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Magdalena

2017-10-27T16:44:03Z

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{{Infobox
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|image= [[File:Placeholder.png]]
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|header2= (Short Blurb)
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=Character Information=
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===Summary===
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===Goals===
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== Narrative Significant Qualities ==

==Run History==

==Affiliations==

===Contacts===
* John Doe - Connection 1, Loyalty 6 - Fixer (Networking)
* Jane Doe - Connection 6, Loyalty 1 - Weapons Smuggler (Swag)
* [[Template:Contact]] - Connection 0, Loyalty 0 - Street Doc

===Organizations===

===Allies===

===Enemies===

=In Character Information=

==Symbols and Signatures==

==Matrix Search Table==

==Shadow Community Table==

==SINs==

==Appearance==

=== Clothing ===

===Matrix Persona===

==Media Mentions==

==ShadowGrid Profile Comments==

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

Salome

2017-10-23T22:17:32Z

TempusRimeblood:

{{Infobox
|title = Salome
|image= [[File:Salome-457px.jpg]]
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|header2= "Wouldn't you like to feel this way...''forever?''"
|header3=
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|label16 = Priority
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}}

=Character Information=

===Biography===
“Worthless slitch.” Those are the words she remembers most from her childhood. First, they were directed at her mother - there was no possible way, her father opined, that a human man and a human woman could have given birth to an elf at all, let alone an “aberration” like a dryad. Then, eventually, they were directed at her, when she was old enough to understand. She couldn’t read fast enough. She couldn’t throw a ball, or run particularly well, or do much of anything but captivate the attention of everyone around her. And her father hated her for it. She’d never be the son he wanted, and as far as he was concerned, his slitch of a wife had cheated on him anyway.

A loveless marriage turned into an abusive one, and abuse to the adult turned to abuse of the child. Beaten and crying, the girl didn’t know what to do, but something welled up in her. Something primal, something cruel and wicked and POWERFUL. That night, her father, in the throes of his drunken rage, killed her mother. As he entered her bedroom to finish what he’d started, he stopped. Put the gun in his own mouth, and blew his brains out.

She felt nothing, at first. She still doesn’t - he was a bad man, and one who deserved the death he got. But the foster system of Seattle was no kinder to her - the parents who weren’t just using her to collect a few hundred nuyen a month from the government or the corps were trying to use her for other, more sinister methods. They all ended up being transient, of course - a foster mother hanging herself here, a foster father’s commlink searching for horrible things on the ‘Trix and being transmitted to Knight-Errant there. It meant nothing, of course. Nothing at all. And so it continued. Marriages were destroyed, lives lost, and all of it just leaving this adorable blue-eyed dear to the mercy of the system.

As a teen, she found herself rebelling, as they are wont to do - she fell face-first into the neo-Goth scene. And as an Awakened, pretty, neo-Goth scene queen, she immediately attached herself to the biggest, baddest fragger she could find - or at least, the one that had the most value to her. A self-proclaimed “student of the Golden Dawn, from the pre-Crash days,” he claimed he could teach her all the secrets she’d ever want to know. Those secrets, more often than not, ended up in his bedroom, but who was she to judge? She was a user, just like him - until she heard the voice. The voice of the user to end all users - Seducer. She could have the power she was being told she’d get - all she needed to do was play the game. She’d move from a pawn, to a queen, to ruling whoever she wanted. And so she did - her talents with black magic grew, and the scene kids she left behind fell in on themselves. Accusations of cheating, drama, and eventually a ritual suicide pact were all that was left of the group. All except for Salome.

She’d taken the name from some Biblical apocrypha - a woman who danced for a king, and in return asked only for the head of an enemy. Her dancing enthralled the king so much, that she was gifted his head on a platter the next morning. She felt it a perfect fit, as she moved through the shadows of Seattle, from body to body, taking nuyen and hearts, and leaving hollow shells, broken minds, and suicide notes in her wake.

Eventually, her works led her to Club Confession - a burgeoning neo-Goth joint in Bellevue, one where all the who’s-who of the music scene could be found. She started to slink around its tables and bars, sometimes dancing in cages, sometimes whispering in ears. And eventually, she drew the attention of a king - Robbie Rotting, an up-and-coming musician whose band was on the rise. He gave his all to her - nuyen, a signed guitar, even dedicated a song to her. It’s in the liner notes of the “Number One, But It’s A Tragedy” single - look it up. She took it all, and wanted more, though - she wormed her way into his heart, and found nothing more to behold but boredom. Robbie Rotting had outlived his usefulness. So she planted the seeds of jealousy in his mind, convinced him that the drummer had been checking out her hoop the whole time. And he snapped - a meltdown, right in the middle of Club Confession’s VIP section...one that ended with him smashing a bottle and slitting his own throat.

Salome, of course, felt nothing. She’d played him like a fiddle, and the song had to end sometime. Unfortunately for her, though, she’d drawn attention. “In Nomine Virulentia,” the owner of Club Confession, had just had his club’s biggest patrons ruined. The destruction she’d left in her wake had finally caught up, and in the face of being turned in to K-E or worse, she spoke to In Nomine not as a tool, but as an equal. She’d found someone as good at playing the game as her, although by a different set of rules - his network of favors had gotten him quite a few places, and even earned him no small reputation among shadowrunners of a more macabre persuasion.

She cut a deal - not one for her life, not anymore, but one that would benefit them both. She would take up residence in the apartment above Club Confession, allowing her nature as a dryad to attune itself to the area. In addition, she would keep things moving harmoniously, placing words in ears and hands on shoulders to make sure Confession stayed calm and profitable. In return, In Nomine would feed her names, dates, jobs - places where her skills might prove the most useful.

