer feel of a giant handcannon like the Ruger Super Warhawk inspired enough awe in him to practise it further, though it was round abouts 8 or 9 years into this foray of his that he discovered a new problem.

He had not balanced his hedonism with sustainability, and his accounts were soon running thin, far before it was time for him to die. He had to adapt, change his lifestyle to fund his manipulative desires… but he couldn’t just join a corp, he was without any history or licit background, nor could he join another syndicate and limit himself to their laws. It was time to truly challenge his capabilities and give him the fight he so desired. Mr Baxter flew back to Seattle, plan in mind and ready to set in motion, though found difficulty in starting it when he discovered that his SIN he had been using was warranted for arrest. Running low on cash and without contacts he could yet get in touch with, he was forced to abandon it and try to lay low using a half decent burner as his only fallback.

The first of his bridges he needed to cross was going to sort his transportation, and a commlink call to an unlisted number later, a taxi would arrive at his location driven by none other than John Baptise himself. Mr Baxter had called in a favour for his plan, to earn entry into the Shadowhaven community – a network of shadowrunners in Seattle. This would be his new occupation. Now, he just had to set up a few more contacts with his other bridges. Juhn Slide was next visited by Mr Baxter, a street doctor who he had first come to know from a rock concert in the city. If drek really hit the fan, Dr Slide would be his best shot and survival. After that was a fellow named Black Cat, also in the area. A black marketeer: Baxter’s first purchase from him were some cigars, his most recent was the R6 Fake SIN he just lost. He’s a good bloke. Lastly, he needed someone to find him some work, and an old Mafia contact was his card for this one. A certain David Harsmen wasn’t actually situated in the city anymore but still very much a member and reliable fixer, they had met with each other before whilst Baxter was working directly with the Finnegan’s.

So, with the beginnings of a new network in place, and with coffers almost completely empty, it was time to unretire. The Old Boy’s back and at it.

==Narrative Significant Qualities==

===Positive===
* '''''Put's the 'Brutal' in Gentleman'''''
Charisma is Mr Baxter's game, though whilst he's able to play on all fronts he's better on the offensive and best when speaking softly. A close connection with the Mafia has taught him plenty of ways to mentally dominate people.
*'''''Watch the Suit'''''
The attention he pays to he wardrobe extends to keeping it all in check too.
*'''''Learnt Diogenes' Lesson'''''
His line of work has shown him everything that can and will go wrong, all a cynic need do is expect it and he can always have an edge.

===Negative===
* '''''Aged like a Fine Wine'''''
Wisdom comes with age, though it could be argued that there's nothing wise about shadowrunning. Those folks obviously haven't got the work mentality.
* '''''Creature of Comfort'''''
It's easier for a younger fellow, but after all these years anything less than a middle lifestyle is agony for an old git.
* '''''No one Wears it like I do'''''
With an accent mixed between American, Italian and British, his voice is somewhat unique. If you can only see him, look for a dude wearing a fedora, or to be exact: with a cross tattoo on the right of his neck.
* '''''I can't be seen wearing that!'''''
He agrees that he does look good in a fine suit, but the only thing he abhors more than torn jeans is the idea of wearing them himself.

==Run History==
{{RunHistory}}


==Affiliations==

===Contacts===


{{ContactTable|


{{HasContact|
|Name= John Baptise
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Black Cat
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= David Harsmen
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Juhn Slide
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Kenneth "Flamesaw" Murphy
|Loyalty= 3
|Chips=Even
|}}


}}


===Organizations===


===Allies===

===Enemies===
Starscreamers: -5 Rep from mission My Burning Flamesaw of Love

=In Character Information=

==Symbols and Signatures==

==Matrix Search Table==
{{SearchTable|
|LowResult=
|MidResult=
|HighResult=
}}
==Shadow Community Table==
{{SearchTable|
|LowThreshold=1
|LowResult=
|MidThreshold=3
|MidResult=
|HighThreshold=5
|HighResult=
}}

==SINs==
{| class="wikitable"
! Name !! Place/Corp !! Rating !! Licenses
|-
| Edgar Wood || Seattle || 3 ||
*Concealed Carry Permit (3)
*Firearms License(3)
*Adept License (3)
|}

==Appearance==

===Matrix Persona===

==Media Mentions==

==ShadowGrid Profile Comments==

[[Category:Player Characters]]

Mr Baxter

2021-02-14T20:04:45Z

Dandy: /* Contacts */

{{Infobox
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|title = {{PAGENAME}} 
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|Bonuses=0
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|Month=01
|Day=01
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|label16 = Priority
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}}

=Character Information=

===Summary===
Old is gold, and Mr Baxter is a testament to the saying. He's back in business after a lengthy hiatus and more dangerous than ever. Ex-mafioso and debt-collector, William know exactly how to drive the conversation and is an adept at getting what he wants with nothing more than words rolled off a tongue both silvered and barbed. So many years of service has him well associated with the shadows of Seattle, working with the Finnegan's for 30 years before spending almost all his earnings across the next few whilst travelling between Britain and Italy - London, Rome & Madrid being his favourite places to visit,

* '''''Trivia:'''''
** ''William Simon John Baxter was born 37 minutes into 2023''
** ''He absolutely refuses to wear anything by Armanté''
** ''Given how much Italian he has learned over the years, he could probably get an Italian SIN and pull it off.''

===Goals===
'''Short Term:'''
* Earn enough to put some more SINs on his belt.
* Find increasingly extravagant clothes to wear.
* Otherwise improve gear, skills and powers.
'''Long Term'''
* Strengthen relations with current or new contacts
* Build up enough earnings to resume a more lavish lifestyle
* Run just enough to get the most out of it, but never let his age get anything out of him

==Background==
Born into the Mafia business right back in 2023, William Simon John Baxter was in dangerous waters when he awakened. The Catholic community of the family often took poorly to the concept of magic and always had a local priest watch over the young kid. He was a genuinely nice person, and surprisingly understood the fact that Will did not choose to be born this way, though this would lead the priest to view the happening as the work of God instead, which itself lead to the child being forced into the tradition. For the sake of not being disowned, or worse yet attacked by the family, he had to believe in God. After years and years of this, it was difficult to tell whether or not he truthfully didn’t.

Much to the disdain of the priest, the young adult Will’s charisma found more use shaking down debtors or blackmailing officials than it did spreading the word of God or praying for the innocent. What hurt him most was that it did not seem forced upon him; where he would politely though begrudgingly join the chorus at sermons, he would be grinning from ear to ear as he crushed the spirits of a hit. The Mafia, however, found his ‘business’ capabilities for more important than his absolute devotion to saying ‘Amen’. One evening, the priest - now quite elderly – fell ill, and blamed it upon the corruption he feels from associating with Mr Baxter.

The next evening, Mr Baxter visited him with a white rose in hand – symbolising purity – and a new tattoo still raw. It is of a large cross upon the right side of his neck. The top of it reaches just below the ear and the left arm would almost come round to his Adam’s apple, and whilst all black was ornately detailed with two scrolls wrapped around it reading “Communicatio in Sacris” and “Ave Didachè”. The first is a reference to Canon 844: a Catholic law regarding the licit sharing of certain sacraments with non-members… a nod to the possibility that he did not believe in God, though obscure enough to not draw attention from the fellow family members. The second has dual meanings, with it’s direct translation meaning “Hail the Teaching” referring to the priest as his teacher, though Didachè is also the Italian name of the Didache or Didact: The first of the Church Orders. He met with the priest, brought him dinner and pledged to him that his teachings were not for naught. The priest died within a month.

Despite the priests assuredness in his demise being the cause of Mr Baxter, the family did not suspect foul play by him continued to utilise him as an effective tool for ‘diplomacy’. By now, he was working for more than just his family, but the Finnegan family that parented theirs. During the family issue of James O’Malley’s murder and the subsequent usurpation of by the Butcher, Mr Baxter and his family were fighting on the side of James’ daughter – Rowena – and eventually saw their support pay off in 2070 when she finally got vengeance and retook the title of Capo. Soon after this, however, Mr Baxter would retire from the business with a lifetime of earnings and almost 30 years of service on his belt. He would spend the next decade or so of his life finally living as he pleased.

Mr Baxter ceased relations with a lot of his family. His parents had grown very old by now, though rather than see it out with them he gave them an appreciable share of his wealth and left America. Many bridges were burnt, with only an essential few left and kept very secretly. He had left and travelled to Europe, firstly Rome. Finally, without the limitations of the families, Mr Baxter renounced his faith in God. He knew all along where he was summoning up his power from, he knew exactly why he was a master of the social arena, he knew that he did not put the fear of God in his targets… but the fear of him.

He had truly revelled in the manipulation he achieved over the dozens of years, the sensation of control achieved through well said words and social traps ensnaring his prey, it was all so exhilarating to him; it still is. Without any need to hold back anymore, he was free to experiment with his capabilities without confining himself to the rules of a religion. With what he had learnt along the way, he knew exactly how to use such symbolism as his weapons and he bore the cross upon his neck with pride, knowing exactly what its true meaning was.

Spending the earnings frivolously, Mr Baxter developed many refined tastes for the absolute best that life had to give, though he only enjoyed it if he could fight for it. Metaphorically of course, so many years of terrifying people with words led to the actual need to terrify with guns lacking. Though it wasn’t enough to just buy the newest suit on the line or follow the trendsetters with their increasing bizarre styles, he had to establish his own form, one that would best compliment himself for nothing else out there was truly designed with him in mind.

It is this self-indulgence that fuelled his adept powers, his desire to control others and glorify himself that drove his black magics. And it was in these rampant years that his selfishness was most powerful. He travelled from city to city, falling in love with many of the traditionalist style of London and beatifying the sights of Rome and other Catholic cities for their holy constructions being the works of a contradictory ‘communal hubris’. Aesthetically, the things he beheld around the cities were to him the works of desire, much like his own, and many beautiful ones at that. In his hunt for optimising his view, he had obtained a cane from Mortimer of London, along with many other icons of their clothing. This cane’s extravagance was ingrained in its secondary function as a gun; a pompous and unneeded addition on the surface, but an icon of the deceptive symbolism Mr Baxter enjoyed so much, he simply had to have it. With this, he took to practising his shot, and whilst never finding any enjoyability in the decorum-void usage of automatic rifles or otherwise efficient means of dispatching an individual, the sheer feel of a giant handcannon like the Ruger Super Warhawk inspired enough awe in him to practise it further, though it was round abouts 8 or 9 years into this foray of his that he discovered a new problem.

He had not balanced his hedonism with sustainability, and his accounts were soon running thin, far before it was time for him to die. He had to adapt, change his lifestyle to fund his manipulative desires… but he couldn’t just join a corp, he was without any history or licit background, nor could he join another syndicate and limit himself to their laws. It was time to truly challenge his capabilities and give him the fight he so desired. Mr Baxter flew back to Seattle, plan in mind and ready to set in motion, though found difficulty in starting it when he discovered that his SIN he had been using was warranted for arrest. Running low on cash and without contacts he could yet get in touch with, he was forced to abandon it and try to lay low using a half decent burner as his only fallback.

The first of his bridges he needed to cross was going to sort his transportation, and a commlink call to an unlisted number later, a taxi would arrive at his location driven by none other than John Baptise himself. Mr Baxter had called in a favour for his plan, to earn entry into the Shadowhaven community – a network of shadowrunners in Seattle. This would be his new occupation. Now, he just had to set up a few more contacts with his other bridges. Juhn Slide was next visited by Mr Baxter, a street doctor who he had first come to know from a rock concert in the city. If drek really hit the fan, Dr Slide would be his best shot and survival. After that was a fellow named Black Cat, also in the area. A black marketeer: Baxter’s first purchase from him were some cigars, his most recent was the R6 Fake SIN he just lost. He’s a good bloke. Lastly, he needed someone to find him some work, and an old Mafia contact was his card for this one. A certain David Harsmen wasn’t actually situated in the city anymore but still very much a member and reliable fixer, they had met with each other before whilst Baxter was working directly with the Finnegan’s.

So, with the beginnings of a new network in place, and with coffers almost completely empty, it was time to unretire. The Old Boy’s back and at it.

==Narrative Significant Qualities==

===Positive===
* '''''Put's the 'Brutal' in Gentleman'''''
Charisma is Mr Baxter's game, though whilst he's able to play on all fronts he's better on the offensive and best when speaking softly. A close connection with the Mafia has taught him plenty of ways to mentally dominate people.
*'''''Watch the Suit'''''
The attention he pays to he wardrobe extends to keeping it all in check too.
*'''''Learnt Diogenes' Lesson'''''
His line of work has shown him everything that can and will go wrong, all a cynic need do is expect it and he can always have an edge.

===Negative===
* '''''Aged like a Fine Wine'''''
Wisdom comes with age, though it could be argued that there's nothing wise about shadowrunning. Those folks obviously haven't got the work mentality.
* '''''Creature of Comfort'''''
It's easier for a younger fellow, but after all these years anything less than a middle lifestyle is agony for an old git.
* '''''No one Wears it like I do'''''
With an accent mixed between American, Italian and British, his voice is somewhat unique. If you can only see him, look for a dude wearing a fedora, or to be exact: with a cross tattoo on the right of his neck.
* '''''I can't be seen wearing that!'''''
He agrees that he does look good in a fine suit, but the only thing he abhors more than torn jeans is the idea of wearing them himself.

==Run History==
{{RunHistory}}


==Affiliations==

===Contacts===


{{ContactTable|


{{HasContact|
|Name= John Baptise
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Black Cat
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= David Harsmen
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Juhn Slide
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Kenneth "Flamesaw" Murphy
|Loyalty= 3
|Chips=Even
|}}


}}


===Organizations===


===Allies===

===Enemies===
Starscreamers: -5 Rep from mission My Burning Flamesaw of Love

=In Character Information=

==Symbols and Signatures==

==Matrix Search Table==
{{SearchTable|
|LowResult=
|MidResult=
|HighResult=
}}
==Shadow Community Table==
{{SearchTable|
|LowThreshold=1
|LowResult=
|MidThreshold=3
|MidResult=
|HighThreshold=5
|HighResult=
}}

==SINs==
{| class="wikitable"
! Name !! Place/Corp !! Rating !! Licenses
|-
| Edgar Wood || Seattle || 3 ||
*Concealed Carry Permit (3)
*Firearms License(3)
*Adept License (3)
|}

==Appearance==

===Matrix Persona===

==Media Mentions==

==ShadowGrid Profile Comments==

[[Category:Player Characters]]

Mr Baxter

2021-02-14T20:03:50Z

Dandy: /* Enemies */

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=Character Information=

===Summary===
Old is gold, and Mr Baxter is a testament to the saying. He's back in business after a lengthy hiatus and more dangerous than ever. Ex-mafioso and debt-collector, William know exactly how to drive the conversation and is an adept at getting what he wants with nothing more than words rolled off a tongue both silvered and barbed. So many years of service has him well associated with the shadows of Seattle, working with the Finnegan's for 30 years before spending almost all his earnings across the next few whilst travelling between Britain and Italy - London, Rome & Madrid being his favourite places to visit,

* '''''Trivia:'''''
** ''William Simon John Baxter was born 37 minutes into 2023''
** ''He absolutely refuses to wear anything by Armanté''
** ''Given how much Italian he has learned over the years, he could probably get an Italian SIN and pull it off.''

===Goals===
'''Short Term:'''
* Earn enough to put some more SINs on his belt.
* Find increasingly extravagant clothes to wear.
* Otherwise improve gear, skills and powers.
'''Long Term'''
* Strengthen relations with current or new contacts
* Build up enough earnings to resume a more lavish lifestyle
* Run just enough to get the most out of it, but never let his age get anything out of him

==Background==
Born into the Mafia business right back in 2023, William Simon John Baxter was in dangerous waters when he awakened. The Catholic community of the family often took poorly to the concept of magic and always had a local priest watch over the young kid. He was a genuinely nice person, and surprisingly understood the fact that Will did not choose to be born this way, though this would lead the priest to view the happening as the work of God instead, which itself lead to the child being forced into the tradition. For the sake of not being disowned, or worse yet attacked by the family, he had to believe in God. After years and years of this, it was difficult to tell whether or not he truthfully didn’t.

Much to the disdain of the priest, the young adult Will’s charisma found more use shaking down debtors or blackmailing officials than it did spreading the word of God or praying for the innocent. What hurt him most was that it did not seem forced upon him; where he would politely though begrudgingly join the chorus at sermons, he would be grinning from ear to ear as he crushed the spirits of a hit. The Mafia, however, found his ‘business’ capabilities for more important than his absolute devotion to saying ‘Amen’. One evening, the priest - now quite elderly – fell ill, and blamed it upon the corruption he feels from associating with Mr Baxter.

The next evening, Mr Baxter visited him with a white rose in hand – symbolising purity – and a new tattoo still raw. It is of a large cross upon the right side of his neck. The top of it reaches just below the ear and the left arm would almost come round to his Adam’s apple, and whilst all black was ornately detailed with two scrolls wrapped around it reading “Communicatio in Sacris” and “Ave Didachè”. The first is a reference to Canon 844: a Catholic law regarding the licit sharing of certain sacraments with non-members… a nod to the possibility that he did not believe in God, though obscure enough to not draw attention from the fellow family members. The second has dual meanings, with it’s direct translation meaning “Hail the Teaching” referring to the priest as his teacher, though Didachè is also the Italian name of the Didache or Didact: The first of the Church Orders. He met with the priest, brought him dinner and pledged to him that his teachings were not for naught. The priest died within a month.

