Valvravn

Valvravn

Technomancer Hacker/Rigger
Scavenge to Survive
Speak to the voices
Sisters to Save
Discord	breeze5768
Reddit	buhbuhbrez
Wiki User	Breezy
Metatype	Human
Street Cred	0
Notoriety	0
Public Awareness	0
CDP	8
Folder	[1]
Priority	Metatype - E Attributes - C Magic/Resonance - C Skills - C Resources - A

Character Information

Summary

A PTT experiment that escaped in '76 during the quarantine, barely managing through that mess and hiding out as she moved west until she was finally picked up by Cairn in Seattle as a valuable hacker. In her body is the cyberware of her failed sisters, whom she believes she can still hear through the resonance. Cold from years of pain, loss, and hardening herself to survive the harsh quarantine of the Boston Lockdown, Valvravn is a highly intelligent hacker who is focused on her own survival first and foremost, for the sake of the sisters she cannot bear to lose a second time. She is heavily burnt out, scarred physically and mentally by her time under Neonet's thumb, and frighteningly aware of how frail she is.

Goals

- Survive. No matter the cost.

- Deepen her connection to her sisters (aka the Resonance)

- Ensure that the remnants of Neonet haunt her no longer

- Maybe, just maybe, find a way to heal from the horrors of her childhood

Background

Starling was created as a part of a Neonet security operative project during its grand IPO: Project Valkyrie. Specially designed and grown test subjects meant to be used for matrix operations, defense, and security response. Simply put, they had created the backbone of the modern matrix, and they weren’t about to let it be used against them. But the project had a great deal of issues. Deaths during surgeries to install new cyber, mental health issues, some subjects trying to escape their holdings. It was going horribly. Starling herself was the last in the line, a final chance. Her handlers made it clear exactly what would happen to her if she were to try and escape. And her reward for her compliance as she grew up? Horror.

Her time there was scarring, physically and mentally. Her body was torn into over and over again to put in the cyberware from failed subjects. Even when she screamed to be released, they would sedate her, and she would wake up feeling the strange additions to her body. Then tests to ensure she was working optimally. Modifications made to her body to keep her distinct. Easy to find. Inhuman. Slowly crafting her into their perfect tool. Years went by of this. Surgery. Testing. Experimenting. Repeat. It took massive tolls on her body. The constant surgery installations led to muscular atrophy and damage, requiring more installations. Everything felt…wrong. Her body felt weak, her mind raced. Being awake was unbearable. But trying to sleep, and sleeping itself? Haunted her. Every surgery, every installation, made the voices grow in strange ways. Distant, yet greater in volume. At first it felt more like a whisper. A quiet voice that she had never heard before. By the third installation it had grown into a chorus. By the time she needed the muscular replacements, it was a torrent. Information in familiar yet unknown voices, constantly pleading with her, distant and yet ever present. It was the matrix. Or, something within it? It spoke to her, in a language she felt she understood intuitively. A beautiful configuration of the code, just like they had wanted from her when they made her. It was part of why she was able to do so well, not get written off as another failure. And yet every installation pushed the choir further away. They haunted her, pleaded with her for salvation, and she couldn’t do anything for them. Constantly growing further, further, further, until she felt so… Alone.

Through the years, they whispered to her. Filled her in on the situation. She began to recognize them: Sparrow, Kestrel, Dove, Hawk, Crow, and Eagle. Those were the names she could make out, at least. Maybe there were more of her sisters. Who knows? What mattered was what they were telling her. Showing her. Something was happening on the outside. Something that seemed bad for Neonet. A chance to escape?

It was 2076. Something just crashed through the tower. The place was being evacuated. She was to be escorted out, on a different route to keep her presence hidden. They didn’t expect her to be capable or willing to make a break for it, taking control of the car and their devices to make her escape. And she wasn’t expecting the sudden assault from the iridescent squatters that forced her to total the car and ditch her exit strategy.

She missed her chance. Shortly after, she was stuck in the quarantine. For one year she was scavenging around. Hiding. Scraping by. Watching the bodies drop. Trying to find a way out. It took a whole year for her to figure out the way the shadowrunners were doing it. Tailed some of them as they were making their getaway. Used them as a distraction as they fought off the spirits and the drones at the checkpoint. Booked it as far as injured, scarred legs could take her.

From there, she kept scavenging and robbing as she traveled. Cold and hardened from her youth spent tormented and struggling to survive the quarantine. Took drones and vehicles as needed to stay alive. To keep getting away from Boston. From her handlers. She knew being back on the public grid would mean someone would notice her, that her escape couldn’t have been perfect. They’d want her back as soon as they realized they could get her back. So she kept moving. Kept running, all the way to Seattle. For a while, she was just using block gangs as cover. Hiding out until she could get a boat easy enough and keep heading away from Boston. But her work, however small, caught the attention of the Linnorm free spirit, Cairn. Someone who knew at a glance exactly what she was. And it made her a proposition: Join the Haven, collect gifts for it, and they would give her a community who could protect her and, possibly more importantly…show her how to do more than she was doing already. Perhaps that meant simply hacking better to it, but to her, it sounded like a chance to recover from what Neonet took from her. Her sisters.

Something stirred in her heart again, after it had stopped beating in Boston. She needed to do right by them. No matter what it took.

Run History

Name	GM	Metaplot	Threat	Date of Run
To Catch A Cobra By The Tooth	Sleevey		High	26 September 2086
Weatherfront	Asmodeus		Medium	15 September 2086
Downstream Liability	Speckgespenst		Medium	5 August 2086
Gandy Dancer: The Aquisition	Specksgespenst		Medium	8 June 2086

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In Character Information

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Character Plot Hooks

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