Salome has danced for kings, and drawn the attention of would-be gods. Now, she turns her sights to the shadows.

===Summary===
Salome is a Black Magic-using, Seducer-following, Mystic Adept face. She's especially adept at worming her way into people's hearts and minds, making them become devoted or addicted to her every action, and then leaving them helpless and/or suicidal. Her spells help with this, for obvious reasons, but she's no slouch at socializing without them.

===Goals===
* Live comfortably (see: Creature of Comfort).
* Keep playing the game, without getting played.

== Narrative Significant Qualities ==
Bad Rep (Mind mage) 
Symbiosis (Club Confession) 
Poor Self Control: Vindictive 
Mentor Spirit: Seducer 
Creature of Comfort (Middle) 
Lifestyle: Local Bar Patron (Confession) 
Lifestyle: Patron of the Arts - Exclusive Club Membership (Confession) 

==Run History==

==Affiliations==

===Contacts===
* [[Julian Cross]] - Connection 3, Loyalty 1 - Drug Dealer/Clothing Merchant
* [[Socialite]] - Connection 6, Loyalty 1 - Infobroker
* [[In Nomine]] - Connection 5, Loyalty 2 - Fixer (to be made a Haven Contact)
* [[Charon]] - Connection 3, Loyalty 4 - Driver (to be made a Haven Contact)

===Organizations===

===Allies===

===Enemies===

=In Character Information=

==Dryad Symbiosis: Club Confession==

Club Confession is a neo-Goth club located in Bellevue. Built to resemble an old church (since an actual old church couldn't be acquired), its red-lit haze and pounding music echo into the night, as the lines outside grow ever-longer. Men and women of all metatypes dance in cages and on dance floors, and real fires burn brightly inside from fireplaces. The basement level hosts macabre parties, involving excesses of flesh, blood, and drugs (although the owner, In Nomine Virulentia, claims to know nothing about the latter), and above the club, a single-floor loft sits. Within it, one can often find Salome, resting between marks, or preparing to go out on the prowl.

==Symbols and Signatures==

==Matrix Search Table==

==Shadow Community Table==

==SINs==
Morgan St. Croix, UCAS Citizen

==Appearance==
Androgynously beautiful, with blood-red hair standing out vividly against alabaster skin. Her blue eyes glisten with a thousand promises unsaid, and the caress of her thin fingers is nearly electric.

=== Clothing ===
Vashon Island Ace of Coins 
Urban Explorer Jumpsuit

===Matrix Persona===
* An intricately detailed succubus model, made for her by a security spider she charmed into leaving his husband. She later charmed him into walking in front of a bus.

==Media Mentions==

==ShadowGrid Profile Comments==
* '''"Word on the street is this one's a damn fine face, plays the club scene and lonely hearts like a neo-Goth fiddle. Backstage rumor, of course, is that she's not just a face but a pretty ruthless mind mage. Don't catch feelings with this one, you're likely to join her trail of broken hearts and bodies." - SysOp'''

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

Salome

2017-10-23T22:17:03Z

TempusRimeblood:

Salome

2017-10-23T22:16:08Z

TempusRimeblood: /* Narrative Significant Qualities */

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=Character Information=

===Biography===
“Worthless slitch.” Those are the words she remembers most from her childhood. First, they were directed at her mother - there was no possible way, her father opined, that a human man and a human woman could have given birth to an elf at all, let alone an “aberration” like a dryad. Then, eventually, they were directed at her, when she was old enough to understand. She couldn’t read fast enough. She couldn’t throw a ball, or run particularly well, or do much of anything but captivate the attention of everyone around her. And her father hated her for it. She’d never be the son he wanted, and as far as he was concerned, his slitch of a wife had cheated on him anyway.

A loveless marriage turned into an abusive one, and abuse to the adult turned to abuse of the child. Beaten and crying, the girl didn’t know what to do, but something welled up in her. Something primal, something cruel and wicked and POWERFUL. That night, her father, in the throes of his drunken rage, killed her mother. As he entered her bedroom to finish what he’d started, he stopped. Put the gun in his own mouth, and blew his brains out.

She felt nothing, at first. She still doesn’t - he was a bad man, and one who deserved the death he got. But the foster system of Seattle was no kinder to her - the parents who weren’t just using her to collect a few hundred nuyen a month from the government or the corps were trying to use her for other, more sinister methods. They all ended up being transient, of course - a foster mother hanging herself here, a foster father’s commlink searching for horrible things on the ‘Trix and being transmitted to Knight-Errant there. It meant nothing, of course. Nothing at all. And so it continued. Marriages were destroyed, lives lost, and all of it just leaving this adorable blue-eyed dear to the mercy of the system.

As a teen, she found herself rebelling, as they are wont to do - she fell face-first into the neo-Goth scene. And as an Awakened, pretty, neo-Goth scene queen, she immediately attached herself to the biggest, baddest fragger she could find - or at least, the one that had the most value to her. A self-proclaimed “student of the Golden Dawn, from the pre-Crash days,” he claimed he could teach her all the secrets she’d ever want to know. Those secrets, more often than not, ended up in his bedroom, but who was she to judge? She was a user, just like him - until she heard the voice. The voice of the user to end all users - Seducer. She could have the power she was being told she’d get - all she needed to do was play the game. She’d move from a pawn, to a queen, to ruling whoever she wanted. And so she did - her talents with black magic grew, and the scene kids she left behind fell in on themselves. Accusations of cheating, drama, and eventually a ritual suicide pact were all that was left of the group. All except for Salome.