Despite the priests assuredness in his demise being the cause of Mr Baxter, the family did not suspect foul play by him continued to utilise him as an effective tool for ‘diplomacy’. By now, he was working for more than just his family, but the Finnegan family that parented theirs. During the family issue of James O’Malley’s murder and the subsequent usurpation of by the Butcher, Mr Baxter and his family were fighting on the side of James’ daughter – Rowena – and eventually saw their support pay off in 2070 when she finally got vengeance and retook the title of Capo. Soon after this, however, Mr Baxter would retire from the business with a lifetime of earnings and almost 30 years of service on his belt. He would spend the next decade or so of his life finally living as he pleased.

Mr Baxter ceased relations with a lot of his family. His parents had grown very old by now, though rather than see it out with them he gave them an appreciable share of his wealth and left America. Many bridges were burnt, with only an essential few left and kept very secretly. He had left and travelled to Europe, firstly Rome. Finally, without the limitations of the families, Mr Baxter renounced his faith in God. He knew all along where he was summoning up his power from, he knew exactly why he was a master of the social arena, he knew that he did not put the fear of God in his targets… but the fear of him.

He had truly revelled in the manipulation he achieved over the dozens of years, the sensation of control achieved through well said words and social traps ensnaring his prey, it was all so exhilarating to him; it still is. Without any need to hold back anymore, he was free to experiment with his capabilities without confining himself to the rules of a religion. With what he had learnt along the way, he knew exactly how to use such symbolism as his weapons and he bore the cross upon his neck with pride, knowing exactly what its true meaning was.

Spending the earnings frivolously, Mr Baxter developed many refined tastes for the absolute best that life had to give, though he only enjoyed it if he could fight for it. Metaphorically of course, so many years of terrifying people with words led to the actual need to terrify with guns lacking. Though it wasn’t enough to just buy the newest suit on the line or follow the trendsetters with their increasing bizarre styles, he had to establish his own form, one that would best compliment himself for nothing else out there was truly designed with him in mind.

It is this self-indulgence that fuelled his adept powers, his desire to control others and glorify himself that drove his black magics. And it was in these rampant years that his selfishness was most powerful. He travelled from city to city, falling in love with many of the traditionalist style of London and beatifying the sights of Rome and other Catholic cities for their holy constructions being the works of a contradictory ‘communal hubris’. Aesthetically, the things he beheld around the cities were to him the works of desire, much like his own, and many beautiful ones at that. In his hunt for optimising his view, he had obtained a cane from Mortimer of London, along with many other icons of their clothing. This cane’s extravagance was ingrained in its secondary function as a gun; a pompous and unneeded addition on the surface, but an icon of the deceptive symbolism Mr Baxter enjoyed so much, he simply had to have it. With this, he took to practising his shot, and whilst never finding any enjoyability in the decorum-void usage of automatic rifles or otherwise efficient means of dispatching an individual, the sheer feel of a giant handcannon like the Ruger Super Warhawk inspired enough awe in him to practise it further, though it was round abouts 8 or 9 years into this foray of his that he discovered a new problem.

He had not balanced his hedonism with sustainability, and his accounts were soon running thin, far before it was time for him to die. He had to adapt, change his lifestyle to fund his manipulative desires… but he couldn’t just join a corp, he was without any history or licit background, nor could he join another syndicate and limit himself to their laws. It was time to truly challenge his capabilities and give him the fight he so desired. Mr Baxter flew back to Seattle, plan in mind and ready to set in motion, though found difficulty in starting it when he discovered that his SIN he had been using was warranted for arrest. Running low on cash and without contacts he could yet get in touch with, he was forced to abandon it and try to lay low using a half decent burner as his only fallback.

The first of his bridges he needed to cross was going to sort his transportation, and a commlink call to an unlisted number later, a taxi would arrive at his location driven by none other than John Baptise himself. Mr Baxter had called in a favour for his plan, to earn entry into the Shadowhaven community – a network of shadowrunners in Seattle. This would be his new occupation. Now, he just had to set up a few more contacts with his other bridges. Juhn Slide was next visited by Mr Baxter, a street doctor who he had first come to know from a rock concert in the city. If drek really hit the fan, Dr Slide would be his best shot and survival. After that was a fellow named Black Cat, also in the area. A black marketeer: Baxter’s first purchase from him were some cigars, his most recent was the R6 Fake SIN he just lost. He’s a good bloke. Lastly, he needed someone to find him some work, and an old Mafia contact was his card for this one. A certain David Harsmen wasn’t actually situated in the city anymore but still very much a member and reliable fixer, they had met with each other before whilst Baxter was working directly with the Finnegan’s.

So, with the beginnings of a new network in place, and with coffers almost completely empty, it was time to unretire. The Old Boy’s back and at it.

==Narrative Significant Qualities==

===Positive===
* '''''Put's the 'Brutal' in Gentleman'''''
Charisma is Mr Baxter's game, though whilst he's able to play on all fronts he's better on the offensive and best when speaking softly. A close connection with the Mafia has taught him plenty of ways to mentally dominate people.
*'''''Watch the Suit'''''
The attention he pays to he wardrobe extends to keeping it all in check too.
*'''''Learnt Diogenes' Lesson'''''
His line of work has shown him everything that can and will go wrong, all a cynic need do is expect it and he can always have an edge.

===Negative===
* '''''Aged like a Fine Wine'''''
Wisdom comes with age, though it could be argued that there's nothing wise about shadowrunning. Those folks obviously haven't got the work mentality.
* '''''Creature of Comfort'''''
It's easier for a younger fellow, but after all these years anything less than a middle lifestyle is agony for an old git.
* '''''No one Wears it like I do'''''
With an accent mixed between American, Italian and British, his voice is somewhat unique. If you can only see him, look for a dude wearing a fedora, or to be exact: with a cross tattoo on the right of his neck.
* '''''I can't be seen wearing that!'''''
He agrees that he does look good in a fine suit, but the only thing he abhors more than torn jeans is the idea of wearing them himself.

==Run History==
{{RunHistory}}


==Affiliations==

===Contacts===


{{ContactTable|


{{HasContact|
|Name= John Baptise
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Black Cat
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= David Harsmen
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Juhn Slide
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}


}}


===Organizations===


===Allies===

===Enemies===
Starscreamers: -5 Rep from mission My Burning Flamesaw of Love

=In Character Information=

==Symbols and Signatures==

==Matrix Search Table==
{{SearchTable|
|LowResult=
|MidResult=
|HighResult=
}}
==Shadow Community Table==
{{SearchTable|
|LowThreshold=1
|LowResult=
|MidThreshold=3
|MidResult=
|HighThreshold=5
|HighResult=
}}

==SINs==
{| class="wikitable"
! Name !! Place/Corp !! Rating !! Licenses
|-
| Edgar Wood || Seattle || 3 ||
*Concealed Carry Permit (3)
*Firearms License(3)
*Adept License (3)
|}

==Appearance==

===Matrix Persona===

==Media Mentions==

==ShadowGrid Profile Comments==

[[Category:Player Characters]]

House of Rage

2021-02-11T10:32:32Z

Dandy: /* Player After Action Reports (AARs) */

{{AARInfobox|



|Date=2082-02-07


|GM=Shadowhand


|Location=Tacoma


|Ally=Gianelli Family
|Ally2=


|RunnerList={{AARCharacterList|Antonio "Vice" Vecce|R-33|Babylon|Brumudar|Lil' Boomer}}
|RunnerCasualties= None


|Threat=Medium


|Metaplot=Taking Back Tacoma
|Metaplot2=
|Metaplot3=


|OppositionFaction=The Ragers
|OppositionUnits={{AARCharacterList|7 Gangers|3 Turrets|Boris|Decker}}
|OppositionCasualties=All of the Above


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==Summary==
Where the Gianelli Family decides to make a statement against the Ragers and the Spikes, by destroying their primary warehouse, and all those within.

==Background==
The Johnson, one Antonio "Vice" Vecce, a caporegime for the Family has hired the team to destroy a warehouse co-owned by the Ragers and the Spikes, and collect valuable data stored within in order to send a message to find a new source of income for their respective gangs.

==The Meet==
Once again, Antonio invites the runners to the upscale Italian restaurant in Tacoma known as Il Formaggio Grande, in order to discuss terms. Unfortunately, Lil' Boomer is denied entrance, do to his ghoulish affliction. As a means to assuage the savage beast, the doorman offers a table and chair as well as an expensive bottle of whiskey to the vindictive little man, hoping to at least mend some part of the bridge. LB accepts, but adds the name of Tony Gianelli to his little black book, hoping to one day return the insult with spades. The rest of the team is treated to a fabulous feast, courtesy of their host, after which he details the needs of his organization. Namely, the absolute and total destruction of the primary warehouse owned by the Ragers. He also asks for the data kept on a private closed security host, contained within the warehouse. Offering great rewards, and frowning at the hint of failure, Tony bids his charges good luck.

==The Plan==
A great deal of legwork takes place, on the matrix and astral plane, even in meat space. A grand a glorious plan is put into play with an excellent chance of giving the team an edge against their numerous foes. Unfortunately, all that goes out the window when R-33 is caught snooping within the host, as his very first action. A brief battle insues, in which the disgruntled decker is forced to drop from VR and exit the host, having only alerted the opposing forces to the presence of a raiding team.

==The Run==
The combat begins, with the shadowrunners facing an almost overwhelming force of foes. The battle is long and fierce, lasting nearly 9 seconds in real time. LB, R-33, and Brumudar are each wounded, somewhat severely, why Babylon wisely stays out of the line of fire. The true heroes of the competition turn out to be the summoned spirits, who find that the enemy is woefully unprepared to deal with magic forces. As the team slowly whittles away the gangers, the gangers fight to the last man, who turns out to be the decker who is finally dump-shocked by R-33's well placed dataspike. Breathing a sigh of relief, the team begins to finalize the destruction of the warehouse.

==Aftermath==
Having arranged a side deal with her contact Ether, Babylon acquires some choice goods for extraction to the Ancients, to pay off an old debt. LB summons a fire spirit and commands it to burn the building down, while Babylon starts flinging fireballs with wild abandon. They ultimately decide to allow the decker to live, so someone can tell the tale of the seemingly unsanctioned attack. Realizing the job is more than done, the team heads back to the restaurant, where they collect their pay, and a to-go box from Antonio.

==Rewards==
*20,000 Nuyen
*3 Karma
*2 CDP
*1 chip from Ether to Babylon
*+5 rep with the Gianelli Family
==Game Quotes==

{{Gamequote|Amusing quote from game.}}

==Player After Action Reports (AARs)==
===[[Brumudar]]===
Was a nice place for a meet, good food as well. Again quite a fair amount of legwork got done casing the place before we hit it. It felt like a solid plan going in but right as we were about to go loud the alarm tripped and our element of surprise was lost. It was a bit more of a struggle to blast our way through the gangers but we got it do.....some of us a lil worse for ware but the job still got done non the less. After all the shooting was over we torched the place dusted our tracks and got out of there before reinforcements arrived. The J felt a lil dismissive of us when we reported back but I guess that is to be expected in this world sometimes.

===[[R-33]]===
Well it was certainly something. First time I've got so close to the gunfight... honestly too close. If it weren't for the quick moves of Brumudar my face would've been more akin to swiss-cheese. Wouldn't have had the issue if I didn't trip the bloody alarm immediately. It's sods law innit? Scouting deep from over a mile away, breaking into multiple devices to find out what we were up against, not a single problem. Second I try something host-side whilst I'm outside the backdoor I blow it wide open. Thankfully the rest of the team wasn't quite so incompetent and held of the gun fights even with 3 the three turrets. The spider got lucky here and there again but managed to brick his deck in the end. Decided we'd leave him to be the only survivor, Hucked the gear in the van and burned the rest to the ground. Good pay too... and lovely pasta.
[[Category:Runs]]

Mr Baxter

2021-02-09T22:43:46Z

Dandy: /* SINs */

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=Character Information=

===Summary===
Old is gold, and Mr Baxter is a testament to the saying. He's back in business after a lengthy hiatus and more dangerous than ever. Ex-mafioso and debt-collector, William know exactly how to drive the conversation and is an adept at getting what he wants with nothing more than words rolled off a tongue both silvered and barbed. So many years of service has him well associated with the shadows of Seattle, working with the Finnegan's for 30 years before spending almost all his earnings across the next few whilst travelling between Britain and Italy - London, Rome & Madrid being his favourite places to visit,

* '''''Trivia:'''''
** ''William Simon John Baxter was born 37 minutes into 2023''
** ''He absolutely refuses to wear anything by Armanté''
** ''Given how much Italian he has learned over the years, he could probably get an Italian SIN and pull it off.''

===Goals===
'''Short Term:'''
* Earn enough to put some more SINs on his belt.
* Find increasingly extravagant clothes to wear.
* Otherwise improve gear, skills and powers.
'''Long Term'''
* Strengthen relations with current or new contacts
* Build up enough earnings to resume a more lavish lifestyle
* Run just enough to get the most out of it, but never let his age get anything out of him

==Background==
Born into the Mafia business right back in 2023, William Simon John Baxter was in dangerous waters when he awakened. The Catholic community of the family often took poorly to the concept of magic and always had a local priest watch over the young kid. He was a genuinely nice person, and surprisingly understood the fact that Will did not choose to be born this way, though this would lead the priest to view the happening as the work of God instead, which itself lead to the child being forced into the tradition. For the sake of not being disowned, or worse yet attacked by the family, he had to believe in God. After years and years of this, it was difficult to tell whether or not he truthfully didn’t.

Much to the disdain of the priest, the young adult Will’s charisma found more use shaking down debtors or blackmailing officials than it did spreading the word of God or praying for the innocent. What hurt him most was that it did not seem forced upon him; where he would politely though begrudgingly join the chorus at sermons, he would be grinning from ear to ear as he crushed the spirits of a hit. The Mafia, however, found his ‘business’ capabilities for more important than his absolute devotion to saying ‘Amen’. One evening, the priest - now quite elderly – fell ill, and blamed it upon the corruption he feels from associating with Mr Baxter.

The next evening, Mr Baxter visited him with a white rose in hand – symbolising purity – and a new tattoo still raw. It is of a large cross upon the right side of his neck. The top of it reaches just below the ear and the left arm would almost come round to his Adam’s apple, and whilst all black was ornately detailed with two scrolls wrapped around it reading “Communicatio in Sacris” and “Ave Didachè”. The first is a reference to Canon 844: a Catholic law regarding the licit sharing of certain sacraments with non-members… a nod to the possibility that he did not believe in God, though obscure enough to not draw attention from the fellow family members. The second has dual meanings, with it’s direct translation meaning “Hail the Teaching” referring to the priest as his teacher, though Didachè is also the Italian name of the Didache or Didact: The first of the Church Orders. He met with the priest, brought him dinner and pledged to him that his teachings were not for naught. The priest died within a month.

Despite the priests assuredness in his demise being the cause of Mr Baxter, the family did not suspect foul play by him continued to utilise him as an effective tool for ‘diplomacy’. By now, he was working for more than just his family, but the Finnegan family that parented theirs. During the family issue of James O’Malley’s murder and the subsequent usurpation of by the Butcher, Mr Baxter and his family were fighting on the side of James’ daughter – Rowena – and eventually saw their support pay off in 2070 when she finally got vengeance and retook the title of Capo. Soon after this, however, Mr Baxter would retire from the business with a lifetime of earnings and almost 30 years of service on his belt. He would spend the next decade or so of his life finally living as he pleased.

Mr Baxter ceased relations with a lot of his family. His parents had grown very old by now, though rather than see it out with them he gave them an appreciable share of his wealth and left America. Many bridges were burnt, with only an essential few left and kept very secretly. He had left and travelled to Europe, firstly Rome. Finally, without the limitations of the families, Mr Baxter renounced his faith in God. He knew all along where he was summoning up his power from, he knew exactly why he was a master of the social arena, he knew that he did not put the fear of God in his targets… but the fear of him.

He had truly revelled in the manipulation he achieved over the dozens of years, the sensation of control achieved through well said words and social traps ensnaring his prey, it was all so exhilarating to him; it still is. Without any need to hold back anymore, he was free to experiment with his capabilities without confining himself to the rules of a religion. With what he had learnt along the way, he knew exactly how to use such symbolism as his weapons and he bore the cross upon his neck with pride, knowing exactly what its true meaning was.

Spending the earnings frivolously, Mr Baxter developed many refined tastes for the absolute best that life had to give, though he only enjoyed it if he could fight for it. Metaphorically of course, so many years of terrifying people with words led to the actual need to terrify with guns lacking. Though it wasn’t enough to just buy the newest suit on the line or follow the trendsetters with their increasing bizarre styles, he had to establish his own form, one that would best compliment himself for nothing else out there was truly designed with him in mind.

It is this self-indulgence that fuelled his adept powers, his desire to control others and glorify himself that drove his black magics. And it was in these rampant years that his selfishness was most powerful. He travelled from city to city, falling in love with many of the traditionalist style of London and beatifying the sights of Rome and other Catholic cities for their holy constructions being the works of a contradictory ‘communal hubris’. Aesthetically, the things he beheld around the cities were to him the works of desire, much like his own, and many beautiful ones at that. In his hunt for optimising his view, he had obtained a cane from Mortimer of London, along with many other icons of their clothing. This cane’s extravagance was ingrained in its secondary function as a gun; a pompous and unneeded addition on the surface, but an icon of the deceptive symbolism Mr Baxter enjoyed so much, he simply had to have it. With this, he took to practising his shot, and whilst never finding any enjoyability in the decorum-void usage of automatic rifles or otherwise efficient means of dispatching an individual, the sheer feel of a giant handcannon like the Ruger Super Warhawk inspired enough awe in him to practise it further, though it was round abouts 8 or 9 years into this foray of his that he discovered a new problem.

