Duchess

Duchess

Ancient's Face
Disgraced Tir Noble
Combat Biker
Wheelwoman
Discord	Mursey
Reddit	Mursey40k
Metatype	Elf
Street Cred	0
Notoriety	1
Public Awareness	0
CDP	14
D.O.B.	03/04/2050
Age	35
Folder	Duchess
Priority	Metatype - C Attributes - D Magic/Resonance - E Skills - B Resources - A

Character Information

Summary

Duchess is a face who's comfortable dealing with the lowest of the low and the highest of the high. She's learned to handle herself well enough in a fire-fight to stand shoulder to shoulder with the razors. She's a biker at heart, but she'll take the wheel of any team vehicle in a run and make damn sure the getaway is a clean one.

A disgraced Tir noble with a Criminal SIN, Duchess survived the rigours of prison life by the simple expedient of accepting the protection of the Ancients. Recently released from prison in the Tir, she burnt the last Platinum Cred-stick she'll ever own preparing for her new life in the Shadows.

Goals

• Survive.
• Reclaim at least some degree of the comforts she is accustomed too.
• Repay the Ancients for everything they have done.
• Protect Terislar from outside threats.
• Frag-up the Cutters, the Halloweeners, and anyone and everyone who tries to take what the Ancient's claim as theirs.

Background

Duchess wasn't born into the life of a Ganger. Far from it. She's the third daughter, and sixth child, of a human-elf partnership that has survived the pressure cooker and treacheries of Tir Society for nearly fifty years. A child of privilege, she had everything and anything she wanted. But it still wasn't enough. She cut school at her private, 100k a year educational facility and spent her time shopping, stealing, and riding bikes. She found herself involved in the illegal street racing circuit long before she could even legally drive.

And it wasn't long after she -could- legally drive that she killed three people on her bike and lost her freedom and her arms in the process. Prison, even a Tir prison, was not a good place for a young, rich elf to find herself. She pleaded with her parents to get her out, but aside from paying for her new limbs, her biological family wanted nothing else to do with her. She was on her own.

Or would have been, had not the Laesa and the Ancients intervened. On her very. First. Day. Duchess knows she'd never have survived the first day of her incarceration, let alone the first week, were it not for the protection, guidance and instruction provided by the gangs and the gangers she fell in with. She got the on her left cheek that first day too, cut by a broken commlink screen that left iridescent particles embedded in her cheek. But she survived. Adjusting to gang life -especially gang-life in prison- wasn't easy. It certainly wasn't the life she'd have chosen, but it was the life she needed to survive. Everything she learned about violence, and self-defence, and protecting herself and others she learned behind bars in the darkest decade of her life. But she learned what she needed too. And she never forgot who had her back.

After ten years, she got out. She collected her bike and her ware at the prison gate; and removed last Platinum cred-stick she would most likely ever own from her safe deposit box. She knew a quarter million would never be enough to live on in the style she was accustomed, and knew she'd never be able to escape the gang life she'd embraced to save her life. Wisely, she burned through the money quickly. Spending it before anyone in the gang though to demand she hand over a cut. She had her old ware re-installed and upgraded her arms from the pieces of crap they'd given her in prison to the pieces of art she wears now. That wasn't all she bought with the cash she had left. She paid off an Ancients hacker for a new SIN and a new life, and made arrangements to cross the border into Seattle. She's neither the brightest, nor the smartest face in the Seattle ancients, and far from the most respected. But that said, she's certainly one of the most socially versatile, able to move in circles few other Ancients would ever dream of. She's one of the few foot solders the ancients have who are comfortable moving in all layers of society, from squatters and criminals to the new, nobility of the mega-corps and the old nobility of the landed classes.

She's been in Seattle a month. Just settling in, and getting to know the members of her squad. Soon, it'll be time for her to earn her keep.

Narrative Significant Qualities

Positive

First Impression, Good Looking and Knows It: No matter what the social situation, no matter what she's wearing, Duchess' smile and striking good looks make a great impression of those whom she meets. She has a way of glancing down at her feet while brushing her hair back behind her left ear that has been know to produce audible gasps from those who witness it. People seem to forget just how much they value social propriety and proper appearances when Duchess walks into the room.

Too Pretty to Hit: It's sometimes hard to believe someone with such an enchantingly beuatiful smile can ever be a threat. That moment of hesitation is all Duchess needs to put some cover -and some speeding bullets- between herself and a potential enemy.

Negative

Criminal SIN: Ygraine Damas is a registered criminal in the Tir, with recorded convictions for speeding, dangerous driving, reckless endangerment, driving without a license, petty theft and three counts of vehicular manslaughter.

Allergy, Uncommon, Severe: Duchess is very, very allergic to nuts. Something she keeps secret from everyone around her.