She’d taken the name from some Biblical apocrypha - a woman who danced for a king, and in return asked only for the head of an enemy. Her dancing enthralled the king so much, that she was gifted his head on a platter the next morning. She felt it a perfect fit, as she moved through the shadows of Seattle, from body to body, taking nuyen and hearts, and leaving hollow shells, broken minds, and suicide notes in her wake.

Eventually, her works led her to Club Confession - a burgeoning neo-Goth joint in Bellevue, one where all the who’s-who of the music scene could be found. She started to slink around its tables and bars, sometimes dancing in cages, sometimes whispering in ears. And eventually, she drew the attention of a king - Robbie Rotting, an up-and-coming musician whose band was on the rise. He gave his all to her - nuyen, a signed guitar, even dedicated a song to her. It’s in the liner notes of the “Number One, But It’s A Tragedy” single - look it up. She took it all, and wanted more, though - she wormed her way into his heart, and found nothing more to behold but boredom. Robbie Rotting had outlived his usefulness. So she planted the seeds of jealousy in his mind, convinced him that the drummer had been checking out her hoop the whole time. And he snapped - a meltdown, right in the middle of Club Confession’s VIP section...one that ended with him smashing a bottle and slitting his own throat.

Salome, of course, felt nothing. She’d played him like a fiddle, and the song had to end sometime. Unfortunately for her, though, she’d drawn attention. “In Nomine Virulentia,” the owner of Club Confession, had just had his club’s biggest patrons ruined. The destruction she’d left in her wake had finally caught up, and in the face of being turned in to K-E or worse, she spoke to In Nomine not as a tool, but as an equal. She’d found someone as good at playing the game as her, although by a different set of rules - his network of favors had gotten him quite a few places, and even earned him no small reputation among shadowrunners of a more macabre persuasion.

She cut a deal - not one for her life, not anymore, but one that would benefit them both. She would take up residence in the apartment above Club Confession, allowing her nature as a dryad to attune itself to the area. In addition, she would keep things moving harmoniously, placing words in ears and hands on shoulders to make sure Confession stayed calm and profitable. In return, In Nomine would feed her names, dates, jobs - places where her skills might prove the most useful.

Salome has danced for kings, and drawn the attention of would-be gods. Now, she turns her sights to the shadows.

===Summary===
Salome is a Black Magic-using, Seducer-following, Mystic Adept face. She's especially adept at worming her way into people's hearts and minds, making them become devoted or addicted to her every action, and then leaving them helpless and/or suicidal. Her spells help with this, for obvious reasons, but she's no slouch at socializing without them.

===Goals===
- Live comfortably (see: Creature of Comfort).
- Keep playing the game, without getting played.

== Narrative Significant Qualities ==
Bad Rep (Mind mage) 
Symbiosis (Club Confession) 
Poor Self Control: Vindictive 
Mentor Spirit: Seducer 
Creature of Comfort (Middle) 
Lifestyle: Local Bar Patron (Confession) 
Lifestyle: Patron of the Arts - Exclusive Club Membership (Confession) 

==Run History==

==Affiliations==

===Contacts===
* [[Julian Cross]] - Connection 3, Loyalty 1 - Drug Dealer/Clothing Merchant
* [[Socialite]] - Connection 6, Loyalty 1 - Infobroker
* [[In Nomine]] - Connection 5, Loyalty 2 - Fixer (to be made a Haven Contact)
* [[Charon]] - Connection 3, Loyalty 4 - Driver (to be made a Haven Contact)

===Organizations===

===Allies===

===Enemies===

=In Character Information=

==Dryad Symbiosis: Club Confession==

Club Confession is a neo-Goth club located in Bellevue. Built to resemble an old church (since an actual old church couldn't be acquired), its red-lit haze and pounding music echo into the night, as the lines outside grow ever-longer. Men and women of all metatypes dance in cages and on dance floors, and real fires burn brightly inside from fireplaces. The basement level hosts macabre parties, involving excesses of flesh, blood, and drugs (although the owner, In Nomine Virulentia, claims to know nothing about the latter), and above the club, a single-floor loft sits. Within it, one can often find Salome, resting between marks, or preparing to go out on the prowl.

==Symbols and Signatures==

==Matrix Search Table==

==Shadow Community Table==

==SINs==
Morgan St. Croix, UCAS Citizen

==Appearance==
Androgynously beautiful, with blood-red hair standing out vividly against alabaster skin. Her blue eyes glisten with a thousand promises unsaid, and the caress of her thin fingers is nearly electric.

=== Clothing ===
Vashon Island Ace of Coins 
Urban Explorer Jumpsuit

===Matrix Persona===
- An intricately detailed succubus model, made for her by a security spider she charmed into leaving his husband. She later charmed him into walking in front of a bus.

==Media Mentions==

==ShadowGrid Profile Comments==
* '''"Word on the street is this one's a damn fine face, plays the club scene and lonely hearts like a neo-Goth fiddle. Backstage rumor, of course, is that she's not just a face but a pretty ruthless mind mage. Don't catch feelings with this one, you're likely to join her trail of broken hearts and bodies." - SysOp'''

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

Salome

2017-10-23T22:15:30Z

TempusRimeblood: Finished updating everything for Salome. She's ready for submission now.