He had not balanced his hedonism with sustainability, and his accounts were soon running thin, far before it was time for him to die. He had to adapt, change his lifestyle to fund his manipulative desires… but he couldn’t just join a corp, he was without any history or licit background, nor could he join another syndicate and limit himself to their laws. It was time to truly challenge his capabilities and give him the fight he so desired. Mr Baxter flew back to Seattle, plan in mind and ready to set in motion, though found difficulty in starting it when he discovered that his SIN he had been using was warranted for arrest. Running low on cash and without contacts he could yet get in touch with, he was forced to abandon it and try to lay low using a half decent burner as his only fallback.

The first of his bridges he needed to cross was going to sort his transportation, and a commlink call to an unlisted number later, a taxi would arrive at his location driven by none other than John Baptise himself. Mr Baxter had called in a favour for his plan, to earn entry into the Shadowhaven community – a network of shadowrunners in Seattle. This would be his new occupation. Now, he just had to set up a few more contacts with his other bridges. Juhn Slide was next visited by Mr Baxter, a street doctor who he had first come to know from a rock concert in the city. If drek really hit the fan, Dr Slide would be his best shot and survival. After that was a fellow named Black Cat, also in the area. A black marketeer: Baxter’s first purchase from him were some cigars, his most recent was the R6 Fake SIN he just lost. He’s a good bloke. Lastly, he needed someone to find him some work, and an old Mafia contact was his card for this one. A certain David Harsmen wasn’t actually situated in the city anymore but still very much a member and reliable fixer, they had met with each other before whilst Baxter was working directly with the Finnegan’s.

So, with the beginnings of a new network in place, and with coffers almost completely empty, it was time to unretire. The Old Boy’s back and at it.

==Narrative Significant Qualities==

===Positive===
* '''''Put's the 'Brutal' in Gentleman'''''
Charisma is Mr Baxter's game, though whilst he's able to play on all fronts he's better on the offensive and best when speaking softly. A close connection with the Mafia has taught him plenty of ways to mentally dominate people.
*'''''Watch the Suit'''''
The attention he pays to he wardrobe extends to keeping it all in check too.
*'''''Learnt Diogenes' Lesson'''''
His line of work has shown him everything that can and will go wrong, all a cynic need do is expect it and he can always have an edge.

===Negative===
* '''''Aged like a Fine Wine'''''
Wisdom comes with age, though it could be argued that there's nothing wise about shadowrunning. Those folks obviously haven't got the work mentality.
* '''''Creature of Comfort'''''
It's easier for a younger fellow, but after all these years anything less than a middle lifestyle is agony for an old git.
* '''''No one Wears it like I do'''''
With an accent mixed between American, Italian and British, his voice is somewhat unique. If you can only see him, look for a dude wearing a fedora, or to be exact: with a cross tattoo on the right of his neck.
* '''''I can't be seen wearing that!'''''
He agrees that he does look good in a fine suit, but the only thing he abhors more than torn jeans is the idea of wearing them himself.

==Run History==
{{RunHistory}}


==Affiliations==

===Contacts===


{{ContactTable|


{{HasContact|
|Name= John Baptise
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Black Cat
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= David Harsmen
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Juhn Slide
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}


}}


===Organizations===


===Allies===

===Enemies===

=In Character Information=

==Symbols and Signatures==

==Matrix Search Table==
{{SearchTable|
|LowResult=
|MidResult=
|HighResult=
}}
==Shadow Community Table==
{{SearchTable|
|LowThreshold=1
|LowResult=
|MidThreshold=3
|MidResult=
|HighThreshold=5
|HighResult=
}}

==SINs==
{| class="wikitable"
! Name !! Place/Corp !! Rating !! Licenses
|-
| Edgar Wood || Seattle || 3 ||
*Concealed Carry Permit (3)
*Firearms License(3)
*Adept License (3)
|}

==Appearance==

===Matrix Persona===

==Media Mentions==

==ShadowGrid Profile Comments==

[[Category:Player Characters]]

Mr Baxter

2021-02-09T22:43:20Z

Dandy:

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=Character Information=

===Summary===
Old is gold, and Mr Baxter is a testament to the saying. He's back in business after a lengthy hiatus and more dangerous than ever. Ex-mafioso and debt-collector, William know exactly how to drive the conversation and is an adept at getting what he wants with nothing more than words rolled off a tongue both silvered and barbed. So many years of service has him well associated with the shadows of Seattle, working with the Finnegan's for 30 years before spending almost all his earnings across the next few whilst travelling between Britain and Italy - London, Rome & Madrid being his favourite places to visit,

* '''''Trivia:'''''
** ''William Simon John Baxter was born 37 minutes into 2023''
** ''He absolutely refuses to wear anything by Armanté''
** ''Given how much Italian he has learned over the years, he could probably get an Italian SIN and pull it off.''

===Goals===
'''Short Term:'''
* Earn enough to put some more SINs on his belt.
* Find increasingly extravagant clothes to wear.
* Otherwise improve gear, skills and powers.
'''Long Term'''
* Strengthen relations with current or new contacts
* Build up enough earnings to resume a more lavish lifestyle
* Run just enough to get the most out of it, but never let his age get anything out of him

==Background==
Born into the Mafia business right back in 2023, William Simon John Baxter was in dangerous waters when he awakened. The Catholic community of the family often took poorly to the concept of magic and always had a local priest watch over the young kid. He was a genuinely nice person, and surprisingly understood the fact that Will did not choose to be born this way, though this would lead the priest to view the happening as the work of God instead, which itself lead to the child being forced into the tradition. For the sake of not being disowned, or worse yet attacked by the family, he had to believe in God. After years and years of this, it was difficult to tell whether or not he truthfully didn’t.

Much to the disdain of the priest, the young adult Will’s charisma found more use shaking down debtors or blackmailing officials than it did spreading the word of God or praying for the innocent. What hurt him most was that it did not seem forced upon him; where he would politely though begrudgingly join the chorus at sermons, he would be grinning from ear to ear as he crushed the spirits of a hit. The Mafia, however, found his ‘business’ capabilities for more important than his absolute devotion to saying ‘Amen’. One evening, the priest - now quite elderly – fell ill, and blamed it upon the corruption he feels from associating with Mr Baxter.

The next evening, Mr Baxter visited him with a white rose in hand – symbolising purity – and a new tattoo still raw. It is of a large cross upon the right side of his neck. The top of it reaches just below the ear and the left arm would almost come round to his Adam’s apple, and whilst all black was ornately detailed with two scrolls wrapped around it reading “Communicatio in Sacris” and “Ave Didachè”. The first is a reference to Canon 844: a Catholic law regarding the licit sharing of certain sacraments with non-members… a nod to the possibility that he did not believe in God, though obscure enough to not draw attention from the fellow family members. The second has dual meanings, with it’s direct translation meaning “Hail the Teaching” referring to the priest as his teacher, though Didachè is also the Italian name of the Didache or Didact: The first of the Church Orders. He met with the priest, brought him dinner and pledged to him that his teachings were not for naught. The priest died within a month.

Despite the priests assuredness in his demise being the cause of Mr Baxter, the family did not suspect foul play by him continued to utilise him as an effective tool for ‘diplomacy’. By now, he was working for more than just his family, but the Finnegan family that parented theirs. During the family issue of James O’Malley’s murder and the subsequent usurpation of by the Butcher, Mr Baxter and his family were fighting on the side of James’ daughter – Rowena – and eventually saw their support pay off in 2070 when she finally got vengeance and retook the title of Capo. Soon after this, however, Mr Baxter would retire from the business with a lifetime of earnings and almost 30 years of service on his belt. He would spend the next decade or so of his life finally living as he pleased.

Mr Baxter ceased relations with a lot of his family. His parents had grown very old by now, though rather than see it out with them he gave them an appreciable share of his wealth and left America. Many bridges were burnt, with only an essential few left and kept very secretly. He had left and travelled to Europe, firstly Rome. Finally, without the limitations of the families, Mr Baxter renounced his faith in God. He knew all along where he was summoning up his power from, he knew exactly why he was a master of the social arena, he knew that he did not put the fear of God in his targets… but the fear of him.

He had truly revelled in the manipulation he achieved over the dozens of years, the sensation of control achieved through well said words and social traps ensnaring his prey, it was all so exhilarating to him; it still is. Without any need to hold back anymore, he was free to experiment with his capabilities without confining himself to the rules of a religion. With what he had learnt along the way, he knew exactly how to use such symbolism as his weapons and he bore the cross upon his neck with pride, knowing exactly what its true meaning was.

Spending the earnings frivolously, Mr Baxter developed many refined tastes for the absolute best that life had to give, though he only enjoyed it if he could fight for it. Metaphorically of course, so many years of terrifying people with words led to the actual need to terrify with guns lacking. Though it wasn’t enough to just buy the newest suit on the line or follow the trendsetters with their increasing bizarre styles, he had to establish his own form, one that would best compliment himself for nothing else out there was truly designed with him in mind.

It is this self-indulgence that fuelled his adept powers, his desire to control others and glorify himself that drove his black magics. And it was in these rampant years that his selfishness was most powerful. He travelled from city to city, falling in love with many of the traditionalist style of London and beatifying the sights of Rome and other Catholic cities for their holy constructions being the works of a contradictory ‘communal hubris’. Aesthetically, the things he beheld around the cities were to him the works of desire, much like his own, and many beautiful ones at that. In his hunt for optimising his view, he had obtained a cane from Mortimer of London, along with many other icons of their clothing. This cane’s extravagance was ingrained in its secondary function as a gun; a pompous and unneeded addition on the surface, but an icon of the deceptive symbolism Mr Baxter enjoyed so much, he simply had to have it. With this, he took to practising his shot, and whilst never finding any enjoyability in the decorum-void usage of automatic rifles or otherwise efficient means of dispatching an individual, the sheer feel of a giant handcannon like the Ruger Super Warhawk inspired enough awe in him to practise it further, though it was round abouts 8 or 9 years into this foray of his that he discovered a new problem.

He had not balanced his hedonism with sustainability, and his accounts were soon running thin, far before it was time for him to die. He had to adapt, change his lifestyle to fund his manipulative desires… but he couldn’t just join a corp, he was without any history or licit background, nor could he join another syndicate and limit himself to their laws. It was time to truly challenge his capabilities and give him the fight he so desired. Mr Baxter flew back to Seattle, plan in mind and ready to set in motion, though found difficulty in starting it when he discovered that his SIN he had been using was warranted for arrest. Running low on cash and without contacts he could yet get in touch with, he was forced to abandon it and try to lay low using a half decent burner as his only fallback.

The first of his bridges he needed to cross was going to sort his transportation, and a commlink call to an unlisted number later, a taxi would arrive at his location driven by none other than John Baptise himself. Mr Baxter had called in a favour for his plan, to earn entry into the Shadowhaven community – a network of shadowrunners in Seattle. This would be his new occupation. Now, he just had to set up a few more contacts with his other bridges. Juhn Slide was next visited by Mr Baxter, a street doctor who he had first come to know from a rock concert in the city. If drek really hit the fan, Dr Slide would be his best shot and survival. After that was a fellow named Black Cat, also in the area. A black marketeer: Baxter’s first purchase from him were some cigars, his most recent was the R6 Fake SIN he just lost. He’s a good bloke. Lastly, he needed someone to find him some work, and an old Mafia contact was his card for this one. A certain David Harsmen wasn’t actually situated in the city anymore but still very much a member and reliable fixer, they had met with each other before whilst Baxter was working directly with the Finnegan’s.

So, with the beginnings of a new network in place, and with coffers almost completely empty, it was time to unretire. The Old Boy’s back and at it.

==Narrative Significant Qualities==

===Positive===
* '''''Put's the 'Brutal' in Gentleman'''''
Charisma is Mr Baxter's game, though whilst he's able to play on all fronts he's better on the offensive and best when speaking softly. A close connection with the Mafia has taught him plenty of ways to mentally dominate people.
*'''''Watch the Suit'''''
The attention he pays to he wardrobe extends to keeping it all in check too.
*'''''Learnt Diogenes' Lesson'''''
His line of work has shown him everything that can and will go wrong, all a cynic need do is expect it and he can always have an edge.

===Negative===
* '''''Aged like a Fine Wine'''''
Wisdom comes with age, though it could be argued that there's nothing wise about shadowrunning. Those folks obviously haven't got the work mentality.
* '''''Creature of Comfort'''''
It's easier for a younger fellow, but after all these years anything less than a middle lifestyle is agony for an old git.
* '''''No one Wears it like I do'''''
With an accent mixed between American, Italian and British, his voice is somewhat unique. If you can only see him, look for a dude wearing a fedora, or to be exact: with a cross tattoo on the right of his neck.
* '''''I can't be seen wearing that!'''''
He agrees that he does look good in a fine suit, but the only thing he abhors more than torn jeans is the idea of wearing them himself.

==Run History==
{{RunHistory}}


==Affiliations==

===Contacts===


{{ContactTable|


{{HasContact|
|Name= John Baptise
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Black Cat
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= David Harsmen
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Juhn Slide
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}


}}


===Organizations===


===Allies===

===Enemies===

=In Character Information=

==Symbols and Signatures==

==Matrix Search Table==
{{SearchTable|
|LowResult=
|MidResult=
|HighResult=
}}
==Shadow Community Table==
{{SearchTable|
|LowThreshold=1
|LowResult=
|MidThreshold=3
|MidResult=
|HighThreshold=5
|HighResult=
}}

==SINs==
{| class="wikitable"
! Name !! Place/Corp !! Rating !! Licenses
|-
| Edgar Wood || Seattle || 3 ||
*Concealed Carry Permit (3)
*Firearms License(3)
|}

==Appearance==

===Matrix Persona===

==Media Mentions==

==ShadowGrid Profile Comments==

[[Category:Player Characters]]

Mr Baxter

2021-02-09T22:14:16Z

Dandy:

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=Character Information=

===Summary===
Old is gold, and Mr Baxter is a testament to the saying. He's back in business after a lengthy hiatus and more dangerous than ever. Ex-mafioso and debt-collector, William know exactly how to drive the conversation and is an adept at getting what he wants with nothing more than words rolled off a tongue both silvered and barbed. So many years of service has him well associated with the shadows of Seattle, working with the Finnegan's for 30 years before spending almost all his earnings across the next few whilst travelling between Britain and Italy - London, Rome & Madrid being his favourite places to visit,

* '''''Trivia:'''''
** ''William Simon John Baxter was born 37 minutes into 2023''
** ''He absolutely refuses to wear anything by Armanté''
** ''Given how much Italian he has learned over the years, he could probably get an Italian SIN and pull it off.''

===Goals===
'''Short Term:'''
* Earn enough to put some more SINs on his belt.
* Find increasingly extravagant clothes to wear.
* Otherwise improve gear, skills and powers.
'''Long Term'''
* Strengthen relations with current or new contacts
* Build up enough earnings to resume a more lavish lifestyle
* Run just enough to get the most out of it, but never let his age get anything out of him

==Background==
Born into the Mafia business right back in 2023, William Simon John Baxter was in dangerous waters when he awakened. The Catholic community of the family often took poorly to the concept of magic and always had a local priest watch over the young kid. He was a genuinely nice person, and surprisingly understood the fact that Will did not choose to be born this way, though this would lead the priest to view the happening as the work of God instead, which itself lead to the child being forced into the tradition. For the sake of not being disowned, or worse yet attacked by the family, he had to believe in God. After years and years of this, it was difficult to tell whether or not he truthfully didn’t.

Much to the disdain of the priest, the young adult Will’s charisma found more use shaking down debtors or blackmailing officials than it did spreading the word of God or praying for the innocent. What hurt him most was that it did not seem forced upon him; where he would politely though begrudgingly join the chorus at sermons, he would be grinning from ear to ear as he crushed the spirits of a hit. The Mafia, however, found his ‘business’ capabilities for more important than his absolute devotion to saying ‘Amen’. One evening, the priest - now quite elderly – fell ill, and blamed it upon the corruption he feels from associating with Mr Baxter.

The next evening, Mr Baxter visited him with a white rose in hand – symbolising purity – and a new tattoo still raw. It is of a large cross upon the right side of his neck. The top of it reaches just below the ear and the left arm would almost come round to his Adam’s apple, and whilst all black was ornately detailed with two scrolls wrapped around it reading “Communicatio in Sacris” and “Ave Didachè”. The first is a reference to Canon 844: a Catholic law regarding the licit sharing of certain sacraments with non-members… a nod to the possibility that he did not believe in God, though obscure enough to not draw attention from the fellow family members. The second has dual meanings, with it’s direct translation meaning “Hail the Teaching” referring to the priest as his teacher, though Didachè is also the Italian name of the Didache or Didact: The first of the Church Orders. He met with the priest, brought him dinner and pledged to him that his teachings were not for naught. The priest died within a month.

Despite the priests assuredness in his demise being the cause of Mr Baxter, the family did not suspect foul play by him continued to utilise him as an effective tool for ‘diplomacy’. By now, he was working for more than just his family, but the Finnegan family that parented theirs. During the family issue of James O’Malley’s murder and the subsequent usurpation of by the Butcher, Mr Baxter and his family were fighting on the side of James’ daughter – Rowena – and eventually saw their support pay off in 2070 when she finally got vengeance and retook the title of Capo. Soon after this, however, Mr Baxter would retire from the business with a lifetime of earnings and almost 30 years of service on his belt. He would spend the next decade or so of his life finally living as he pleased.

