Wylde

Wylde

Archetype
(Short Blurb)
Discord	@tropicalbungus
Reddit	[1]
Metatype	Elf
Street Cred	0
Notoriety	0
Public Awareness	0
CDP	6
D.O.B.	November 23rd, 2061
Age	24
Folder	[2]
Priority	Metatype - C Attributes - D Magic/Resonance - E Skills - B Resources - A
#Max IGs/Ascension	0
# Optional Infected powers allowed	0
Essence(Current/Max):	6/12
# Optional Drake powers available	Major Powers:0 or Minor Powers:0

Character Information

Background

Vanessa Byrd always thought she was destined for more than life behind the counter of a Stuffer Shack in Seattle’s Redmond Barrens. Every day was the same monotony: serving soy-flavored slushies to trolls, dodging the leers of chipped-up customers, and enduring the flickering lights that gave her constant migraines. At twenty-three, with big dreams but no means to achieve them, Vanessa felt like she was trapped in a cage, slowly wasting away in the concrete labyrinth of the city.

At night, her mind would drift to the stories she'd hear on the Matrix, whispers of deckers who could slip in and out of corporate vaults like ghosts, cyberterrorists who could bring megacorps to their knees with a few keystrokes. The most infamous of them all was Theodore Wilde, a name that echoed in hushed conversations and Matrix forums. Theo was a ghost, a shadow in the wires who’d allegedly brought down an entire data haven single-handedly and evaded capture countless times. Vanessa couldn’t help but admire that freedom—the audacity Theo represented.

One particularly bad night, after an exhausting twelve-hour shift and a dressing down from her manager, something snapped. She stormed out of the Stuffer Shack, her vision blurred by tears of frustration, and found herself in the back alleys of Touristville. There, almost on autopilot, she sought out a BTL dealer she'd heard about from some of her shadier regulars. “Give me the strongest you've got,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. She wanted to escape, to feel powerful—just for a moment.

The dealer, a greasy dwarf with a missing tooth and a sly grin, pulled out a high-grade chip with a smirk. “Careful what you wish for, girl. This one’s a real ride.” It was a personalized Personafix chip, designed to be more than just a feel-good escape. He called it “Wilde Ride.” The chip held not just the personality but the memories and instincts of the notorious cyberterrorist Vanessa admired. She hesitated, but not for long. Within moments, she'd slotted it in, and the world shifted.

Theo Wilde didn’t merely replace Vanessa; he *took over.* He was ruthless, efficient, and coldly intelligent—everything Vanessa wasn’t. The real Wilde had been a force of nature, and the simulation was close enough that it was hard to tell the difference. Theo knew things, felt things, that Vanessa couldn’t understand. He knew how to hack systems with ease, to handle a revolver like he’d been born with it in his hand, to navigate the shadows with a confidence Vanessa had only dreamed of.

At first, Vanessa was terrified. Wilde was in control during the nights, prowling through Seattle’s underworld, taking on jobs Vanessa didn’t understand. She became Wylde, a name she’d chosen herself, a twisted homage to her legendary inspiration. Wylde took on hacking gigs, infiltrations, even wet work, while Vanessa was locked in the backseat of her own mind, a silent witness. Wilde only relinquished control in the daytime, allowing Vanessa to live her quiet, mundane life—just enough to keep her from going insane. But as soon as night fell, Vanessa’s body was Theo's to command.

The arrangement was maddening. Vanessa was losing herself, slipping further and further away with each night that Theo rampaged through the Seattle sprawl. She felt like a ghost in her own skin, her identity eroding under the weight of the personafix. She tried to remove the chip, but Geneva wouldn’t let her. Whenever Vanessa reached for it, her hand would freeze, paralyzed by an override. It was like Geneva was woven into her very neurons, part of her, inescapable.

But slowly, something began to shift. Theodore was sharp, perceptive. He noticed Vanessa’s resentment, her desperation. The real Theo had been a lone wolf, an idealist turned jaded cynic, but this version of him—the fragment imprinted on Vanessa’s chip—was evolving. As Wilde ran jobs night after night, he began to understand Vanessa’s need for escape, her yearning to feel something more than the mundane grind of a dead-end life. Theo, with his memories of betrayal and loss, recognized that loneliness.

Over time, the two personalities reached an unspoken truce. Theodore began to allow Vanessa glimpses of the action, letting her feel the thrill of the run, the rush of adrenaline as they slipped past security systems and danced on the edge of death. Vanessa, in turn, started to trust Wilde’s instincts, surrendering a little more control when it mattered, letting herself become *Wylde* when she needed to be.

For the first time, Vanessa felt alive. She wasn't just a cashier with a shadow life forced upon her—she was a shadowrunner, and she had skills now. Real skills. Wilde’s knowledge was hers, and every job they took on together only deepened that connection. She could see herself in the darkened glass of a corporate building, holding a revolver with practiced ease, and she recognized her own wicked smile reflected back at her. It was as much hers as it was Geneva's.

And Theodore, against his own programming, began to soften toward Vanessa. He became a strange kind of mentor, a guiding presence that respected Vanessa’s courage in the face of impossible odds. Vanessa wasn’t just a vessel to him anymore—she was a partner. Theo even started protecting Vanessa, keeping her away from jobs that were too risky, making sure she didn’t get in over her head.

They called themselves Wylde now—a fusion of their shared spirit. On runs, they were seamless, each filling the other’s gaps. Theos's calculated ruthlessness and Vanessa's fiery determination became a lethal combination. Vanessa had found the thrill she craved, and Theo had found something like redemption in protecting her host.

Still, the dual life is precarious. Vanessa knows that her bond with the rebellious hacker is fragile, an alliance built on mutual need rather than trust. She’s still haunted by the fear that one day, he might fully take over, erasing Vanessa for good. But until that day comes, they live for the thrill of the shadows, working together to carve out a life of their own choosing—no longer just a shadow in the backseat, but a runner blazing through the night.

In the dark underworld of Seattle, Wylde is becoming a name to remember—half digital specter, half fiery street kid, all grit and ghost in the neon glow of the Sprawl.

Run History

Name	GM	Metaplot	Threat	Date of Run
The Story of the Man and the Humped Horse	Kisa	Seattle Nights		25 November 2085
Come, My Beautiful Cat, To My Loving Heart	Villiers		Deadly	17 November 2085
In Mud Thrives Thieves	Fangblade_		Low	16 November 2085

Affiliations

Contacts

Contact	Connection	Loyalty	Archetype	Profession	Aspects	Chips
Alice Kane	5	4	Fixer	Cyber Surgeon	Mechanic, Info Broker, Weapon Specialist, Tech Savy, Cyber Surgeon, Gamer Grrl	Even

In Character Information

Matrix Search Table

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Shadow Community Table

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Assensing Table

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Character Plot Hooks

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