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=Character Information=

===Biography===
“Worthless slitch.” Those are the words she remembers most from her childhood. First, they were directed at her mother - there was no possible way, her father opined, that a human man and a human woman could have given birth to an elf at all, let alone an “aberration” like a dryad. Then, eventually, they were directed at her, when she was old enough to understand. She couldn’t read fast enough. She couldn’t throw a ball, or run particularly well, or do much of anything but captivate the attention of everyone around her. And her father hated her for it. She’d never be the son he wanted, and as far as he was concerned, his slitch of a wife had cheated on him anyway.

A loveless marriage turned into an abusive one, and abuse to the adult turned to abuse of the child. Beaten and crying, the girl didn’t know what to do, but something welled up in her. Something primal, something cruel and wicked and POWERFUL. That night, her father, in the throes of his drunken rage, killed her mother. As he entered her bedroom to finish what he’d started, he stopped. Put the gun in his own mouth, and blew his brains out.

She felt nothing, at first. She still doesn’t - he was a bad man, and one who deserved the death he got. But the foster system of Seattle was no kinder to her - the parents who weren’t just using her to collect a few hundred nuyen a month from the government or the corps were trying to use her for other, more sinister methods. They all ended up being transient, of course - a foster mother hanging herself here, a foster father’s commlink searching for horrible things on the ‘Trix and being transmitted to Knight-Errant there. It meant nothing, of course. Nothing at all. And so it continued. Marriages were destroyed, lives lost, and all of it just leaving this adorable blue-eyed dear to the mercy of the system.

As a teen, she found herself rebelling, as they are wont to do - she fell face-first into the neo-Goth scene. And as an Awakened, pretty, neo-Goth scene queen, she immediately attached herself to the biggest, baddest fragger she could find - or at least, the one that had the most value to her. A self-proclaimed “student of the Golden Dawn, from the pre-Crash days,” he claimed he could teach her all the secrets she’d ever want to know. Those secrets, more often than not, ended up in his bedroom, but who was she to judge? She was a user, just like him - until she heard the voice. The voice of the user to end all users - Seducer. She could have the power she was being told she’d get - all she needed to do was play the game. She’d move from a pawn, to a queen, to ruling whoever she wanted. And so she did - her talents with black magic grew, and the scene kids she left behind fell in on themselves. Accusations of cheating, drama, and eventually a ritual suicide pact were all that was left of the group. All except for Salome.

She’d taken the name from some Biblical apocrypha - a woman who danced for a king, and in return asked only for the head of an enemy. Her dancing enthralled the king so much, that she was gifted his head on a platter the next morning. She felt it a perfect fit, as she moved through the shadows of Seattle, from body to body, taking nuyen and hearts, and leaving hollow shells, broken minds, and suicide notes in her wake.

Eventually, her works led her to Club Confession - a burgeoning neo-Goth joint in Bellevue, one where all the who’s-who of the music scene could be found. She started to slink around its tables and bars, sometimes dancing in cages, sometimes whispering in ears. And eventually, she drew the attention of a king - Robbie Rotting, an up-and-coming musician whose band was on the rise. He gave his all to her - nuyen, a signed guitar, even dedicated a song to her. It’s in the liner notes of the “Number One, But It’s A Tragedy” single - look it up. She took it all, and wanted more, though - she wormed her way into his heart, and found nothing more to behold but boredom. Robbie Rotting had outlived his usefulness. So she planted the seeds of jealousy in his mind, convinced him that the drummer had been checking out her hoop the whole time. And he snapped - a meltdown, right in the middle of Club Confession’s VIP section...one that ended with him smashing a bottle and slitting his own throat.

Salome, of course, felt nothing. She’d played him like a fiddle, and the song had to end sometime. Unfortunately for her, though, she’d drawn attention. “In Nomine Virulentia,” the owner of Club Confession, had just had his club’s biggest patrons ruined. The destruction she’d left in her wake had finally caught up, and in the face of being turned in to K-E or worse, she spoke to In Nomine not as a tool, but as an equal. She’d found someone as good at playing the game as her, although by a different set of rules - his network of favors had gotten him quite a few places, and even earned him no small reputation among shadowrunners of a more macabre persuasion.

She cut a deal - not one for her life, not anymore, but one that would benefit them both. She would take up residence in the apartment above Club Confession, allowing her nature as a dryad to attune itself to the area. In addition, she would keep things moving harmoniously, placing words in ears and hands on shoulders to make sure Confession stayed calm and profitable. In return, In Nomine would feed her names, dates, jobs - places where her skills might prove the most useful.

Salome has danced for kings, and drawn the attention of would-be gods. Now, she turns her sights to the shadows.

===Summary===
Salome is a Black Magic-using, Seducer-following, Mystic Adept face. She's especially adept at worming her way into people's hearts and minds, making them become devoted or addicted to her every action, and then leaving them helpless and/or suicidal. Her spells help with this, for obvious reasons, but she's no slouch at socializing without them.

===Goals===
- Live comfortably (see: Creature of Comfort).
- Keep playing the game, without getting played.

== Narrative Significant Qualities ==
Bad Rep (reason to come) 
Symbiosis (to come, see below) 
Poor Self Control: Vindictive 
Mentor Spirit: Seducer 
Creature of Comfort (Middle) 
Lifestyle: Local Bar Patron (Confession) 
Lifestyle: Patron of the Arts - Exclusive Club Membership (Confession) 

==Run History==

==Affiliations==

===Contacts===
* [[Julian Cross]] - Connection 3, Loyalty 1 - Drug Dealer/Clothing Merchant
* [[Socialite]] - Connection 6, Loyalty 1 - Infobroker
* [[In Nomine]] - Connection 5, Loyalty 2 - Fixer (to be made a Haven Contact)
* [[Charon]] - Connection 3, Loyalty 4 - Driver (to be made a Haven Contact)

===Organizations===

===Allies===

===Enemies===

=In Character Information=

==Dryad Symbiosis: Club Confession==

Club Confession is a neo-Goth club located in Bellevue. Built to resemble an old church (since an actual old church couldn't be acquired), its red-lit haze and pounding music echo into the night, as the lines outside grow ever-longer. Men and women of all metatypes dance in cages and on dance floors, and real fires burn brightly inside from fireplaces. The basement level hosts macabre parties, involving excesses of flesh, blood, and drugs (although the owner, In Nomine Virulentia, claims to know nothing about the latter), and above the club, a single-floor loft sits. Within it, one can often find Salome, resting between marks, or preparing to go out on the prowl.