Mr Baxter ceased relations with a lot of his family. His parents had grown very old by now, though rather than see it out with them he gave them an appreciable share of his wealth and left America. Many bridges were burnt, with only an essential few left and kept very secretly. He had left and travelled to Europe, firstly Rome. Finally, without the limitations of the families, Mr Baxter renounced his faith in God. He knew all along where he was summoning up his power from, he knew exactly why he was a master of the social arena, he knew that he did not put the fear of God in his targets… but the fear of him.

He had truly revelled in the manipulation he achieved over the dozens of years, the sensation of control achieved through well said words and social traps ensnaring his prey, it was all so exhilarating to him; it still is. Without any need to hold back anymore, he was free to experiment with his capabilities without confining himself to the rules of a religion. With what he had learnt along the way, he knew exactly how to use such symbolism as his weapons and he bore the cross upon his neck with pride, knowing exactly what its true meaning was.

Spending the earnings frivolously, Mr Baxter developed many refined tastes for the absolute best that life had to give, though he only enjoyed it if he could fight for it. Metaphorically of course, so many years of terrifying people with words led to the actual need to terrify with guns lacking. Though it wasn’t enough to just buy the newest suit on the line or follow the trendsetters with their increasing bizarre styles, he had to establish his own form, one that would best compliment himself for nothing else out there was truly designed with him in mind.

It is this self-indulgence that fuelled his adept powers, his desire to control others and glorify himself that drove his black magics. And it was in these rampant years that his selfishness was most powerful. He travelled from city to city, falling in love with many of the traditionalist style of London and beatifying the sights of Rome and other Catholic cities for their holy constructions being the works of a contradictory ‘communal hubris’. Aesthetically, the things he beheld around the cities were to him the works of desire, much like his own, and many beautiful ones at that. In his hunt for optimising his view, he had obtained a cane from Mortimer of London, along with many other icons of their clothing. This cane’s extravagance was ingrained in its secondary function as a gun; a pompous and unneeded addition on the surface, but an icon of the deceptive symbolism Mr Baxter enjoyed so much, he simply had to have it. With this, he took to practising his shot, and whilst never finding any enjoyability in the decorum-void usage of automatic rifles or otherwise efficient means of dispatching an individual, the sheer feel of a giant handcannon like the Ruger Super Warhawk inspired enough awe in him to practise it further, though it was round abouts 8 or 9 years into this foray of his that he discovered a new problem.

He had not balanced his hedonism with sustainability, and his accounts were soon running thin, far before it was time for him to die. He had to adapt, change his lifestyle to fund his manipulative desires… but he couldn’t just join a corp, he was without any history or licit background, nor could he join another syndicate and limit himself to their laws. It was time to truly challenge his capabilities and give him the fight he so desired. Mr Baxter flew back to Seattle, plan in mind and ready to set in motion, though found difficulty in starting it when he discovered that his SIN he had been using was warranted for arrest. Running low on cash and without contacts he could yet get in touch with, he was forced to abandon it and try to lay low using a half decent burner as his only fallback.

The first of his bridges he needed to cross was going to sort his transportation, and a commlink call to an unlisted number later, a taxi would arrive at his location driven by none other than John Baptise himself. Mr Baxter had called in a favour for his plan, to earn entry into the Shadowhaven community – a network of shadowrunners in Seattle. This would be his new occupation. Now, he just had to set up a few more contacts with his other bridges. Juhn Slide was next visited by Mr Baxter, a street doctor who he had first come to know from a rock concert in the city. If drek really hit the fan, Dr Slide would be his best shot and survival. After that was a fellow named Black Cat, also in the area. A black marketeer: Baxter’s first purchase from him were some cigars, his most recent was the R6 Fake SIN he just lost. He’s a good bloke. Lastly, he needed someone to find him some work, and an old Mafia contact was his card for this one. A certain David Harsmen wasn’t actually situated in the city anymore but still very much a member and reliable fixer, they had met with each other before whilst Baxter was working directly with the Finnegan’s.

So, with the beginnings of a new network in place, and with coffers almost completely empty, it was time to unretire. The Old Boy’s back and at it.

==Narrative Significant Qualities==

===Positive===
* '''''Put's the 'Brutal' in Gentleman'''''
Charisma is Mr Baxter's game, though whilst he's able to play on all fronts he's better on the offensive and best when speaking softly. A close connection with the Mafia has taught him plenty of ways to mentally dominate people.
*'''''Watch the Suit'''''
The attention he pays to he wardrobe extends to keeping it all in check too.
*'''''Learnt Diogenes' Lesson'''''
His line of work has shown him everything that can and will go wrong, all a cynic need do is expect it and he can always have an edge.

===Negative===
* '''''Aged like a Fine Wine'''''
Wisdom comes with age, though it could be argued that there's nothing wise about shadowrunning. Those folks obviously haven't got the work mentality.
* '''''Creature of Comfort'''''
It's easier for a younger fellow, but after all these years anything less than a middle lifestyle is agony for an old git.
* '''''No one Wears it like I do'''''
With an accent mixed between American, Italian and British, his voice is somewhat unique. If you can only see him, look for a dude wearing a fedora, or to be exact: with a cross tattoo on the right of his neck.
* '''''I can't be seen wearing that!'''''
He agrees that he does look good in a fine suit, but the only thing he abhors more than torn jeans is the idea of wearing them himself.

==Run History==
{{RunHistory}}


==Affiliations==

===Contacts===


{{ContactTable|


{{HasContact|
|Name= John Baptise
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Black Cat
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= David Harsmen
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Juhn Slide
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}


}}


===Organizations===


===Allies===

===Enemies===

=In Character Information=

==Symbols and Signatures==

==Matrix Search Table==
{{SearchTable|
|LowResult=
|MidResult=
|HighResult=
}}
==Shadow Community Table==
{{SearchTable|
|LowThreshold=1
|LowResult=
|MidThreshold=3
|MidResult=
|HighThreshold=5
|HighResult=
}}

==SINs==
{| class="wikitable"
! Name !! Place/Corp !! Rating !! Licenses
|-
| Edgar Wood || Seattle || 3 ||
*Concealed Carry Permit (3)
*Firearms License(3)
|}

==Appearance==

===Matrix Persona===

==Media Mentions==

==ShadowGrid Profile Comments==

[[Category:Player Characters]]

Mr Baxter

2021-02-09T22:13:06Z

Dandy: /* Goals */

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=Character Information=

===Summary===
Old is gold, and Mr Baxter is a testament to the saying. He's back in business after a lengthy hiatus and more dangerous than ever. Ex-mafioso and debt-collector, William know exactly how to drive the conversation and is an adept at getting what he wants with nothing more than words rolled off a tongue both silvered and barbed. So many years of service has him well associated with the shadows of Seattle, working with the Finnegan's for 30 years before spending almost all his earnings across the next few whilst travelling between Britain and Italy - London, Rome & Madrid being his favourite places to visit,

* '''''Trivia:'''''
** ''William Simon John Baxter was born 37 minutes into 2023''
** ''He absolutely refuses to wear anything by Armanté''
** ''Given how much Italian he has learned over the years, he could probably get an Italian SIN and pull it off.''

===Goals===
'''Short Term:'''
* Earn enough to put some more SINs on his belt.
* Find increasingly extravagant clothes to wear.
* Otherwise improve gear, skills and powers.
'''Long Term'''
* Strengthen relations with current or new contacts
* Build up enough earnings to resume a more lavish lifestyle
* Run just enough to get the most out of it, but never let his age get anything out of him

==Background==
Born into the Mafia business right back in 2023, William Simon John Baxter was in dangerous waters when he awakened. The Catholic community of the family often took poorly to the concept of magic and always had a local priest watch over the young kid. He was a genuinely nice person, and surprisingly understood the fact that Will did not choose to be born this way, though this would lead the priest to view the happening as the work of God instead, which itself lead to the child being forced into the tradition. For the sake of not being disowned, or worse yet attacked by the family, he had to believe in God. After years and years of this, it was difficult to tell whether or not he truthfully didn’t.

Much to the disdain of the priest, the young adult Will’s charisma found more use shaking down debtors or blackmailing officials than it did spreading the word of God or praying for the innocent. What hurt him most was that it did not seem forced upon him; where he would politely though begrudgingly join the chorus at sermons, he would be grinning from ear to ear as he crushed the spirits of a hit. The Mafia, however, found his ‘business’ capabilities for more important than his absolute devotion to saying ‘Amen’. One evening, the priest - now quite elderly – fell ill, and blamed it upon the corruption he feels from associating with Mr Baxter.

The next evening, Mr Baxter visited him with a white rose in hand – symbolising purity – and a new tattoo still raw. It is of a large cross upon the right side of his neck. The top of it reaches just below the ear and the left arm would almost come round to his Adam’s apple, and whilst all black was ornately detailed with two scrolls wrapped around it reading “Communicatio in Sacris” and “Ave Didachè”. The first is a reference to Canon 844: a Catholic law regarding the licit sharing of certain sacraments with non-members… a nod to the possibility that he did not believe in God, though obscure enough to not draw attention from the fellow family members. The second has dual meanings, with it’s direct translation meaning “Hail the Teaching” referring to the priest as his teacher, though Didachè is also the Italian name of the Didache or Didact: The first of the Church Orders. He met with the priest, brought him dinner and pledged to him that his teachings were not for naught. The priest died within a month.

Despite the priests assuredness in his demise being the cause of Mr Baxter, the family did not suspect foul play by him continued to utilise him as an effective tool for ‘diplomacy’. By now, he was working for more than just his family, but the Finnegan family that parented theirs. During the family issue of James O’Malley’s murder and the subsequent usurpation of by the Butcher, Mr Baxter and his family were fighting on the side of James’ daughter – Rowena – and eventually saw their support pay off in 2070 when she finally got vengeance and retook the title of Capo. Soon after this, however, Mr Baxter would retire from the business with a lifetime of earnings and almost 30 years of service on his belt. He would spend the next decade or so of his life finally living as he pleased.

Mr Baxter ceased relations with a lot of his family. His parents had grown very old by now, though rather than see it out with them he gave them an appreciable share of his wealth and left America. Many bridges were burnt, with only an essential few left and kept very secretly. He had left and travelled to Europe, firstly Rome. Finally, without the limitations of the families, Mr Baxter renounced his faith in God. He knew all along where he was summoning up his power from, he knew exactly why he was a master of the social arena, he knew that he did not put the fear of God in his targets… but the fear of him.

He had truly revelled in the manipulation he achieved over the dozens of years, the sensation of control achieved through well said words and social traps ensnaring his prey, it was all so exhilarating to him; it still is. Without any need to hold back anymore, he was free to experiment with his capabilities without confining himself to the rules of a religion. With what he had learnt along the way, he knew exactly how to use such symbolism as his weapons and he bore the cross upon his neck with pride, knowing exactly what its true meaning was.

Spending the earnings frivolously, Mr Baxter developed many refined tastes for the absolute best that life had to give, though he only enjoyed it if he could fight for it. Metaphorically of course, so many years of terrifying people with words led to the actual need to terrify with guns lacking. Though it wasn’t enough to just buy the newest suit on the line or follow the trendsetters with their increasing bizarre styles, he had to establish his own form, one that would best compliment himself for nothing else out there was truly designed with him in mind.

It is this self-indulgence that fuelled his adept powers, his desire to control others and glorify himself that drove his black magics. And it was in these rampant years that his selfishness was most powerful. He travelled from city to city, falling in love with many of the traditionalist style of London and beatifying the sights of Rome and other Catholic cities for their holy constructions being the works of a contradictory ‘communal hubris’. Aesthetically, the things he beheld around the cities were to him the works of desire, much like his own, and many beautiful ones at that. In his hunt for optimising his view, he had obtained a cane from Mortimer of London, along with many other icons of their clothing. This cane’s extravagance was ingrained in its secondary function as a gun; a pompous and unneeded addition on the surface, but an icon of the deceptive symbolism Mr Baxter enjoyed so much, he simply had to have it. With this, he took to practising his shot, and whilst never finding any enjoyability in the decorum-void usage of automatic rifles or otherwise efficient means of dispatching an individual, the sheer feel of a giant handcannon like the Ruger Super Warhawk inspired enough awe in him to practise it further, though it was round abouts 8 or 9 years into this foray of his that he discovered a new problem.

He had not balanced his hedonism with sustainability, and his accounts were soon running thin, far before it was time for him to die. He had to adapt, change his lifestyle to fund his manipulative desires… but he couldn’t just join a corp, he was without any history or licit background, nor could he join another syndicate and limit himself to their laws. It was time to truly challenge his capabilities and give him the fight he so desired. Mr Baxter flew back to Seattle, plan in mind and ready to set in motion, though found difficulty in starting it when he discovered that his SIN he had been using was warranted for arrest. Running low on cash and without contacts he could yet get in touch with, he was forced to abandon it and try to lay low using a half decent burner as his only fallback.

The first of his bridges he needed to cross was going to sort his transportation, and a commlink call to an unlisted number later, a taxi would arrive at his location driven by none other than John Baptise himself. Mr Baxter had called in a favour for his plan, to earn entry into the Shadowhaven community – a network of shadowrunners in Seattle. This would be his new occupation. Now, he just had to set up a few more contacts with his other bridges. Juhn Slide was next visited by Mr Baxter, a street doctor who he had first come to know from a rock concert in the city. If drek really hit the fan, Dr Slide would be his best shot and survival. After that was a fellow named Black Cat, also in the area. A black marketeer: Baxter’s first purchase from him were some cigars, his most recent was the R6 Fake SIN he just lost. He’s a good bloke. Lastly, he needed someone to find him some work, and an old Mafia contact was his card for this one. A certain David Harsmen wasn’t actually situated in the city anymore but still very much a member and reliable fixer, they had met with each other before whilst Baxter was working directly with the Finnegan’s.

So, with the beginnings of a new network in place, and with coffers almost completely empty, it was time to unretire. The Old Boy’s back and at it.

==Narrative Significant Qualities==

===Positive===
* '''''Put's the 'Brutal' in Gentleman'''''
Charisma is Mr Baxter's game, though whilst he's able to play on all fronts he's better on the offensive and best when speaking softly. A close connection with the Mafia has taught him plenty of ways to mentally dominate people.
*'''''Watch the Suit'''''
The attention he pays to he wardrobe extends to keeping it all in check too.
*'''''Learnt Diogenes' Lesson'''''
His line of work has shown him everything that can and will go wrong, all a cynic need do is expect it and he can always have an edge.

===Negative===
* '''''Aged like a Fine Wine'''''
Wisdom comes with age, though it could be argued that there's nothing wise about shadowrunning. Those folks obviously haven't got the work mentality.
* '''''Creature of Comfort'''''
It's easier for a younger fellow, but after all these years anything less than a middle lifestyle is agony for an old git.
* '''''No one Wears it like I do'''''
With an accent mixed between American, Italian and British, his voice is somewhat unique. If you can only see him, look for a dude wearing a fedora, or to be exact: with a cross tattoo on the right of his neck.
* '''''I can't be seen wearing that!'''''
He agrees that he does look good in a fine suit, but the only thing he abhors more than torn jeans is the idea of wearing them himself.

==Run History==
{{RunHistory}}


==Affiliations==

===Contacts===


{{ContactTable|


{{HasContact|
|Name= John Baptise
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Black Cat
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= David Harsmen
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Juhn Slide
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}


}}


===Organizations===


===Allies===

===Enemies===

=In Character Information=

==Symbols and Signatures==

==Matrix Search Table==
{{SearchTable|
|LowResult=
|MidResult=
|HighResult=
}}
==Shadow Community Table==
{{SearchTable|
|LowThreshold=1
|LowResult=
|MidThreshold=3
|MidResult=
|HighThreshold=5
|HighResult=
}}

==SINs==
{| class="wikitable"
! Name !! Place/Corp !! Rating !! Licenses
|-
| Edgar Wood || Seattle || 3 ||
*Concealed Carry Permit (3)
*Firearms License(3)
|}

==Appearance==

===Matrix Persona===

==Media Mentions==

==ShadowGrid Profile Comments==

[[Category:Player Characters]]

Mr Baxter

2021-02-09T22:11:44Z

Dandy: /* Negative */

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=Character Information=

===Summary===
Old is gold, and Mr Baxter is a testament to the saying. He's back in business after a lengthy hiatus and more dangerous than ever. Ex-mafioso and debt-collector, William know exactly how to drive the conversation and is an adept at getting what he wants with nothing more than words rolled off a tongue both silvered and barbed. So many years of service has him well associated with the shadows of Seattle, working with the Finnegan's for 30 years before spending almost all his earnings across the next few whilst travelling between Britain and Italy - London, Rome & Madrid being his favourite places to visit,

* '''''Trivia:'''''
** ''William Simon John Baxter was born 37 minutes into 2023''
** ''He absolutely refuses to wear anything by Armanté''
** ''Given how much Italian he has learned over the years, he could probably get an Italian SIN and pull it off.''

===Goals===
'''Short Term:'''
* Earn enough to put some more SINs on his belt.
* Find increasingly extravagant clothes to wear.
* Otherwise improve gear and skills.
'''Long Term'''
* Strengthen relations with current or new contacts
* Maybe find a few runners to call chummers
* Maybe get a big enough paycheck to call a high lifestyle home.
* Run just enough to get the most out of it, but never let his age get anything out of him

==Background==
Born into the Mafia business right back in 2023, William Simon John Baxter was in dangerous waters when he awakened. The Catholic community of the family often took poorly to the concept of magic and always had a local priest watch over the young kid. He was a genuinely nice person, and surprisingly understood the fact that Will did not choose to be born this way, though this would lead the priest to view the happening as the work of God instead, which itself lead to the child being forced into the tradition. For the sake of not being disowned, or worse yet attacked by the family, he had to believe in God. After years and years of this, it was difficult to tell whether or not he truthfully didn’t.

