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Spiretta
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Spiral Witness
Player	[1]
Metatype	Elf
Street Cred	0
Notoriety	0
Public Awareness	0
Titles and Awards	0
CDP	Expression error: Missing operand for -.
D.O.B.	09.01.2057
Age	28
Folder	https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1SAkODIvNSRRvycvCMtnwe0cdvDYL-alX?usp=sharing

Revision as of 17:55, 20 September 2021

Background

Raised by wageslaves, Saturday Tao always felt constrained growing up. After her transition, she was effectively disowned by her parents, so she moved in with her aunt in Seattle. There, she was able to thrive and got a Bachelor's in Communications from UW. She managed to land an internship at EVO, and everything seemed hopeful in her life. Then, as she was crossing the street, laughing at some stupod joke one of her coworkers had made, a green pickup smashed into her body, flinging it several dozen meters. As she lay there, her coworkers screaming and crying, the world beginning to grow darker around her, she saw it. A common element of the world, everything twisting in a perfect spiral. At the center, a gateway to another place. A dark, twisting plane, but one that followed perfect patterns and possessing of horrible beauty. And from that place *something* saw her.

Saturday awoke in the hospital three weeks later. The internship she had fought tooth and nail for had been given to someone else, but she couldn't find a part of herself that cared. All she wanted to do now was to see that spiral again, to feel that horrible twist, and maybe, just maybe, that being that had seen her would take notice once more.

Significant Things for Narrative

Run History

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Affiliations

Contacts

Organizations

Matrix Search Table

Threshold	Result
1	An obsolete term for a genus of marine sponges
3	A news broadcast about a restaurant, at 34:12, an offscreen man calls "Spiretta" and a brunette facing away from the camera looks up.
6	A user by this name is frequently on metaplanar discussion boards, speaking about a plane called Torment, and spirals that she sees in visions.

Shadow Community Table

Threshold	Result
1	"Never heard of someone like that, chummer. Sounds like a video game character."
3	"Went on a run with that lady once. She drew a bunch of spirals everywhere and made an Opfor pass out. Probably a mage"
5	"Illusionist and Dark Mage. Worked for EVO awhile back as a negotiator. She scares me."

Enemies

Assensing Table

Threshold	Description
1	Awakened, confident, and curious.
2	MysAd, Spiral-shaped, disturbing aura.
3	Healthy. Essence and Magic 6. A mask in her bag has an astral signature.
4	Mask is a spellcasting focus
5	No ware of any type, grade or category. She's also not a technomancer.

SINs

Elizabeth Mac Morain - Rating 4, Ares, Mage

Media Mentions

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 ==Background==
-Raised by wageslaves, Saturday Tao always felt constrained growing up. After her transition, she was effectively disowned by her parents, so she moved in with her aunt in Seattle. There, she was able to thrive and got a Bachelor's in Communications from UW. She got an internship at EVO, and everything seemed hopeful in her life. Then she got hit by a drunk driver. As she lay there, the world beginning to grow darker around her, she saw it. A common element of the world, everything twisting in a perfect spiral. At the center, a gateway to another place. A dark, twisting plane, but one that followed perfect patterns and possessing of horrible beauty. And from that place *something* saw her.
+Raised by wageslaves, Saturday Tao always felt constrained growing up. After her transition, she was effectively disowned by her parents, so she moved in with her aunt in Seattle. There, she was able to thrive and got a Bachelor's in Communications from UW. She managed to land an internship at EVO, and everything seemed hopeful in her life. Then, as she was crossing the street, laughing at some stupod joke one of her coworkers had made, a green pickup smashed into her body, flinging it several dozen meters. As she lay there, her coworkers screaming and crying, the world beginning to grow darker around her, she saw it. A common element of the world, everything twisting in a perfect spiral. At the center, a gateway to another place. A dark, twisting plane, but one that followed perfect patterns and possessing of horrible beauty. And from that place *something* saw her.
 Saturday awoke in the hospital three weeks later. The internship she had fought tooth and nail for had been given to someone else, but she couldn't find a part of herself that cared. All she wanted to do now was to see that spiral again, to feel that horrible twist, and maybe, just maybe, that being that had seen her would take notice once more.