==Symbols and Signatures==

==Matrix Search Table==

==Shadow Community Table==

==SINs==
Morgan St. Croix, UCAS Citizen

==Appearance==
Androgynously beautiful, with blood-red hair standing out vividly against alabaster skin. Her blue eyes glisten with a thousand promises unsaid, and the caress of her thin fingers is nearly electric.

=== Clothing ===
Vashon Island Ace of Coins 
Urban Explorer Jumpsuit

===Matrix Persona===
- An intricately detailed succubus model, made for her by a security spider she charmed into leaving his husband. She later charmed him into walking in front of a bus.

==Media Mentions==

==ShadowGrid Profile Comments==
* '''"Word on the street is this one's a damn fine face, plays the club scene and lonely hearts like a neo-Goth fiddle. Backstage rumor, of course, is that she's not just a face but a pretty ruthless mind mage. Don't catch feelings with this one, you're likely to join her trail of broken hearts and bodies." - SysOp'''

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

Salome

2017-10-18T12:23:11Z

TempusRimeblood:

Salome

2017-10-17T21:44:30Z

TempusRimeblood:

{{Infobox
|title = Name
|image= [[File:Salome-457px.jpg]]
|header1= MysAd Face/Mage
|header2= "Wouldn't you like to feel this way...''forever?''"
|header3=
|header4=
|label5 = Player
|data5 = [https://www.reddit.com/user/TempusRimeblood TempusRimeblood]
|label6= Metatype
|data6 = Dryad
|label7 = Street Cred
|data7= 0
|label8 = Notoriety
|data8 = 3
|label9 = Public Awareness
|data9= 0
|label10 = Titles and Awards
|data10 = 0
|label13 = D.O.B.
|data13 = December 14th, 2051
|label14 = Folder
|data14 =[https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/0Bx9RUpYz2ZxKcGZ1akU2akRlREk?usp=sharing]
|label16 = Priority
|data16 = Metatype - C (Dryad) Attributes - B Magic/Resonance - B (Mystic Adept) Skills - C Resources - E
}}

=Character Information=

===Summary===
watch this space

===Goals===
watch this space

== Narrative Significant Qualities ==
Bad Rep (reason to come) 
Symbiosis (to come, see below) 
Poor Self Control: Vindictive 
Mentor Spirit: Seducer 
Lifestyle: Local Bar Patron (Confession) 
Lifestyle: Patron of the Arts - Exclusive Club Membership (Confession) 

==Run History==

==Affiliations==

===Contacts===
* [[Julian Cross]] - Connection 3, Loyalty 1 - Drug Dealer/Clothing Merchant
* [[Socialite]] - Connection 6, Loyalty 1 - Infobroker
* [[In Nomine]] - Connection 5, Loyalty 2 - Fixer (to be made a Haven Contact)
* [[Charon]] - Connection 3, Loyalty 4 - Driver (to be made a Haven Contact)

===Organizations===

===Allies===

===Enemies===

=In Character Information=
stuff about Club Confession probably goes here

==Symbols and Signatures==

==Matrix Search Table==

==Shadow Community Table==

==SINs==
Morgan St. Croix, UCAS Citizen

==Appearance==
Androgynously beautiful, with blood-red hair standing out vividly against alabaster skin. Her blue eyes glisten with a thousand promises unsaid, and the caress of her thin fingers is nearly electric.

=== Clothing ===
Vashon Island Ace of Coins 
Urban Explorer Jumpsuit

===Matrix Persona===

==Media Mentions==

==ShadowGrid Profile Comments==
* '''"Word on the street is this one's a damn fine face, plays the club scene and lonely hearts like a neo-Goth fiddle. Backstage rumor, of course, is that she's not just a face but a pretty ruthless mind mage. Don't catch feelings with this one, you're likely to join her trail of broken hearts and bodies." - SysOp'''

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

File:Salome-457px.jpg

2017-10-17T21:43:50Z

TempusRimeblood: 457 pixel version of Salome

457 pixel version of Salome

Salome

2017-10-17T21:39:49Z

TempusRimeblood:

{{Infobox
|title = Name
|image= [[File:Salome.jpg|thumb|300px]]
|header1= MysAd Face/Mage
|header2= "Wouldn't you like to feel this way...''forever?''"
|header3=
|header4=
|label5 = Player
|data5 = [https://www.reddit.com/user/TempusRimeblood TempusRimeblood]
|label6= Metatype
|data6 = Dryad
|label7 = Street Cred
|data7= 0
|label8 = Notoriety
|data8 = 3
|label9 = Public Awareness
|data9= 0
|label10 = Titles and Awards
|data10 = 0
|label13 = D.O.B.
|data13 = December 14th, 2051
|label14 = Folder
|data14 =[https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/0Bx9RUpYz2ZxKcGZ1akU2akRlREk?usp=sharing]
|label16 = Priority
|data16 = Metatype - C (Dryad) Attributes - B Magic/Resonance - B (Mystic Adept) Skills - C Resources - E
}}