Much to the disdain of the priest, the young adult Will’s charisma found more use shaking down debtors or blackmailing officials than it did spreading the word of God or praying for the innocent. What hurt him most was that it did not seem forced upon him; where he would politely though begrudgingly join the chorus at sermons, he would be grinning from ear to ear as he crushed the spirits of a hit. The Mafia, however, found his ‘business’ capabilities for more important than his absolute devotion to saying ‘Amen’. One evening, the priest - now quite elderly – fell ill, and blamed it upon the corruption he feels from associating with Mr Baxter.

The next evening, Mr Baxter visited him with a white rose in hand – symbolising purity – and a new tattoo still raw. It is of a large cross upon the right side of his neck. The top of it reaches just below the ear and the left arm would almost come round to his Adam’s apple, and whilst all black was ornately detailed with two scrolls wrapped around it reading “Communicatio in Sacris” and “Ave Didachè”. The first is a reference to Canon 844: a Catholic law regarding the licit sharing of certain sacraments with non-members… a nod to the possibility that he did not believe in God, though obscure enough to not draw attention from the fellow family members. The second has dual meanings, with it’s direct translation meaning “Hail the Teaching” referring to the priest as his teacher, though Didachè is also the Italian name of the Didache or Didact: The first of the Church Orders. He met with the priest, brought him dinner and pledged to him that his teachings were not for naught. The priest died within a month.

Despite the priests assuredness in his demise being the cause of Mr Baxter, the family did not suspect foul play by him continued to utilise him as an effective tool for ‘diplomacy’. By now, he was working for more than just his family, but the Finnegan family that parented theirs. During the family issue of James O’Malley’s murder and the subsequent usurpation of by the Butcher, Mr Baxter and his family were fighting on the side of James’ daughter – Rowena – and eventually saw their support pay off in 2070 when she finally got vengeance and retook the title of Capo. Soon after this, however, Mr Baxter would retire from the business with a lifetime of earnings and almost 30 years of service on his belt. He would spend the next decade or so of his life finally living as he pleased.

Mr Baxter ceased relations with a lot of his family. His parents had grown very old by now, though rather than see it out with them he gave them an appreciable share of his wealth and left America. Many bridges were burnt, with only an essential few left and kept very secretly. He had left and travelled to Europe, firstly Rome. Finally, without the limitations of the families, Mr Baxter renounced his faith in God. He knew all along where he was summoning up his power from, he knew exactly why he was a master of the social arena, he knew that he did not put the fear of God in his targets… but the fear of him.

He had truly revelled in the manipulation he achieved over the dozens of years, the sensation of control achieved through well said words and social traps ensnaring his prey, it was all so exhilarating to him; it still is. Without any need to hold back anymore, he was free to experiment with his capabilities without confining himself to the rules of a religion. With what he had learnt along the way, he knew exactly how to use such symbolism as his weapons and he bore the cross upon his neck with pride, knowing exactly what its true meaning was.

Spending the earnings frivolously, Mr Baxter developed many refined tastes for the absolute best that life had to give, though he only enjoyed it if he could fight for it. Metaphorically of course, so many years of terrifying people with words led to the actual need to terrify with guns lacking. Though it wasn’t enough to just buy the newest suit on the line or follow the trendsetters with their increasing bizarre styles, he had to establish his own form, one that would best compliment himself for nothing else out there was truly designed with him in mind.

It is this self-indulgence that fuelled his adept powers, his desire to control others and glorify himself that drove his black magics. And it was in these rampant years that his selfishness was most powerful. He travelled from city to city, falling in love with many of the traditionalist style of London and beatifying the sights of Rome and other Catholic cities for their holy constructions being the works of a contradictory ‘communal hubris’. Aesthetically, the things he beheld around the cities were to him the works of desire, much like his own, and many beautiful ones at that. In his hunt for optimising his view, he had obtained a cane from Mortimer of London, along with many other icons of their clothing. This cane’s extravagance was ingrained in its secondary function as a gun; a pompous and unneeded addition on the surface, but an icon of the deceptive symbolism Mr Baxter enjoyed so much, he simply had to have it. With this, he took to practising his shot, and whilst never finding any enjoyability in the decorum-void usage of automatic rifles or otherwise efficient means of dispatching an individual, the sheer feel of a giant handcannon like the Ruger Super Warhawk inspired enough awe in him to practise it further, though it was round abouts 8 or 9 years into this foray of his that he discovered a new problem.

He had not balanced his hedonism with sustainability, and his accounts were soon running thin, far before it was time for him to die. He had to adapt, change his lifestyle to fund his manipulative desires… but he couldn’t just join a corp, he was without any history or licit background, nor could he join another syndicate and limit himself to their laws. It was time to truly challenge his capabilities and give him the fight he so desired. Mr Baxter flew back to Seattle, plan in mind and ready to set in motion, though found difficulty in starting it when he discovered that his SIN he had been using was warranted for arrest. Running low on cash and without contacts he could yet get in touch with, he was forced to abandon it and try to lay low using a half decent burner as his only fallback.

The first of his bridges he needed to cross was going to sort his transportation, and a commlink call to an unlisted number later, a taxi would arrive at his location driven by none other than John Baptise himself. Mr Baxter had called in a favour for his plan, to earn entry into the Shadowhaven community – a network of shadowrunners in Seattle. This would be his new occupation. Now, he just had to set up a few more contacts with his other bridges. Juhn Slide was next visited by Mr Baxter, a street doctor who he had first come to know from a rock concert in the city. If drek really hit the fan, Dr Slide would be his best shot and survival. After that was a fellow named Black Cat, also in the area. A black marketeer: Baxter’s first purchase from him were some cigars, his most recent was the R6 Fake SIN he just lost. He’s a good bloke. Lastly, he needed someone to find him some work, and an old Mafia contact was his card for this one. A certain David Harsmen wasn’t actually situated in the city anymore but still very much a member and reliable fixer, they had met with each other before whilst Baxter was working directly with the Finnegan’s.

So, with the beginnings of a new network in place, and with coffers almost completely empty, it was time to unretire. The Old Boy’s back and at it.

==Narrative Significant Qualities==

===Positive===
* '''''Put's the 'Brutal' in Gentleman'''''
Charisma is Mr Baxter's game, though whilst he's able to play on all fronts he's better on the offensive and best when speaking softly. A close connection with the Mafia has taught him plenty of ways to mentally dominate people.
*'''''Watch the Suit'''''
The attention he pays to he wardrobe extends to keeping it all in check too.
*'''''Learnt Diogenes' Lesson'''''
His line of work has shown him everything that can and will go wrong, all a cynic need do is expect it and he can always have an edge.

===Negative===
* '''''Aged like a Fine Wine'''''
Wisdom comes with age, though it could be argued that there's nothing wise about shadowrunning. Those folks obviously haven't got the work mentality.
* '''''Creature of Comfort'''''
It's easier for a younger fellow, but after all these years anything less than a middle lifestyle is agony for an old git.
* '''''No one Wears it like I do'''''
With an accent mixed between American, Italian and British, his voice is somewhat unique. If you can only see him, look for a dude wearing a fedora, or to be exact: with a cross tattoo on the right of his neck.
* '''''I can't be seen wearing that!'''''
He agrees that he does look good in a fine suit, but the only thing he abhors more than torn jeans is the idea of wearing them himself.

==Run History==
{{RunHistory}}


==Affiliations==

===Contacts===


{{ContactTable|


{{HasContact|
|Name= John Baptise
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Black Cat
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= David Harsmen
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Juhn Slide
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}


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===Organizations===


===Allies===

===Enemies===

=In Character Information=

==Symbols and Signatures==

==Matrix Search Table==
{{SearchTable|
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==Shadow Community Table==
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|MidResult=
|HighThreshold=5
|HighResult=
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==SINs==
{| class="wikitable"
! Name !! Place/Corp !! Rating !! Licenses
|-
| Edgar Wood || Seattle || 3 ||
*Concealed Carry Permit (3)
*Firearms License(3)
|}

==Appearance==

===Matrix Persona===

==Media Mentions==

==ShadowGrid Profile Comments==

[[Category:Player Characters]]

Mr Baxter

2021-02-09T22:09:34Z

Dandy: /* Background */

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=Character Information=

===Summary===
Old is gold, and Mr Baxter is a testament to the saying. He's back in business after a lengthy hiatus and more dangerous than ever. Ex-mafioso and debt-collector, William know exactly how to drive the conversation and is an adept at getting what he wants with nothing more than words rolled off a tongue both silvered and barbed. So many years of service has him well associated with the shadows of Seattle, working with the Finnegan's for 30 years before spending almost all his earnings across the next few whilst travelling between Britain and Italy - London, Rome & Madrid being his favourite places to visit,

* '''''Trivia:'''''
** ''William Simon John Baxter was born 37 minutes into 2023''
** ''He absolutely refuses to wear anything by Armanté''
** ''Given how much Italian he has learned over the years, he could probably get an Italian SIN and pull it off.''

===Goals===
'''Short Term:'''
* Earn enough to put some more SINs on his belt.
* Find increasingly extravagant clothes to wear.
* Otherwise improve gear and skills.
'''Long Term'''
* Strengthen relations with current or new contacts
* Maybe find a few runners to call chummers
* Maybe get a big enough paycheck to call a high lifestyle home.
* Run just enough to get the most out of it, but never let his age get anything out of him

==Background==
Born into the Mafia business right back in 2023, William Simon John Baxter was in dangerous waters when he awakened. The Catholic community of the family often took poorly to the concept of magic and always had a local priest watch over the young kid. He was a genuinely nice person, and surprisingly understood the fact that Will did not choose to be born this way, though this would lead the priest to view the happening as the work of God instead, which itself lead to the child being forced into the tradition. For the sake of not being disowned, or worse yet attacked by the family, he had to believe in God. After years and years of this, it was difficult to tell whether or not he truthfully didn’t.

Much to the disdain of the priest, the young adult Will’s charisma found more use shaking down debtors or blackmailing officials than it did spreading the word of God or praying for the innocent. What hurt him most was that it did not seem forced upon him; where he would politely though begrudgingly join the chorus at sermons, he would be grinning from ear to ear as he crushed the spirits of a hit. The Mafia, however, found his ‘business’ capabilities for more important than his absolute devotion to saying ‘Amen’. One evening, the priest - now quite elderly – fell ill, and blamed it upon the corruption he feels from associating with Mr Baxter.

The next evening, Mr Baxter visited him with a white rose in hand – symbolising purity – and a new tattoo still raw. It is of a large cross upon the right side of his neck. The top of it reaches just below the ear and the left arm would almost come round to his Adam’s apple, and whilst all black was ornately detailed with two scrolls wrapped around it reading “Communicatio in Sacris” and “Ave Didachè”. The first is a reference to Canon 844: a Catholic law regarding the licit sharing of certain sacraments with non-members… a nod to the possibility that he did not believe in God, though obscure enough to not draw attention from the fellow family members. The second has dual meanings, with it’s direct translation meaning “Hail the Teaching” referring to the priest as his teacher, though Didachè is also the Italian name of the Didache or Didact: The first of the Church Orders. He met with the priest, brought him dinner and pledged to him that his teachings were not for naught. The priest died within a month.

Despite the priests assuredness in his demise being the cause of Mr Baxter, the family did not suspect foul play by him continued to utilise him as an effective tool for ‘diplomacy’. By now, he was working for more than just his family, but the Finnegan family that parented theirs. During the family issue of James O’Malley’s murder and the subsequent usurpation of by the Butcher, Mr Baxter and his family were fighting on the side of James’ daughter – Rowena – and eventually saw their support pay off in 2070 when she finally got vengeance and retook the title of Capo. Soon after this, however, Mr Baxter would retire from the business with a lifetime of earnings and almost 30 years of service on his belt. He would spend the next decade or so of his life finally living as he pleased.

Mr Baxter ceased relations with a lot of his family. His parents had grown very old by now, though rather than see it out with them he gave them an appreciable share of his wealth and left America. Many bridges were burnt, with only an essential few left and kept very secretly. He had left and travelled to Europe, firstly Rome. Finally, without the limitations of the families, Mr Baxter renounced his faith in God. He knew all along where he was summoning up his power from, he knew exactly why he was a master of the social arena, he knew that he did not put the fear of God in his targets… but the fear of him.

He had truly revelled in the manipulation he achieved over the dozens of years, the sensation of control achieved through well said words and social traps ensnaring his prey, it was all so exhilarating to him; it still is. Without any need to hold back anymore, he was free to experiment with his capabilities without confining himself to the rules of a religion. With what he had learnt along the way, he knew exactly how to use such symbolism as his weapons and he bore the cross upon his neck with pride, knowing exactly what its true meaning was.

Spending the earnings frivolously, Mr Baxter developed many refined tastes for the absolute best that life had to give, though he only enjoyed it if he could fight for it. Metaphorically of course, so many years of terrifying people with words led to the actual need to terrify with guns lacking. Though it wasn’t enough to just buy the newest suit on the line or follow the trendsetters with their increasing bizarre styles, he had to establish his own form, one that would best compliment himself for nothing else out there was truly designed with him in mind.

It is this self-indulgence that fuelled his adept powers, his desire to control others and glorify himself that drove his black magics. And it was in these rampant years that his selfishness was most powerful. He travelled from city to city, falling in love with many of the traditionalist style of London and beatifying the sights of Rome and other Catholic cities for their holy constructions being the works of a contradictory ‘communal hubris’. Aesthetically, the things he beheld around the cities were to him the works of desire, much like his own, and many beautiful ones at that. In his hunt for optimising his view, he had obtained a cane from Mortimer of London, along with many other icons of their clothing. This cane’s extravagance was ingrained in its secondary function as a gun; a pompous and unneeded addition on the surface, but an icon of the deceptive symbolism Mr Baxter enjoyed so much, he simply had to have it. With this, he took to practising his shot, and whilst never finding any enjoyability in the decorum-void usage of automatic rifles or otherwise efficient means of dispatching an individual, the sheer feel of a giant handcannon like the Ruger Super Warhawk inspired enough awe in him to practise it further, though it was round abouts 8 or 9 years into this foray of his that he discovered a new problem.

He had not balanced his hedonism with sustainability, and his accounts were soon running thin, far before it was time for him to die. He had to adapt, change his lifestyle to fund his manipulative desires… but he couldn’t just join a corp, he was without any history or licit background, nor could he join another syndicate and limit himself to their laws. It was time to truly challenge his capabilities and give him the fight he so desired. Mr Baxter flew back to Seattle, plan in mind and ready to set in motion, though found difficulty in starting it when he discovered that his SIN he had been using was warranted for arrest. Running low on cash and without contacts he could yet get in touch with, he was forced to abandon it and try to lay low using a half decent burner as his only fallback.

The first of his bridges he needed to cross was going to sort his transportation, and a commlink call to an unlisted number later, a taxi would arrive at his location driven by none other than John Baptise himself. Mr Baxter had called in a favour for his plan, to earn entry into the Shadowhaven community – a network of shadowrunners in Seattle. This would be his new occupation. Now, he just had to set up a few more contacts with his other bridges. Juhn Slide was next visited by Mr Baxter, a street doctor who he had first come to know from a rock concert in the city. If drek really hit the fan, Dr Slide would be his best shot and survival. After that was a fellow named Black Cat, also in the area. A black marketeer: Baxter’s first purchase from him were some cigars, his most recent was the R6 Fake SIN he just lost. He’s a good bloke. Lastly, he needed someone to find him some work, and an old Mafia contact was his card for this one. A certain David Harsmen wasn’t actually situated in the city anymore but still very much a member and reliable fixer, they had met with each other before whilst Baxter was working directly with the Finnegan’s.

So, with the beginnings of a new network in place, and with coffers almost completely empty, it was time to unretire. The Old Boy’s back and at it.

==Narrative Significant Qualities==

===Positive===
* '''''Put's the 'Brutal' in Gentleman'''''
Charisma is Mr Baxter's game, though whilst he's able to play on all fronts he's better on the offensive and best when speaking softly. A close connection with the Mafia has taught him plenty of ways to mentally dominate people.
*'''''Watch the Suit'''''
The attention he pays to he wardrobe extends to keeping it all in check too.
*'''''Learnt Diogenes' Lesson'''''
His line of work has shown him everything that can and will go wrong, all a cynic need do is expect it and he can always have an edge.

===Negative===
* '''''Aged like a Fine Wine'''''
Wisdom comes with age, though it could be argued that there's nothing wise about shadowrunning. Those folks obviously haven't got the work mentality.
* '''''Creature of Comfort'''''
It's easier for a younger fellow, but after all these years anything less than a middle lifestyle is agony for an old git.
* '''''No one Wears it like I do'''''
Mortimer of London's clothing lines aren't uncommon amongst shadowrunners, but there's something about the way Mr Baxter looks that makes them suit so well... which isn't always a good thing
* '''''I can't be seen wearing that!'''''
He agrees that he does look good in a fine suit, but the only thing he abhors more than torn jeans is the idea of wearing them himself.