Run History

Name	GM	Metaplot	Threat	Date of Run
Cut to the Chase	Sarcarian		High	28 August 2082
Ain't Afraid Of No Ghost	Asmodeus		High	14 May 2082
Throwing Shade	Sarcarian		Medium	12 May 2082
Hell or High Water	Asmodeus		High	4 May 2082
Patched In	Aurora			27 April 2082
The Most Urban Brawl 2: The Metagame	OrionsRequiem	Cross Flight Love Fight	High	21 April 2082
Look how they massacred my boy!	Asmodeus	Hail to the Pumpking	Medium	17 April 2082

Affiliations

Contacts

Contact	Connection	Loyalty	Archetype	Profession	Aspects	Chips
Edmond Beaulieu	4	2	Gear	Boutique Owner	Boutique Owner, Clothing Design, It'll Keep You Safe, It'll Look Good, Too!, Yeah, I can add that on for you.	Even
Ether	5	2	Fixer	Fixer	Smuggler, Armorer, Vehicles, Elven Blood, Ganger Network, Seattle Underworld	Even
Freya	5	2	Custom(G,A,K,N)	Hacker Extraordinaire	Master SIN Maker, Burner ID, FAKE is my Middle Name!, My Search Function is Powered by Nuyen, Hacking is my other middle name, I eat Hosts for lunch.	Even
Nina Gniewek	6	1	Gear	Ancients Lieutenant/Smuggler	Coyote Wild, Bring the Squad, Always labelled Machine Parts, Drug Runner, New and Used Bikes, Boats and Submersibles, Cyberware	Even

Organizations

Contact	Position	Connection	Faction Rep	Archetype	Health	Location
Ancients	Member	3	8	Gang	Maintaining	North America & Western Europe

In Character Information

Symbols and Signatures

Duchess favours metallic leather Biker armour and rides a black Mirage with neon purple and neon green highlights. Except, when she's on a run. In which case her bike looks anything but it's regular appearance.

Astral Perception Table

Threshold	Result
1	1 Hit: Fit and well, Emotional State, Mundane. 2 Hits: Two cyberarms, Datajack.
3	3 Hits: No alphaware or betaware. Sense if Essence and Magic is higher or lower than your own. 4 Hits: Magic 0, Essence 2.25. Synapses, brain and sweat glands modified by bioware.
6	No genetech present.

Matrix Search Table

Threshold	Result
1	It's an ancient title for European nobility. Who cares?
3	Duchess is the handle of a Tir noble who disappeared from the street racing scene a decade ago. She was arrested after wiping out three bystanders during a race.
6	Her parents had plenty of other kids to carry on the family name. Maybe that's why they'd had enough and let her hang for it. She's still getting used to seeing the sun without bars in the way, if you take my meaning, omae.

Shadow Community Table

Threshold	Result
1	Duchess? What the frag? Is that what you called your cat, chummer?
3	Duchess? She's that out-of-towner running with the Ancients. She's a looker too, a real head-turner. Hard to keep your eyes on her face, if you follow me, omae, but her voice does a fine job of keeping your attention focused when she speaks.
5	Duchess? She's just got out of the penitentiary out in Tir. Ancients smuggled her into Seattle for a new start. She used to be one of the high-and-mighty, if you can believe that? Fell on hard times. Doesn't seem to stick her nose up at the thought of being in the dirt with the rest of us, though.

SINs

|CRIMINAL SIN: Ygraine Dumas (Tir Tairngire). |FAKE SIN: Nimue Gower (UCAS Rating:4) R4 Licenses: Concealed Carry, Driving, Firearms, Restricted Augmentations.

Appearance

A ridiculously attractive female elf with shoulder-length, crudely cropped blonde hair and a penchant for wearing armoured biker outfits even to the most inappropriate of locations. Duchess has near-perfect symmetry to her features. The exception being a long, almost iridescent scar down her left cheek which does absolutely nothing to detract from her beauty. If anything, the scar only serves to draw the eye to her appearance all the more and presents a slight imperfection that magnifies the rest of her beauty.

Clothing

Duchess favours a plate-grey armoured combat biker jumpsuit. She wears a black leather biker "cut" over the top, emblazoned with the neon green and black "Ancient's" patch upon the back, with both upper and bottom rockers. The left front chest of her cut bears a black patch with the word "Nomad" embroidered in neon green thread. The right side has a second patch embroidered with the word "Full Patch". She often carries a machine pistol slung openly over one shoulder.

Matrix Persona

Duchess' matrix personality is an armoured, elven knight in Milanese Plate Armour. The weapons on her person are represented variously by hand crossbows, repeating crossbows and various blades and polearms A fluttering pennant in Ancient's colours hangs from her lance. When she's mounted on her Mirage, she appears to be riding an unruly black stallion, foaming at the mouth and with blood upon it's hooves.