=Character Information=

===Summary===
watch this space

===Goals===
watch this space

== Narrative Significant Qualities ==
Bad Rep (reason to come)
Symbiosis (to come, see below)
Poor Self Control: Vindictive
Mentor Spirit: Seducer
Lifestyle: Local Bar Patron (Confession)
Lifestyle: Patron of the Arts - Exclusive Club Membership (Confession)

==Run History==

==Affiliations==

===Contacts===
* [[Julian Cross]] - Connection 3, Loyalty 1 - Drug Dealer/Clothing Merchant
* [[Socialite]] - Connection 6, Loyalty 1 - Infobroker
* [[In Nomine]] - Connection 5, Loyalty 2 - Fixer (to be made a Haven Contact)
* [[Charon]] - Connection 3, Loyalty 4 - Driver (to be made a Haven Contact)

===Organizations===

===Allies===

===Enemies===

=In Character Information=
stuff about Club Confession probably goes here

==Symbols and Signatures==

==Matrix Search Table==

==Shadow Community Table==

==SINs==
Morgan St. Croix, UCAS Citizen

==Appearance==
Androgynously beautiful, with blood-red hair standing out vividly against alabaster skin. Her blue eyes glisten with a thousand promises unsaid, and the caress of her thin fingers is nearly electric.

=== Clothing ===
Vashon Island Ace of Coins
Urban Explorer Jumpsuit

===Matrix Persona===

==Media Mentions==

==ShadowGrid Profile Comments==
* '''"Word on the street is this one's a damn fine face, plays the club scene and lonely hearts like a neo-Goth fiddle. Backstage rumor, of course, is that she's not just a face but a pretty ruthless mind mage. Don't catch feelings with this one, you're likely to join her trail of broken hearts and bodies." - SysOp'''

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

Salome

2017-10-17T21:38:02Z

TempusRimeblood: WORK IN PROGRESS

{{Infobox
|title = Name
|image= [[File:Salome.jpg]]
|header1= MysAd Face/Mage
|header2= "Wouldn't you like to feel this way...''forever?''"
|header3=
|header4=
|label5 = Player
|data5 = [https://www.reddit.com/user/TempusRimeblood TempusRimeblood]
|label6= Metatype
|data6 = Dryad
|label7 = Street Cred
|data7= 0
|label8 = Notoriety
|data8 = 3
|label9 = Public Awareness
|data9= 0
|label10 = Titles and Awards
|data10 = 0
|label13 = D.O.B.
|data13 = December 14th, 2051
|label14 = Folder
|data14 =[https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/0Bx9RUpYz2ZxKcGZ1akU2akRlREk?usp=sharing]
|label16 = Priority
|data16 = Metatype - C (Dryad) Attributes - B Magic/Resonance - B (Mystic Adept) Skills - C Resources - E
}}

=Character Information=

===Summary===
watch this space

===Goals===
watch this space

== Narrative Significant Qualities ==
Bad Rep (reason to come)
Symbiosis (to come, see below)
Poor Self Control: Vindictive
Mentor Spirit: Seducer
Lifestyle: Local Bar Patron (Confession)
Lifestyle: Patron of the Arts - Exclusive Club Membership (Confession)

==Run History==

==Affiliations==

===Contacts===
* [[Julian Cross]] - Connection 3, Loyalty 1 - Drug Dealer/Clothing Merchant
* [[Socialite]] - Connection 6, Loyalty 1 - Infobroker
* [[In Nomine]] - Connection 5, Loyalty 2 - Fixer (to be made a Haven Contact)
* [[Charon]] - Connection 3, Loyalty 4 - Driver (to be made a Haven Contact)

===Organizations===

===Allies===

===Enemies===

=In Character Information=
stuff about Club Confession probably goes here

==Symbols and Signatures==

==Matrix Search Table==

==Shadow Community Table==

==SINs==
Morgan St. Croix, UCAS Citizen

==Appearance==
Androgynously beautiful, with blood-red hair standing out vividly against alabaster skin. Her blue eyes glisten with a thousand promises unsaid, and the caress of her thin fingers is nearly electric.

=== Clothing ===
Vashon Island Ace of Coins
Urban Explorer Jumpsuit

===Matrix Persona===

==Media Mentions==

==ShadowGrid Profile Comments==
* '''"Word on the street is this one's a damn fine face, plays the club scene and lonely hearts like a neo-Goth fiddle. Backstage rumor, of course, is that she's not just a face but a pretty ruthless mind mage. Don't catch feelings with this one, you're likely to join her trail of broken hearts and bodies." - SysOp'''

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

File:Salome.jpg

2017-10-17T21:26:23Z

TempusRimeblood: Salome, TempusRimeblood's upcoming character

Salome, TempusRimeblood's upcoming character

Scathach

2017-10-16T05:25:18Z

TempusRimeblood: /* Clothing */

{{Infobox
|title = Scathach
|image= [[File:Scathach.jpg]]
|header1= Ex-Ghost Street Sam, Heavy Muscle
|header2= An Ex-Ghost looking for vengeance on those who disavowed her.
|header3=
|header4=
|label5 = Player
|data5 = [https://www.reddit.com/user/tempusrimeblood]
|label6= Metatype
|data6 = Elf
|label7 = Street Cred
|data7= 0
|label8 = Notoriety
|data8 = 0
|label9 = Public Awareness
|data9= 0
|label10 = Titles and Awards
|data10 = Sergeant First Class, Tir Tairngire Army Special Forces (former, disavowed)
|label13 = D.O.B.
|data13 = July 9, 2051
|label14 = Folder
|data14 = https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/0Bx9RUpYz2ZxKQ09hY2R6OXdVekU?usp=sharing
|label16 = Priority
|data16 = Metatype - D Attributes - C Magic/Resonance - E Skills - B Resources - A
}}

=Character Information=

===Summary===
McClane had been former Tir spec-ops - a no-drek Ghost. A mission to kill a Telestrian executive believed to be selling magical secrets to Saeder-Krupp, though, went bad - she pulled the trigger on him, and got the DNI that she'd been burned a second later. Saeder-Krupp fire support swept in, and her team abandoned her to die. She was disavowed, deniable, and completely and utterly alone.