==Run History==
{{RunHistory}}


==Affiliations==

===Contacts===


{{ContactTable|


{{HasContact|
|Name= John Baptise
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Black Cat
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= David Harsmen
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Juhn Slide
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}


}}


===Organizations===


===Allies===

===Enemies===

=In Character Information=

==Symbols and Signatures==

==Matrix Search Table==
{{SearchTable|
|LowResult=
|MidResult=
|HighResult=
}}
==Shadow Community Table==
{{SearchTable|
|LowThreshold=1
|LowResult=
|MidThreshold=3
|MidResult=
|HighThreshold=5
|HighResult=
}}

==SINs==
{| class="wikitable"
! Name !! Place/Corp !! Rating !! Licenses
|-
| Edgar Wood || Seattle || 3 ||
*Concealed Carry Permit (3)
*Firearms License(3)
|}

==Appearance==

===Matrix Persona===

==Media Mentions==

==ShadowGrid Profile Comments==

[[Category:Player Characters]]

Mr Baxter

2021-02-09T22:09:21Z

Dandy: /* Background */

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=Character Information=

===Summary===
Old is gold, and Mr Baxter is a testament to the saying. He's back in business after a lengthy hiatus and more dangerous than ever. Ex-mafioso and debt-collector, William know exactly how to drive the conversation and is an adept at getting what he wants with nothing more than words rolled off a tongue both silvered and barbed. So many years of service has him well associated with the shadows of Seattle, working with the Finnegan's for 30 years before spending almost all his earnings across the next few whilst travelling between Britain and Italy - London, Rome & Madrid being his favourite places to visit,

* '''''Trivia:'''''
** ''William Simon John Baxter was born 37 minutes into 2023''
** ''He absolutely refuses to wear anything by Armanté''
** ''Given how much Italian he has learned over the years, he could probably get an Italian SIN and pull it off.''

===Goals===
'''Short Term:'''
* Earn enough to put some more SINs on his belt.
* Find increasingly extravagant clothes to wear.
* Otherwise improve gear and skills.
'''Long Term'''
* Strengthen relations with current or new contacts
* Maybe find a few runners to call chummers
* Maybe get a big enough paycheck to call a high lifestyle home.
* Run just enough to get the most out of it, but never let his age get anything out of him

==Background==
Born into the Mafia business right back in 2023, William Simon John Baxter was in dangerous waters when he awakened. The Catholic community of the family often took poorly to the concept of magic and always had a local priest watch over the young kid. He was a genuinely nice person, and surprisingly understood the fact that Will did not choose to be born this way, though this would lead the priest to view the happening as the work of God instead, which itself lead to the child being forced into the tradition. For the sake of not being disowned, or worse yet attacked by the family, he had to believe in God. After years and years of this, it was difficult to tell whether or not he truthfully didn’t.

Much to the disdain of the priest, the young adult Will’s charisma found more use shaking down debtors or blackmailing officials than it did spreading the word of God or praying for the innocent. What hurt him most was that it did not seem forced upon him; where he would politely though begrudgingly join the chorus at sermons, he would be grinning from ear to ear as he crushed the spirits of a hit. The Mafia, however, found his ‘business’ capabilities for more important than his absolute devotion to saying ‘Amen’. One evening, the priest - now quite elderly – fell ill, and blamed it upon the corruption he feels from associating with Mr Baxter.

The next evening, Mr Baxter visited him with a white rose in hand – symbolising purity – and a new tattoo still raw. It is of a large cross upon the right side of his neck. The top of it reaches just below the ear and the left arm would almost come round to his Adam’s apple, and whilst all black was ornately detailed with two scrolls wrapped around it reading “Communicatio in Sacris” and “Ave Didachè”. The first is a reference to Canon 844: a Catholic law regarding the licit sharing of certain sacraments with non-members… a nod to the possibility that he did not believe in God, though obscure enough to not draw attention from the fellow family members. The second has dual meanings, with it’s direct translation meaning “Hail the Teaching” referring to the priest as his teacher, though Didachè is also the Italian name of the Didache or Didact: The first of the Church Orders. He met with the priest, brought him dinner and pledged to him that his teachings were not for naught. The priest died within a month.

Despite the priests assuredness in his demise being the cause of Mr Baxter, the family did not suspect foul play by him continued to utilise him as an effective tool for ‘diplomacy’. By now, he was working for more than just his family, but the Finnegan family that parented theirs. During the family issue of James O’Malley’s murder and the subsequent usurpation of by the Butcher, Mr Baxter and his family were fighting on the side of James’ daughter – Rowena – and eventually saw their support pay off in 2070 when she finally got vengeance and retook the title of Capo. Soon after this, however, Mr Baxter would retire from the business with a lifetime of earnings and almost 30 years of service on his belt. He would spend the next decade or so of his life finally living as he pleased.

Mr Baxter ceased relations with a lot of his family. His parents had grown very old by now, though rather than see it out with them he gave them an appreciable share of his wealth and left America. Many bridges were burnt, with only an essential few left and kept very secretly. He had left and travelled to Europe, firstly Rome. Finally, without the limitations of the families, Mr Baxter renounced his faith in God. He knew all along where he was summoning up his power from, he knew exactly why he was a master of the social arena, he knew that he did not put the fear of God in his targets… but the fear of him.

He had truly revelled in the manipulation he achieved over the dozens of years, the sensation of control achieved through well said words and social traps ensnaring his prey, it was all so exhilarating to him; it still is. Without any need to hold back anymore, he was free to experiment with his capabilities without confining himself to the rules of a religion. With what he had learnt along the way, he knew exactly how to use such symbolism as his weapons and he bore the cross upon his neck with pride, knowing exactly what its true meaning was.

Spending the earnings frivolously, Mr Baxter developed many refined tastes for the absolute best that life had to give, though he only enjoyed it if he could fight for it. Metaphorically of course, so many years of terrifying people with words led to the actual need to terrify with guns lacking. Though it wasn’t enough to just buy the newest suit on the line or follow the trendsetters with their increasing bizarre styles, he had to establish his own form, one that would best compliment himself for nothing else out there was truly designed with him in mind.

It is this self-indulgence that fuelled his adept powers, his desire to control others and glorify himself that drove his black magics. And it was in these rampant years that his selfishness was most powerful. He travelled from city to city, falling in love with many of the traditionalist style of London and beatifying the sights of Rome and other Catholic cities for their holy constructions being the works of a contradictory ‘communal hubris’. Aesthetically, the things he beheld around the cities were to him the works of desire, much like his own, and many beautiful ones at that. In his hunt for optimising his view, he had obtained a cane from Mortimer of London, along with many other icons of their clothing. This cane’s extravagance was ingrained in its secondary function as a gun; a pompous and unneeded addition on the surface, but an icon of the deceptive symbolism Mr Baxter enjoyed so much, he simply had to have it. With this, he took to practising his shot, and whilst never finding any enjoyability in the decorum-void usage of automatic rifles or otherwise efficient means of dispatching an individual, the sheer feel of a giant handcannon like the Ruger Super Warhawk inspired enough awe in him to practise it further, though it was round abouts 8 or 9 years into this foray of his that he discovered a new problem.

He had not balanced his hedonism with sustainability, and his accounts were soon running thin, far before it was time for him to die. He had to adapt, change his lifestyle to fund his manipulative desires… but he couldn’t just join a corp, he was without any history or licit background, nor could he join another syndicate and limit himself to their laws. It was time to truly challenge his capabilities and give him the fight he so desired. Mr Baxter flew back to Seattle, plan in mind and ready to set in motion, though found difficulty in starting it when he discovered that his SIN he had been using was warranted for arrest. Running low on cash and without contacts he could yet get in touch with, he was forced to abandon it and try to lay low using a half decent burner as his only fallback.

The first of his bridges he needed to cross was going to sort his transportation, and a commlink call to an unlisted number later, a taxi would arrive at his location driven by none other than John Baptise himself. Mr Baxter had called in a favour for his plan, to earn entry into the Shadowhaven community – a network of shadowrunners in Seattle. This would be his new occupation. Now, he just had to set up a few more contacts with his other bridges. Juhn Slide was next visited by Mr Baxter, a street doctor who he had first come to know from a rock concert in the city. If drek really hit the fan, Dr Slide would be his best shot and survival. After that was a fellow named Black Cat, also in the area. A black marketeer: Baxter’s first purchase from him were some cigars, his most recent was the R6 Fake SIN he just lost. He’s a good bloke. Lastly, he needed someone to find him some work, and an old Mafia contact was his card for this one. A certain David Harsmen wasn’t actually situated in the city anymore but still very much a member and reliable fixer, they had met with each other before whilst Baxter was working directly with the Finnegan’s.

So, with the beginnings of a new network in place, and with coffers almost completely empty, it was time to unretire. The Old Boy’s back and at it.

==Narrative Significant Qualities==

===Positive===
* '''''Put's the 'Brutal' in Gentleman'''''
Charisma is Mr Baxter's game, though whilst he's able to play on all fronts he's better on the offensive and best when speaking softly. A close connection with the Mafia has taught him plenty of ways to mentally dominate people.
*'''''Watch the Suit'''''
The attention he pays to he wardrobe extends to keeping it all in check too.
*'''''Learnt Diogenes' Lesson'''''
His line of work has shown him everything that can and will go wrong, all a cynic need do is expect it and he can always have an edge.

===Negative===
* '''''Aged like a Fine Wine'''''
Wisdom comes with age, though it could be argued that there's nothing wise about shadowrunning. Those folks obviously haven't got the work mentality.
* '''''Creature of Comfort'''''
It's easier for a younger fellow, but after all these years anything less than a middle lifestyle is agony for an old git.
* '''''No one Wears it like I do'''''
Mortimer of London's clothing lines aren't uncommon amongst shadowrunners, but there's something about the way Mr Baxter looks that makes them suit so well... which isn't always a good thing
* '''''I can't be seen wearing that!'''''
He agrees that he does look good in a fine suit, but the only thing he abhors more than torn jeans is the idea of wearing them himself.

==Run History==
{{RunHistory}}


==Affiliations==

===Contacts===


{{ContactTable|


{{HasContact|
|Name= John Baptise
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Black Cat
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= David Harsmen
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Juhn Slide
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}


}}


===Organizations===


===Allies===

===Enemies===

=In Character Information=

==Symbols and Signatures==

==Matrix Search Table==
{{SearchTable|
|LowResult=
|MidResult=
|HighResult=
}}
==Shadow Community Table==
{{SearchTable|
|LowThreshold=1
|LowResult=
|MidThreshold=3
|MidResult=
|HighThreshold=5
|HighResult=
}}

==SINs==
{| class="wikitable"
! Name !! Place/Corp !! Rating !! Licenses
|-
| Edgar Wood || Seattle || 3 ||
*Concealed Carry Permit (3)
*Firearms License(3)
|}

==Appearance==

===Matrix Persona===

==Media Mentions==

==ShadowGrid Profile Comments==

[[Category:Player Characters]]

Mr Baxter

2021-02-08T16:24:52Z

Dandy: Priority

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=Character Information=

===Summary===
Old is gold, and Mr Baxter is a testament to the saying. He's back in business after a lengthy hiatus and more dangerous than ever. Ex-mafioso and debt-collector, William know exactly how to drive the conversation and is an adept at getting what he wants with nothing more than words rolled off a tongue both silvered and barbed. So many years of service has him well associated with the shadows of Seattle, working with the Finnegan's for 30 years before spending almost all his earnings across the next few whilst travelling between Britain and Italy - London, Rome & Madrid being his favourite places to visit,

* '''''Trivia:'''''
** ''William Simon John Baxter was born 37 minutes into 2023''
** ''He absolutely refuses to wear anything by Armanté''
** ''Given how much Italian he has learned over the years, he could probably get an Italian SIN and pull it off.''

===Goals===
'''Short Term:'''
* Earn enough to put some more SINs on his belt.
* Find increasingly extravagant clothes to wear.
* Otherwise improve gear and skills.
'''Long Term'''
* Strengthen relations with current or new contacts
* Maybe find a few runners to call chummers
* Maybe get a big enough paycheck to call a high lifestyle home.
* Run just enough to get the most out of it, but never let his age get anything out of him

==Background==
2023 – William Simon John Baxter is born. Raised in downtown in the residencia near the docks, there was very little chance he wouldn’t end up in the mafia given his traits. His parents worked all days on the dockyards and couldn’t afford much with the meagre pay, this third mouth proving a tricky bit to feed. Growing up through adolescence the Baxter’s only found themselves strained further, and with the madness of world events leading up to and happening in the 2030’s their economic statuses were only crumbling. It wasn’t what they wanted but quitting their jobs and offering service to the local Finnegan Family to put food on the table was one of the only options left, and it went a long way to shape Will into who he is today.

As he got older, it was clear to all that he was a bit more than just persuasive. He was awakened, and the street taught him to play tough with it. His place under the mafia’s thumb, however, meant a more diplomatic approach was needed rather than cause a ruckus and risk angering the capos. Exactly this happened when he was 17, when a son of a member came to blows with the kid after losing a grand in a poker game, exactly the thing he was trying to avoid. When he was brought to the father figure, he could feel his sins crawling up his back and braced for the worst; ''”A tirade? A beating? Please don’t punish my parents,”''. He was forced down into a chair and the man leaned into him.

“You da piece a shit who scammed my boy outta cash?”

Will would not give anything but a weak nod, trying to avoid his gaze.

“Look at me dipshit I’m talking to you.”

…

“HEY DIPSHIT!” the man yells slamming his hand to the back of Will’s head and tugging on the tufts of hair, forcibly raising his face to his own. He winced, but opening his eyes, he locked them with the fathers. The man saw Will’s eyes glean a spark of light before his iris’ burned a glowing blood-red.

“The dickhead can’t bluff for shit, he lost like a chump.”

The father figure couldn’t help but stare, still clasping and still angry, but unsure of what he was doing; of who he was talking to.

A grin spread across Will’s face after his last comment, following with “Hope you didn’t teach him to bet 500 with 2,7, I wasn’t scamming, just had about every chance of not losing with a full house.”

Stunned, was perhaps the only fitting description of the man. His grip began to loosen, before he brought his hand back to him. Stepping back, he continued to stare.

“I… I’m sorry.” Stutters the father. “Give me one moment.”

…

The man returned with a higher ranking member, Will didn’t recognise him. Italian words are shared between them whilst observing the kid before the new man signalled the father away and approached Will. This man was already more intimidating, and he hadn’t done anything yet.

“We will be using you,” He stated, “You have something that’s very useful to us.”

A notable wave swept over Will, not like a smell or breeze, an aura. It felt soothing. He felt like complying. He was awakened too.

The many years Mr Baxter served the family for were often less interesting than this event that started it all, and they went on for far longer. Will was trained by the mafia to further control his awakened capability to dominate the social battlefield. He was treated carefully, and rarely left alone by his mentor in the presence of other mafia members. But people who hadn’t kept up their debts? They were open season for a magically enhanced shakedown.

Years and years kept going by, more and more autonomy was afforded as he accepted the family he had become a part of. His parents were well looked after and so was he; well paid and SINless. The world had down many things by now, including Seattle and therefore including the family. Feuds were common place and after James O’Malley fell, a real drekfest started. Will had taken the side of his daughter, Rowena, and continued to serve over the twelve years it took for her to get revenge and retake the throne. During the dozens of years that had gone by, Mr Baxter had served in many diplomatic roles for the O’Malley’s. Some Bargaining, some persuading and all with force, his age had sharpened his tactics into heartlessly inflicting threats of utter ruin for the poor sods on the receiving end, and his brutal onslaughts of dehumanising insults have subdued attackers.

After Rowena had her throne, Mr Baxter retired and spent a nearly decade-long vacation across Europe, though mainly England and Italy. He wasn’t in his prime anymore and felt the need to take a break. Such a hateful existence for the previous 30 years changes a man, and he wanted to reclaim himself. The cash he had earned was plentiful, and to stay away for so many years was a dream come true, but it was always going to run out. With so much available to him, it was difficult not to spoil. He developed a taste for fine fashion, particularly the London scene and the designer MoL, as well as a dependence on no worse a lifestyle than that of the successful wageslave.

Mr Baxter barely had enough Nuyen to make it back to Seattle and had a whole new issue after he found his go-to Fake SIN was registered with a warrant for arrest for illegal immigration. With only one good half decent SIN left, it was time to dial up some numbers and find some work. Hooking back up again with the mystical John Baptise, Mr Baxter made his was to Redmond where he’d find to of his trusty old contacts. It was a pleasure to meet up with Dr Slide again, and lovely news to hear that his kids were doing well. Black Cat was a sight for sore eyes too, and a very fine evening was spent smoking and dining upon a rooftop.

Finally, he needed to get in touch with the Finnegans. ‘Once a made man, always a made man’ was what he was hoping to hear, but it wasn’t so easy. No family work could be offered, but the contacts had an even better idea. One of their kin, Dan Harsmen, is a family member operating in Texas currently, trying to broaden connections, but he still had plenty of work to be done on the home turf and offers fixes to members of the ShadowHaven, a local running community. A few sim-meetups later and Mr Baxter was ready to play ball, and with creds running low, it’s about time.

==Narrative Significant Qualities==

===Positive===
* '''''Put's the 'Brutal' in Gentleman'''''
Charisma is Mr Baxter's game, though whilst he's able to play on all fronts he's better on the offensive and best when speaking softly. A close connection with the Mafia has taught him plenty of ways to mentally dominate people.
*'''''Watch the Suit'''''
The attention he pays to he wardrobe extends to keeping it all in check too.
*'''''Learnt Diogenes' Lesson'''''
His line of work has shown him everything that can and will go wrong, all a cynic need do is expect it and he can always have an edge.

===Negative===
* '''''Aged like a Fine Wine'''''
Wisdom comes with age, though it could be argued that there's nothing wise about shadowrunning. Those folks obviously haven't got the work mentality.
* '''''Creature of Comfort'''''
It's easier for a younger fellow, but after all these years anything less than a middle lifestyle is agony for an old git.
* '''''No one Wears it like I do'''''
Mortimer of London's clothing lines aren't uncommon amongst shadowrunners, but there's something about the way Mr Baxter looks that makes them suit so well... which isn't always a good thing
* '''''I can't be seen wearing that!'''''
He agrees that he does look good in a fine suit, but the only thing he abhors more than torn jeans is the idea of wearing them himself.

==Run History==
{{RunHistory}}


==Affiliations==

===Contacts===


{{ContactTable|


{{HasContact|
|Name= John Baptise
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Black Cat
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= David Harsmen
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Juhn Slide
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}


}}


===Organizations===


===Allies===

===Enemies===

=In Character Information=

==Symbols and Signatures==

==Matrix Search Table==
{{SearchTable|
|LowResult=
|MidResult=
|HighResult=
}}
==Shadow Community Table==
{{SearchTable|
|LowThreshold=1
|LowResult=
|MidThreshold=3
|MidResult=
|HighThreshold=5
|HighResult=
}}

==SINs==
{| class="wikitable"
! Name !! Place/Corp !! Rating !! Licenses
|-
| Edgar Wood || Seattle || 3 ||
*Concealed Carry Permit (3)
*Firearms License(3)
|}

==Appearance==

===Matrix Persona===

==Media Mentions==

==ShadowGrid Profile Comments==

[[Category:Player Characters]]

Mr Baxter

2021-02-08T16:23:29Z

Dandy: /* SINs */

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=Character Information=

===Summary===
Old is gold, and Mr Baxter is a testament to the saying. He's back in business after a lengthy hiatus and more dangerous than ever. Ex-mafioso and debt-collector, William know exactly how to drive the conversation and is an adept at getting what he wants with nothing more than words rolled off a tongue both silvered and barbed. So many years of service has him well associated with the shadows of Seattle, working with the Finnegan's for 30 years before spending almost all his earnings across the next few whilst travelling between Britain and Italy - London, Rome & Madrid being his favourite places to visit,

* '''''Trivia:'''''
** ''William Simon John Baxter was born 37 minutes into 2023''
** ''He absolutely refuses to wear anything by Armanté''
** ''Given how much Italian he has learned over the years, he could probably get an Italian SIN and pull it off.''

===Goals===
'''Short Term:'''
* Earn enough to put some more SINs on his belt.
* Find increasingly extravagant clothes to wear.
* Otherwise improve gear and skills.
'''Long Term'''
* Strengthen relations with current or new contacts
* Maybe find a few runners to call chummers
* Maybe get a big enough paycheck to call a high lifestyle home.
* Run just enough to get the most out of it, but never let his age get anything out of him

==Background==
2023 – William Simon John Baxter is born. Raised in downtown in the residencia near the docks, there was very little chance he wouldn’t end up in the mafia given his traits. His parents worked all days on the dockyards and couldn’t afford much with the meagre pay, this third mouth proving a tricky bit to feed. Growing up through adolescence the Baxter’s only found themselves strained further, and with the madness of world events leading up to and happening in the 2030’s their economic statuses were only crumbling. It wasn’t what they wanted but quitting their jobs and offering service to the local Finnegan Family to put food on the table was one of the only options left, and it went a long way to shape Will into who he is today.

As he got older, it was clear to all that he was a bit more than just persuasive. He was awakened, and the street taught him to play tough with it. His place under the mafia’s thumb, however, meant a more diplomatic approach was needed rather than cause a ruckus and risk angering the capos. Exactly this happened when he was 17, when a son of a member came to blows with the kid after losing a grand in a poker game, exactly the thing he was trying to avoid. When he was brought to the father figure, he could feel his sins crawling up his back and braced for the worst; ''”A tirade? A beating? Please don’t punish my parents,”''. He was forced down into a chair and the man leaned into him.

“You da piece a shit who scammed my boy outta cash?”

Will would not give anything but a weak nod, trying to avoid his gaze.

“Look at me dipshit I’m talking to you.”

…

“HEY DIPSHIT!” the man yells slamming his hand to the back of Will’s head and tugging on the tufts of hair, forcibly raising his face to his own. He winced, but opening his eyes, he locked them with the fathers. The man saw Will’s eyes glean a spark of light before his iris’ burned a glowing blood-red.

“The dickhead can’t bluff for shit, he lost like a chump.”

The father figure couldn’t help but stare, still clasping and still angry, but unsure of what he was doing; of who he was talking to.

A grin spread across Will’s face after his last comment, following with “Hope you didn’t teach him to bet 500 with 2,7, I wasn’t scamming, just had about every chance of not losing with a full house.”

Stunned, was perhaps the only fitting description of the man. His grip began to loosen, before he brought his hand back to him. Stepping back, he continued to stare.

“I… I’m sorry.” Stutters the father. “Give me one moment.”

…

The man returned with a higher ranking member, Will didn’t recognise him. Italian words are shared between them whilst observing the kid before the new man signalled the father away and approached Will. This man was already more intimidating, and he hadn’t done anything yet.

“We will be using you,” He stated, “You have something that’s very useful to us.”

A notable wave swept over Will, not like a smell or breeze, an aura. It felt soothing. He felt like complying. He was awakened too.

The many years Mr Baxter served the family for were often less interesting than this event that started it all, and they went on for far longer. Will was trained by the mafia to further control his awakened capability to dominate the social battlefield. He was treated carefully, and rarely left alone by his mentor in the presence of other mafia members. But people who hadn’t kept up their debts? They were open season for a magically enhanced shakedown.

Years and years kept going by, more and more autonomy was afforded as he accepted the family he had become a part of. His parents were well looked after and so was he; well paid and SINless. The world had down many things by now, including Seattle and therefore including the family. Feuds were common place and after James O’Malley fell, a real drekfest started. Will had taken the side of his daughter, Rowena, and continued to serve over the twelve years it took for her to get revenge and retake the throne. During the dozens of years that had gone by, Mr Baxter had served in many diplomatic roles for the O’Malley’s. Some Bargaining, some persuading and all with force, his age had sharpened his tactics into heartlessly inflicting threats of utter ruin for the poor sods on the receiving end, and his brutal onslaughts of dehumanising insults have subdued attackers.

After Rowena had her throne, Mr Baxter retired and spent a nearly decade-long vacation across Europe, though mainly England and Italy. He wasn’t in his prime anymore and felt the need to take a break. Such a hateful existence for the previous 30 years changes a man, and he wanted to reclaim himself. The cash he had earned was plentiful, and to stay away for so many years was a dream come true, but it was always going to run out. With so much available to him, it was difficult not to spoil. He developed a taste for fine fashion, particularly the London scene and the designer MoL, as well as a dependence on no worse a lifestyle than that of the successful wageslave.

Mr Baxter barely had enough Nuyen to make it back to Seattle and had a whole new issue after he found his go-to Fake SIN was registered with a warrant for arrest for illegal immigration. With only one good half decent SIN left, it was time to dial up some numbers and find some work. Hooking back up again with the mystical John Baptise, Mr Baxter made his was to Redmond where he’d find to of his trusty old contacts. It was a pleasure to meet up with Dr Slide again, and lovely news to hear that his kids were doing well. Black Cat was a sight for sore eyes too, and a very fine evening was spent smoking and dining upon a rooftop.

Finally, he needed to get in touch with the Finnegans. ‘Once a made man, always a made man’ was what he was hoping to hear, but it wasn’t so easy. No family work could be offered, but the contacts had an even better idea. One of their kin, Dan Harsmen, is a family member operating in Texas currently, trying to broaden connections, but he still had plenty of work to be done on the home turf and offers fixes to members of the ShadowHaven, a local running community. A few sim-meetups later and Mr Baxter was ready to play ball, and with creds running low, it’s about time.

==Narrative Significant Qualities==

===Positive===
* '''''Put's the 'Brutal' in Gentleman'''''
Charisma is Mr Baxter's game, though whilst he's able to play on all fronts he's better on the offensive and best when speaking softly. A close connection with the Mafia has taught him plenty of ways to mentally dominate people.
*'''''Watch the Suit'''''
The attention he pays to he wardrobe extends to keeping it all in check too.
*'''''Learnt Diogenes' Lesson'''''
His line of work has shown him everything that can and will go wrong, all a cynic need do is expect it and he can always have an edge.

===Negative===
* '''''Aged like a Fine Wine'''''
Wisdom comes with age, though it could be argued that there's nothing wise about shadowrunning. Those folks obviously haven't got the work mentality.
* '''''Creature of Comfort'''''
It's easier for a younger fellow, but after all these years anything less than a middle lifestyle is agony for an old git.
* '''''No one Wears it like I do'''''
Mortimer of London's clothing lines aren't uncommon amongst shadowrunners, but there's something about the way Mr Baxter looks that makes them suit so well... which isn't always a good thing
* '''''I can't be seen wearing that!'''''
He agrees that he does look good in a fine suit, but the only thing he abhors more than torn jeans is the idea of wearing them himself.

==Run History==
{{RunHistory}}


==Affiliations==

===Contacts===


{{ContactTable|


{{HasContact|
|Name= John Baptise
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Black Cat
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= David Harsmen
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Juhn Slide
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}


}}


===Organizations===


===Allies===

===Enemies===

=In Character Information=

==Symbols and Signatures==

==Matrix Search Table==
{{SearchTable|
|LowResult=
|MidResult=
|HighResult=
}}
==Shadow Community Table==
{{SearchTable|
|LowThreshold=1
|LowResult=
|MidThreshold=3
|MidResult=
|HighThreshold=5
|HighResult=
}}

==SINs==
{| class="wikitable"
! Name !! Place/Corp !! Rating !! Licenses
|-
| Edgar Wood || Seattle || 3 ||
*Concealed Carry Permit (3)
*Firearms License(3)
|}

==Appearance==

===Matrix Persona===

==Media Mentions==

==ShadowGrid Profile Comments==

[[Category:Player Characters]]

Mr Baxter

2021-02-08T16:22:37Z

Dandy: /* Contacts */

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=Character Information=

===Summary===
Old is gold, and Mr Baxter is a testament to the saying. He's back in business after a lengthy hiatus and more dangerous than ever. Ex-mafioso and debt-collector, William know exactly how to drive the conversation and is an adept at getting what he wants with nothing more than words rolled off a tongue both silvered and barbed. So many years of service has him well associated with the shadows of Seattle, working with the Finnegan's for 30 years before spending almost all his earnings across the next few whilst travelling between Britain and Italy - London, Rome & Madrid being his favourite places to visit,

* '''''Trivia:'''''
** ''William Simon John Baxter was born 37 minutes into 2023''
** ''He absolutely refuses to wear anything by Armanté''
** ''Given how much Italian he has learned over the years, he could probably get an Italian SIN and pull it off.''

===Goals===
'''Short Term:'''
* Earn enough to put some more SINs on his belt.
* Find increasingly extravagant clothes to wear.
* Otherwise improve gear and skills.
'''Long Term'''
* Strengthen relations with current or new contacts
* Maybe find a few runners to call chummers
* Maybe get a big enough paycheck to call a high lifestyle home.
* Run just enough to get the most out of it, but never let his age get anything out of him

==Background==
2023 – William Simon John Baxter is born. Raised in downtown in the residencia near the docks, there was very little chance he wouldn’t end up in the mafia given his traits. His parents worked all days on the dockyards and couldn’t afford much with the meagre pay, this third mouth proving a tricky bit to feed. Growing up through adolescence the Baxter’s only found themselves strained further, and with the madness of world events leading up to and happening in the 2030’s their economic statuses were only crumbling. It wasn’t what they wanted but quitting their jobs and offering service to the local Finnegan Family to put food on the table was one of the only options left, and it went a long way to shape Will into who he is today.

As he got older, it was clear to all that he was a bit more than just persuasive. He was awakened, and the street taught him to play tough with it. His place under the mafia’s thumb, however, meant a more diplomatic approach was needed rather than cause a ruckus and risk angering the capos. Exactly this happened when he was 17, when a son of a member came to blows with the kid after losing a grand in a poker game, exactly the thing he was trying to avoid. When he was brought to the father figure, he could feel his sins crawling up his back and braced for the worst; ''”A tirade? A beating? Please don’t punish my parents,”''. He was forced down into a chair and the man leaned into him.

“You da piece a shit who scammed my boy outta cash?”

Will would not give anything but a weak nod, trying to avoid his gaze.

“Look at me dipshit I’m talking to you.”

…

“HEY DIPSHIT!” the man yells slamming his hand to the back of Will’s head and tugging on the tufts of hair, forcibly raising his face to his own. He winced, but opening his eyes, he locked them with the fathers. The man saw Will’s eyes glean a spark of light before his iris’ burned a glowing blood-red.

“The dickhead can’t bluff for shit, he lost like a chump.”

The father figure couldn’t help but stare, still clasping and still angry, but unsure of what he was doing; of who he was talking to.

A grin spread across Will’s face after his last comment, following with “Hope you didn’t teach him to bet 500 with 2,7, I wasn’t scamming, just had about every chance of not losing with a full house.”

Stunned, was perhaps the only fitting description of the man. His grip began to loosen, before he brought his hand back to him. Stepping back, he continued to stare.

“I… I’m sorry.” Stutters the father. “Give me one moment.”

…

The man returned with a higher ranking member, Will didn’t recognise him. Italian words are shared between them whilst observing the kid before the new man signalled the father away and approached Will. This man was already more intimidating, and he hadn’t done anything yet.

“We will be using you,” He stated, “You have something that’s very useful to us.”

A notable wave swept over Will, not like a smell or breeze, an aura. It felt soothing. He felt like complying. He was awakened too.

The many years Mr Baxter served the family for were often less interesting than this event that started it all, and they went on for far longer. Will was trained by the mafia to further control his awakened capability to dominate the social battlefield. He was treated carefully, and rarely left alone by his mentor in the presence of other mafia members. But people who hadn’t kept up their debts? They were open season for a magically enhanced shakedown.

Years and years kept going by, more and more autonomy was afforded as he accepted the family he had become a part of. His parents were well looked after and so was he; well paid and SINless. The world had down many things by now, including Seattle and therefore including the family. Feuds were common place and after James O’Malley fell, a real drekfest started. Will had taken the side of his daughter, Rowena, and continued to serve over the twelve years it took for her to get revenge and retake the throne. During the dozens of years that had gone by, Mr Baxter had served in many diplomatic roles for the O’Malley’s. Some Bargaining, some persuading and all with force, his age had sharpened his tactics into heartlessly inflicting threats of utter ruin for the poor sods on the receiving end, and his brutal onslaughts of dehumanising insults have subdued attackers.

After Rowena had her throne, Mr Baxter retired and spent a nearly decade-long vacation across Europe, though mainly England and Italy. He wasn’t in his prime anymore and felt the need to take a break. Such a hateful existence for the previous 30 years changes a man, and he wanted to reclaim himself. The cash he had earned was plentiful, and to stay away for so many years was a dream come true, but it was always going to run out. With so much available to him, it was difficult not to spoil. He developed a taste for fine fashion, particularly the London scene and the designer MoL, as well as a dependence on no worse a lifestyle than that of the successful wageslave.

Mr Baxter barely had enough Nuyen to make it back to Seattle and had a whole new issue after he found his go-to Fake SIN was registered with a warrant for arrest for illegal immigration. With only one good half decent SIN left, it was time to dial up some numbers and find some work. Hooking back up again with the mystical John Baptise, Mr Baxter made his was to Redmond where he’d find to of his trusty old contacts. It was a pleasure to meet up with Dr Slide again, and lovely news to hear that his kids were doing well. Black Cat was a sight for sore eyes too, and a very fine evening was spent smoking and dining upon a rooftop.

Finally, he needed to get in touch with the Finnegans. ‘Once a made man, always a made man’ was what he was hoping to hear, but it wasn’t so easy. No family work could be offered, but the contacts had an even better idea. One of their kin, Dan Harsmen, is a family member operating in Texas currently, trying to broaden connections, but he still had plenty of work to be done on the home turf and offers fixes to members of the ShadowHaven, a local running community. A few sim-meetups later and Mr Baxter was ready to play ball, and with creds running low, it’s about time.

==Narrative Significant Qualities==

===Positive===
* '''''Put's the 'Brutal' in Gentleman'''''
Charisma is Mr Baxter's game, though whilst he's able to play on all fronts he's better on the offensive and best when speaking softly. A close connection with the Mafia has taught him plenty of ways to mentally dominate people.
*'''''Watch the Suit'''''
The attention he pays to he wardrobe extends to keeping it all in check too.
*'''''Learnt Diogenes' Lesson'''''
His line of work has shown him everything that can and will go wrong, all a cynic need do is expect it and he can always have an edge.

===Negative===
* '''''Aged like a Fine Wine'''''
Wisdom comes with age, though it could be argued that there's nothing wise about shadowrunning. Those folks obviously haven't got the work mentality.
* '''''Creature of Comfort'''''
It's easier for a younger fellow, but after all these years anything less than a middle lifestyle is agony for an old git.
* '''''No one Wears it like I do'''''
Mortimer of London's clothing lines aren't uncommon amongst shadowrunners, but there's something about the way Mr Baxter looks that makes them suit so well... which isn't always a good thing
* '''''I can't be seen wearing that!'''''
He agrees that he does look good in a fine suit, but the only thing he abhors more than torn jeans is the idea of wearing them himself.