Bleeding, broken, and left with nothing but her armor and the gear she carried, she dragged herself through the Barrens, looking for someone, anyone to help her. Heaven knows why Dr. Gotham stitched her up, and no one's really sure how one of Madame Butterfly's envoys got in touch with her, but now she works the shadows, always hungry and waiting. Waiting for one more lead, one more piece of intelligence on the bastards that sold her up the river, so she can put them all in the grave.

When she's not working the shadows, she does her work at a battered women's shelter, keeping up appearances. A tough elven woman's always good to have - kind enough to not scare the children, but hard enough to keep away the abusive ex-spouses and drug dealers. The fact that some of those same exes and dealers end up dead later, no one questions.

Her Tir loyalty lies strong, though, and she still turns up her nose at the other races from time to time...but some of the greatest help she's ever gotten has come from the goblinized and the other metas. She knows they're not so bad, but accepting it is a long road. Perhaps her social work helps her...perhaps it doesn't. She doesn't know, yet. But she will, she's sure.

===Goals===

* Strike back at those who burned her
* Make money
* Figure out the rest later.

== Narrative Significant Qualities ==
* Prejudice (Biased) - Non-Elves
* Driven (Strike back at those who burned her)
* Code of Honor: Assassin's Creed
* Out For Myself

==Run History==

==Affiliations==
* Tir Tairngire Special Forces (former)

===Contacts===
* [[Madame Butterfly]] - Connection 4, Loyalty 3 - Fixer
* [[Dr. Gotham]] - Connection 3, Loyalty 2 - Street Doc/Cybertech

===Organizations===

===Allies===

===Enemies===

=In Character Information=

==Symbols and Signatures==

==Matrix Search Table==

==Shadow Community Table==

==SINs==

==Appearance==
A lean, thin elf with short, silver hair and an impassive glare. Her left cybereye is huge and red, more of a lens than anything, and her custom partial cyberskull extends from her bottom jaw and the sides of her face to cover everything, forming a mask of its own against the world. Otherwise, she's fairly stern-looking, and pretty in a hard way, but cold and untouchable. Whether that's due to Essence loss or just her attitude is anyone's guess, though.

=== Clothing ===
Armor Jacket: plain black, nondescript 
Sleeping Tiger: well-kept, with a Synergist Business Longcoat over the top. Normally in shades of blue, but often adapted to match the room. 
Full Body Armor: INCREDIBLY well-kept. Colored in red urban dazzle camo, to easily be masked by neon lights, with black lining underneath. Heavily plated, and covered in tactical webbing, with a quick-draw pistol holster mounted to the chest.

===Matrix Persona===

==Media Mentions==

==ShadowGrid Profile Comments==

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

Scathach

2017-10-16T05:22:31Z

TempusRimeblood: /* Contacts */

{{Infobox
|title = Scathach
|image= [[File:Scathach.jpg]]
|header1= Ex-Ghost Street Sam, Heavy Muscle
|header2= An Ex-Ghost looking for vengeance on those who disavowed her.
|header3=
|header4=
|label5 = Player
|data5 = [https://www.reddit.com/user/tempusrimeblood]
|label6= Metatype
|data6 = Elf
|label7 = Street Cred
|data7= 0
|label8 = Notoriety
|data8 = 0
|label9 = Public Awareness
|data9= 0
|label10 = Titles and Awards
|data10 = Sergeant First Class, Tir Tairngire Army Special Forces (former, disavowed)
|label13 = D.O.B.
|data13 = July 9, 2051
|label14 = Folder
|data14 = https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/0Bx9RUpYz2ZxKQ09hY2R6OXdVekU?usp=sharing
|label16 = Priority
|data16 = Metatype - D Attributes - C Magic/Resonance - E Skills - B Resources - A
}}

=Character Information=

===Summary===
McClane had been former Tir spec-ops - a no-drek Ghost. A mission to kill a Telestrian executive believed to be selling magical secrets to Saeder-Krupp, though, went bad - she pulled the trigger on him, and got the DNI that she'd been burned a second later. Saeder-Krupp fire support swept in, and her team abandoned her to die. She was disavowed, deniable, and completely and utterly alone.

Bleeding, broken, and left with nothing but her armor and the gear she carried, she dragged herself through the Barrens, looking for someone, anyone to help her. Heaven knows why Dr. Gotham stitched her up, and no one's really sure how one of Madame Butterfly's envoys got in touch with her, but now she works the shadows, always hungry and waiting. Waiting for one more lead, one more piece of intelligence on the bastards that sold her up the river, so she can put them all in the grave.

When she's not working the shadows, she does her work at a battered women's shelter, keeping up appearances. A tough elven woman's always good to have - kind enough to not scare the children, but hard enough to keep away the abusive ex-spouses and drug dealers. The fact that some of those same exes and dealers end up dead later, no one questions.