==Run History==
{{RunHistory}}


==Affiliations==

===Contacts===


{{ContactTable|


{{HasContact|
|Name= John Baptise
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Black Cat
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= David Harsmen
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Juhn Slide
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}


}}


===Organizations===


===Allies===

===Enemies===

=In Character Information=

==Symbols and Signatures==

==Matrix Search Table==
{{SearchTable|
|LowResult=
|MidResult=
|HighResult=
}}
==Shadow Community Table==
{{SearchTable|
|LowThreshold=1
|LowResult=
|MidThreshold=3
|MidResult=
|HighThreshold=5
|HighResult=
}}

==SINs==
{| class="wikitable"
! Name !! Place/Corp !! Rating !! Licenses
|-
| Edgar Wood || Seattle || 4 ||
*Concealed Carry Permit (4)
*Firearms License(4)
|}

==Appearance==

===Matrix Persona===

==Media Mentions==

==ShadowGrid Profile Comments==

[[Category:Player Characters]]

Mr Baxter

2021-02-08T16:21:54Z

Dandy: /* Narrative Significant Qualities */

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=Character Information=

===Summary===
Old is gold, and Mr Baxter is a testament to the saying. He's back in business after a lengthy hiatus and more dangerous than ever. Ex-mafioso and debt-collector, William know exactly how to drive the conversation and is an adept at getting what he wants with nothing more than words rolled off a tongue both silvered and barbed. So many years of service has him well associated with the shadows of Seattle, working with the Finnegan's for 30 years before spending almost all his earnings across the next few whilst travelling between Britain and Italy - London, Rome & Madrid being his favourite places to visit,

* '''''Trivia:'''''
** ''William Simon John Baxter was born 37 minutes into 2023''
** ''He absolutely refuses to wear anything by Armanté''
** ''Given how much Italian he has learned over the years, he could probably get an Italian SIN and pull it off.''

===Goals===
'''Short Term:'''
* Earn enough to put some more SINs on his belt.
* Find increasingly extravagant clothes to wear.
* Otherwise improve gear and skills.
'''Long Term'''
* Strengthen relations with current or new contacts
* Maybe find a few runners to call chummers
* Maybe get a big enough paycheck to call a high lifestyle home.
* Run just enough to get the most out of it, but never let his age get anything out of him

==Background==
2023 – William Simon John Baxter is born. Raised in downtown in the residencia near the docks, there was very little chance he wouldn’t end up in the mafia given his traits. His parents worked all days on the dockyards and couldn’t afford much with the meagre pay, this third mouth proving a tricky bit to feed. Growing up through adolescence the Baxter’s only found themselves strained further, and with the madness of world events leading up to and happening in the 2030’s their economic statuses were only crumbling. It wasn’t what they wanted but quitting their jobs and offering service to the local Finnegan Family to put food on the table was one of the only options left, and it went a long way to shape Will into who he is today.

As he got older, it was clear to all that he was a bit more than just persuasive. He was awakened, and the street taught him to play tough with it. His place under the mafia’s thumb, however, meant a more diplomatic approach was needed rather than cause a ruckus and risk angering the capos. Exactly this happened when he was 17, when a son of a member came to blows with the kid after losing a grand in a poker game, exactly the thing he was trying to avoid. When he was brought to the father figure, he could feel his sins crawling up his back and braced for the worst; ''”A tirade? A beating? Please don’t punish my parents,”''. He was forced down into a chair and the man leaned into him.

“You da piece a shit who scammed my boy outta cash?”

Will would not give anything but a weak nod, trying to avoid his gaze.

“Look at me dipshit I’m talking to you.”

…

“HEY DIPSHIT!” the man yells slamming his hand to the back of Will’s head and tugging on the tufts of hair, forcibly raising his face to his own. He winced, but opening his eyes, he locked them with the fathers. The man saw Will’s eyes glean a spark of light before his iris’ burned a glowing blood-red.

“The dickhead can’t bluff for shit, he lost like a chump.”

The father figure couldn’t help but stare, still clasping and still angry, but unsure of what he was doing; of who he was talking to.

A grin spread across Will’s face after his last comment, following with “Hope you didn’t teach him to bet 500 with 2,7, I wasn’t scamming, just had about every chance of not losing with a full house.”

Stunned, was perhaps the only fitting description of the man. His grip began to loosen, before he brought his hand back to him. Stepping back, he continued to stare.

“I… I’m sorry.” Stutters the father. “Give me one moment.”

…

The man returned with a higher ranking member, Will didn’t recognise him. Italian words are shared between them whilst observing the kid before the new man signalled the father away and approached Will. This man was already more intimidating, and he hadn’t done anything yet.

“We will be using you,” He stated, “You have something that’s very useful to us.”

A notable wave swept over Will, not like a smell or breeze, an aura. It felt soothing. He felt like complying. He was awakened too.

The many years Mr Baxter served the family for were often less interesting than this event that started it all, and they went on for far longer. Will was trained by the mafia to further control his awakened capability to dominate the social battlefield. He was treated carefully, and rarely left alone by his mentor in the presence of other mafia members. But people who hadn’t kept up their debts? They were open season for a magically enhanced shakedown.

Years and years kept going by, more and more autonomy was afforded as he accepted the family he had become a part of. His parents were well looked after and so was he; well paid and SINless. The world had down many things by now, including Seattle and therefore including the family. Feuds were common place and after James O’Malley fell, a real drekfest started. Will had taken the side of his daughter, Rowena, and continued to serve over the twelve years it took for her to get revenge and retake the throne. During the dozens of years that had gone by, Mr Baxter had served in many diplomatic roles for the O’Malley’s. Some Bargaining, some persuading and all with force, his age had sharpened his tactics into heartlessly inflicting threats of utter ruin for the poor sods on the receiving end, and his brutal onslaughts of dehumanising insults have subdued attackers.

After Rowena had her throne, Mr Baxter retired and spent a nearly decade-long vacation across Europe, though mainly England and Italy. He wasn’t in his prime anymore and felt the need to take a break. Such a hateful existence for the previous 30 years changes a man, and he wanted to reclaim himself. The cash he had earned was plentiful, and to stay away for so many years was a dream come true, but it was always going to run out. With so much available to him, it was difficult not to spoil. He developed a taste for fine fashion, particularly the London scene and the designer MoL, as well as a dependence on no worse a lifestyle than that of the successful wageslave.

Mr Baxter barely had enough Nuyen to make it back to Seattle and had a whole new issue after he found his go-to Fake SIN was registered with a warrant for arrest for illegal immigration. With only one good half decent SIN left, it was time to dial up some numbers and find some work. Hooking back up again with the mystical John Baptise, Mr Baxter made his was to Redmond where he’d find to of his trusty old contacts. It was a pleasure to meet up with Dr Slide again, and lovely news to hear that his kids were doing well. Black Cat was a sight for sore eyes too, and a very fine evening was spent smoking and dining upon a rooftop.

Finally, he needed to get in touch with the Finnegans. ‘Once a made man, always a made man’ was what he was hoping to hear, but it wasn’t so easy. No family work could be offered, but the contacts had an even better idea. One of their kin, Dan Harsmen, is a family member operating in Texas currently, trying to broaden connections, but he still had plenty of work to be done on the home turf and offers fixes to members of the ShadowHaven, a local running community. A few sim-meetups later and Mr Baxter was ready to play ball, and with creds running low, it’s about time.

==Narrative Significant Qualities==

===Positive===
* '''''Put's the 'Brutal' in Gentleman'''''
Charisma is Mr Baxter's game, though whilst he's able to play on all fronts he's better on the offensive and best when speaking softly. A close connection with the Mafia has taught him plenty of ways to mentally dominate people.
*'''''Watch the Suit'''''
The attention he pays to he wardrobe extends to keeping it all in check too.
*'''''Learnt Diogenes' Lesson'''''
His line of work has shown him everything that can and will go wrong, all a cynic need do is expect it and he can always have an edge.

===Negative===
* '''''Aged like a Fine Wine'''''
Wisdom comes with age, though it could be argued that there's nothing wise about shadowrunning. Those folks obviously haven't got the work mentality.
* '''''Creature of Comfort'''''
It's easier for a younger fellow, but after all these years anything less than a middle lifestyle is agony for an old git.
* '''''No one Wears it like I do'''''
Mortimer of London's clothing lines aren't uncommon amongst shadowrunners, but there's something about the way Mr Baxter looks that makes them suit so well... which isn't always a good thing
* '''''I can't be seen wearing that!'''''
He agrees that he does look good in a fine suit, but the only thing he abhors more than torn jeans is the idea of wearing them himself.

==Run History==
{{RunHistory}}


==Affiliations==

===Contacts===


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|Loyalty= 1
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
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|Loyalty= 1
|Chips=Even
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{{HasContact|
|Name= David Harsmen
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Juhn Slide
|Loyalty= 1
|Chips=Even
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===Organizations===


===Allies===

===Enemies===

=In Character Information=

==Symbols and Signatures==

==Matrix Search Table==
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==Shadow Community Table==
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==SINs==
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! Name !! Place/Corp !! Rating !! Licenses
|-
| Edgar Wood || Seattle || 4 ||
*Concealed Carry Permit (4)
*Firearms License(4)
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==Appearance==

===Matrix Persona===

==Media Mentions==

==ShadowGrid Profile Comments==

[[Category:Player Characters]]

Mr Baxter

2021-02-07T19:57:39Z

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=Character Information=

===Summary===
Old is gold, and Mr Baxter is a testament to the saying. He's back in business after a lengthy hiatus and more dangerous than ever. Ex-mafioso and debt-collector, William know exactly how to drive the conversation and is an adept at getting what he wants with nothing more than words rolled off a tongue both silvered and barbed. So many years of service has him well associated with the shadows of Seattle, working with the Finnegan's for 30 years before spending almost all his earnings across the next few whilst travelling between Britain and Italy - London, Rome & Madrid being his favourite places to visit,

* '''''Trivia:'''''
** ''William Simon John Baxter was born 37 minutes into 2023''
** ''He absolutely refuses to wear anything by Armanté''
** ''Given how much Italian he has learned over the years, he could probably get an Italian SIN and pull it off.''

===Goals===
'''Short Term:'''
* Earn enough to put some more SINs on his belt.
* Find increasingly extravagant clothes to wear.
* Otherwise improve gear and skills.
'''Long Term'''
* Strengthen relations with current or new contacts
* Maybe find a few runners to call chummers
* Maybe get a big enough paycheck to call a high lifestyle home.
* Run just enough to get the most out of it, but never let his age get anything out of him

==Background==
2023 – William Simon John Baxter is born. Raised in downtown in the residencia near the docks, there was very little chance he wouldn’t end up in the mafia given his traits. His parents worked all days on the dockyards and couldn’t afford much with the meagre pay, this third mouth proving a tricky bit to feed. Growing up through adolescence the Baxter’s only found themselves strained further, and with the madness of world events leading up to and happening in the 2030’s their economic statuses were only crumbling. It wasn’t what they wanted but quitting their jobs and offering service to the local Finnegan Family to put food on the table was one of the only options left, and it went a long way to shape Will into who he is today.

As he got older, it was clear to all that he was a bit more than just persuasive. He was awakened, and the street taught him to play tough with it. His place under the mafia’s thumb, however, meant a more diplomatic approach was needed rather than cause a ruckus and risk angering the capos. Exactly this happened when he was 17, when a son of a member came to blows with the kid after losing a grand in a poker game, exactly the thing he was trying to avoid. When he was brought to the father figure, he could feel his sins crawling up his back and braced for the worst; ''”A tirade? A beating? Please don’t punish my parents,”''. He was forced down into a chair and the man leaned into him.

“You da piece a shit who scammed my boy outta cash?”

Will would not give anything but a weak nod, trying to avoid his gaze.

“Look at me dipshit I’m talking to you.”

…

“HEY DIPSHIT!” the man yells slamming his hand to the back of Will’s head and tugging on the tufts of hair, forcibly raising his face to his own. He winced, but opening his eyes, he locked them with the fathers. The man saw Will’s eyes glean a spark of light before his iris’ burned a glowing blood-red.

“The dickhead can’t bluff for shit, he lost like a chump.”

The father figure couldn’t help but stare, still clasping and still angry, but unsure of what he was doing; of who he was talking to.

A grin spread across Will’s face after his last comment, following with “Hope you didn’t teach him to bet 500 with 2,7, I wasn’t scamming, just had about every chance of not losing with a full house.”

Stunned, was perhaps the only fitting description of the man. His grip began to loosen, before he brought his hand back to him. Stepping back, he continued to stare.

“I… I’m sorry.” Stutters the father. “Give me one moment.”

…

The man returned with a higher ranking member, Will didn’t recognise him. Italian words are shared between them whilst observing the kid before the new man signalled the father away and approached Will. This man was already more intimidating, and he hadn’t done anything yet.

“We will be using you,” He stated, “You have something that’s very useful to us.”

A notable wave swept over Will, not like a smell or breeze, an aura. It felt soothing. He felt like complying. He was awakened too.

The many years Mr Baxter served the family for were often less interesting than this event that started it all, and they went on for far longer. Will was trained by the mafia to further control his awakened capability to dominate the social battlefield. He was treated carefully, and rarely left alone by his mentor in the presence of other mafia members. But people who hadn’t kept up their debts? They were open season for a magically enhanced shakedown.

Years and years kept going by, more and more autonomy was afforded as he accepted the family he had become a part of. His parents were well looked after and so was he; well paid and SINless. The world had down many things by now, including Seattle and therefore including the family. Feuds were common place and after James O’Malley fell, a real drekfest started. Will had taken the side of his daughter, Rowena, and continued to serve over the twelve years it took for her to get revenge and retake the throne. During the dozens of years that had gone by, Mr Baxter had served in many diplomatic roles for the O’Malley’s. Some Bargaining, some persuading and all with force, his age had sharpened his tactics into heartlessly inflicting threats of utter ruin for the poor sods on the receiving end, and his brutal onslaughts of dehumanising insults have subdued attackers.

After Rowena had her throne, Mr Baxter retired and spent a nearly decade-long vacation across Europe, though mainly England and Italy. He wasn’t in his prime anymore and felt the need to take a break. Such a hateful existence for the previous 30 years changes a man, and he wanted to reclaim himself. The cash he had earned was plentiful, and to stay away for so many years was a dream come true, but it was always going to run out. With so much available to him, it was difficult not to spoil. He developed a taste for fine fashion, particularly the London scene and the designer MoL, as well as a dependence on no worse a lifestyle than that of the successful wageslave.

Mr Baxter barely had enough Nuyen to make it back to Seattle and had a whole new issue after he found his go-to Fake SIN was registered with a warrant for arrest for illegal immigration. With only one good half decent SIN left, it was time to dial up some numbers and find some work. Hooking back up again with the mystical John Baptise, Mr Baxter made his was to Redmond where he’d find to of his trusty old contacts. It was a pleasure to meet up with Dr Slide again, and lovely news to hear that his kids were doing well. Black Cat was a sight for sore eyes too, and a very fine evening was spent smoking and dining upon a rooftop.

Finally, he needed to get in touch with the Finnegans. ‘Once a made man, always a made man’ was what he was hoping to hear, but it wasn’t so easy. No family work could be offered, but the contacts had an even better idea. One of their kin, Dan Harsmen, is a family member operating in Texas currently, trying to broaden connections, but he still had plenty of work to be done on the home turf and offers fixes to members of the ShadowHaven, a local running community. A few sim-meetups later and Mr Baxter was ready to play ball, and with creds running low, it’s about time.

==Narrative Significant Qualities==

===Positive===
* '''''Put's the 'Brutal' in Gentleman'''''
Charisma is Mr Baxter's game, though whilst he's able to play on all fronts he's better on the offensive and best when speaking softly. A close connection with the Mafia has taught him plenty of ways to mentally dominate people.
*'''''First and Foremost'''''
Words are just like weapons, and just as you strike first so an opponent can never hit you with his hardest, a runaway debtor should only ever need to see you once.

===Negative===
* '''''Aged like a Fine Wine'''''
Wisdom comes with age, though it could be argued that there's nothing wise about shadowrunning. Those folks obviously haven't got the work mentality.
* '''''Creature of Comfort'''''
It's easier for a younger fellow, but after all these years anything less than a middle lifestyle is agony for an old git.
* '''''Touch my cane and I'll break your neck with it'''''
Bringing a cane to a gunfight isn't the best idea, even if that cane has got a gun in it. Mr Baxter, of course, doesn't give a fuck.
* '''''What do you mean you "smell gas"?'''''
Drek happens when you get old 'aight, besides it's the body's natural way of stopping old people from being able to smell themselves. Granted, the smoking hasn't helped much.

==Run History==
{{RunHistory}}


==Affiliations==

===Contacts===


{{ContactTable|


{{HasContact|
|Name= John Baptise
|Loyalty= 1
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Black Cat
|Loyalty= 1
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= David Harsmen
|Loyalty= 2
|Chips=Even
|}}

{{HasContact|
|Name= Juhn Slide
|Loyalty= 1
|Chips=Even
|}}


}}


===Organizations===


===Allies===

===Enemies===

=In Character Information=

==Symbols and Signatures==

==Matrix Search Table==
{{SearchTable|
|LowResult=
|MidResult=
|HighResult=
}}
==Shadow Community Table==
{{SearchTable|
|LowThreshold=1
|LowResult=
|MidThreshold=3
|MidResult=
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|HighResult=
}}

==SINs==
{| class="wikitable"
! Name !! Place/Corp !! Rating !! Licenses
|-
| Edgar Wood || Seattle || 4 ||
*Concealed Carry Permit (4)
*Firearms License(4)
|}

==Appearance==

===Matrix Persona===

==Media Mentions==

==ShadowGrid Profile Comments==

[[Category:Player Characters]]

Mr Baxter

2021-02-07T19:55:23Z

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