Her Tir loyalty lies strong, though, and she still turns up her nose at the other races from time to time...but some of the greatest help she's ever gotten has come from the goblinized and the other metas. She knows they're not so bad, but accepting it is a long road. Perhaps her social work helps her...perhaps it doesn't. She doesn't know, yet. But she will, she's sure.

===Goals===

* Strike back at those who burned her
* Make money
* Figure out the rest later.

== Narrative Significant Qualities ==
* Prejudice (Biased) - Non-Elves
* Driven (Strike back at those who burned her)
* Code of Honor: Assassin's Creed
* Out For Myself

==Run History==

==Affiliations==
* Tir Tairngire Special Forces (former)

===Contacts===
* [[Madame Butterfly]] - Connection 4, Loyalty 3 - Fixer
* [[Dr. Gotham]] - Connection 3, Loyalty 2 - Street Doc/Cybertech

===Organizations===

===Allies===

===Enemies===

=In Character Information=

==Symbols and Signatures==

==Matrix Search Table==

==Shadow Community Table==

==SINs==

==Appearance==
A lean, thin elf with short, silver hair and an impassive glare. Her left cybereye is huge and red, more of a lens than anything, and her custom partial cyberskull extends from her bottom jaw and the sides of her face to cover everything, forming a mask of its own against the world. Otherwise, she's fairly stern-looking, and pretty in a hard way, but cold and untouchable. Whether that's due to Essence loss or just her attitude is anyone's guess, though.

=== Clothing ===
Armor Jacket: plain black, nondescript
Sleeping Tiger: well-kept, with a Synergist Business Longcoat over the top. Normally in shades of blue, but often adapted to match the room.
Full Body Armor: INCREDIBLY well-kept. Colored in red urban dazzle camo, to easily be masked by neon lights, with black lining underneath. Heavily plated, and covered in tactical webbing, with a quick-draw pistol holster mounted to the chest.

===Matrix Persona===

==Media Mentions==

==ShadowGrid Profile Comments==

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

Scathach

2017-10-16T05:21:07Z

TempusRimeblood: Created page with "{{Infobox |title = Scathach |image= File:Scathach.jpg |header1= Ex-Ghost Street Sam, Heavy Muscle |header2= An Ex-Ghost looking for vengeance on those who disavowed her. |..."

{{Infobox
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|label16 = Priority
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}}

=Character Information=

===Summary===
McClane had been former Tir spec-ops - a no-drek Ghost. A mission to kill a Telestrian executive believed to be selling magical secrets to Saeder-Krupp, though, went bad - she pulled the trigger on him, and got the DNI that she'd been burned a second later. Saeder-Krupp fire support swept in, and her team abandoned her to die. She was disavowed, deniable, and completely and utterly alone.

Bleeding, broken, and left with nothing but her armor and the gear she carried, she dragged herself through the Barrens, looking for someone, anyone to help her. Heaven knows why Dr. Gotham stitched her up, and no one's really sure how one of Madame Butterfly's envoys got in touch with her, but now she works the shadows, always hungry and waiting. Waiting for one more lead, one more piece of intelligence on the bastards that sold her up the river, so she can put them all in the grave.

When she's not working the shadows, she does her work at a battered women's shelter, keeping up appearances. A tough elven woman's always good to have - kind enough to not scare the children, but hard enough to keep away the abusive ex-spouses and drug dealers. The fact that some of those same exes and dealers end up dead later, no one questions.

Her Tir loyalty lies strong, though, and she still turns up her nose at the other races from time to time...but some of the greatest help she's ever gotten has come from the goblinized and the other metas. She knows they're not so bad, but accepting it is a long road. Perhaps her social work helps her...perhaps it doesn't. She doesn't know, yet. But she will, she's sure.

===Goals===

* Strike back at those who burned her
* Make money
* Figure out the rest later.

== Narrative Significant Qualities ==
* Prejudice (Biased) - Non-Elves
* Driven (Strike back at those who burned her)
* Code of Honor: Assassin's Creed
* Out For Myself

==Run History==

==Affiliations==
* Tir Tairngire Special Forces (former)

===Contacts===
* [[Contact:Madame Butterfly]] - Connection 4, Loyalty 3 - Fixer
* [[Contact:Dr. Gotham]] - Connection 3, Loyalty 2 - Street Doc/Cybertech

===Organizations===

===Allies===

===Enemies===

=In Character Information=

==Symbols and Signatures==

==Matrix Search Table==

==Shadow Community Table==

==SINs==

==Appearance==
A lean, thin elf with short, silver hair and an impassive glare. Her left cybereye is huge and red, more of a lens than anything, and her custom partial cyberskull extends from her bottom jaw and the sides of her face to cover everything, forming a mask of its own against the world. Otherwise, she's fairly stern-looking, and pretty in a hard way, but cold and untouchable. Whether that's due to Essence loss or just her attitude is anyone's guess, though.

=== Clothing ===
Armor Jacket: plain black, nondescript
Sleeping Tiger: well-kept, with a Synergist Business Longcoat over the top. Normally in shades of blue, but often adapted to match the room.
Full Body Armor: INCREDIBLY well-kept. Colored in red urban dazzle camo, to easily be masked by neon lights, with black lining underneath. Heavily plated, and covered in tactical webbing, with a quick-draw pistol holster mounted to the chest.

===Matrix Persona===

==Media Mentions==

==ShadowGrid Profile Comments==

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

File:Scathach.jpg

2017-10-16T05:19:37Z

TempusRimeblood: A placeholder image for Scathach while Tempus finds something better.

A placeholder image for Scathach while Tempus finds something better.