Frostbite
Sniper/Gun Slinger | |
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Lobotomite that is trying to become human. | |
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Discord | @D U N E#6017 |
DeltaUNE | |
Metatype | SURGE Human |
Street Cred | 0 |
Notoriety | 0 |
Public Awareness | 0 |
Titles and Awards | 0 |
CDP | 26 |
D.O.B. | 10th December, 2058 |
Age | 26 |
Folder | Frostbite Drive |
Priority | Metatype - E Attributes - B Magic/Resonance - D Skills - C Resources - A |
Character Information
Summary
Test subject that was freed from an Ares facility by a yet unidentified group of runners, has only been in the shadows for 1 year - and is still very inquisitive on his new life.
Goals
Seeks to pacify his curiosity and gain an understanding of the world he now lives in, is very much a tourist in the shadows.
Buy synthetic limbs and find a way to disguise his skin color, he wants to blend into meta humanity.
Background
Born in a lab, childhood consisted of an empty white room, which the only social reaction was answering questions on current physical/mental state. “Do you have any pain in your arms?” “Can you feel your legs” “Does anything itch?” – Childhood was spent as a test bed for adaptable cyberlimbs, and learning more about association, and how it could be used to control subjects with minimal expenditure.
At the age of 18, the subject was no longer needed for testing, and for a period of time as transferred to aid in internal security – before later being assigned for recycling at another facility, him and others being transported with other assets of interest that the company wanted to bury. During “reassignment” the convoy was attacked while travelling on frozen roads, and among the chaos, the vehicle fell into a ditch. While they all possessed their basic armor – none possessed weapons – though once the truck door was opened after a amount of ‘recalibration’ time, runners in association with multiple rogue subjects entered and threw an assorted bag of automatic weapons onto what was now the roof of the truck. Dazed, though following the lead of other subjects, the rogues in aid of runners applied lethal force to the remaining members of the convoy – securing confidential information on Ares in the process.
After a trek in the snow, groups being broken up into smaller squads to conceal their movements, they eventually made it to a convoy of assorted Ford trucks, each going in a different direction. He eventually ended up in Seattle after a 12-hour drive. They were to work on some low-level jobs for a year, giving a percentage of their earnings to the group that rescued them. After which if they proved themselves they could be given an opportunity to join, or find alternative work. He chose to separate, and eventually got into contact with Haruki Uchida, a fixer that seemed to cater towards his less… Organic composure.
He has been partaking in low level runs for half a year now as a “Samurai for hire” – still acquainting himself to his newfound freedom. This has been with its faults – anti-social tendencies have burned many bridges that could have been useful to keep.
Narrative Significant Qualities
Perceptive
- Biosonar, Thermal Sensitivity
- [Explanation] Possessing organs a normal metahuman does not have access to, I am incredibly perceptive of my surroundings, verging on paranoia when I lack my additional senses.
Man & Machine
- Adept, Biocompatibility (Cyberware), Cyber-Singularity Seeker, Metagenic Improvement (Agility)
- [Explanation] Probability dictated that some may awaken, and I happened to be a part of that percentile. Though I was also given cybernetic limbs, and awakened to the power of machine. I now stand the precipice of losing my awakened abilities, though also understanding that for me to improve, I must continue down this route of cyber-enhancements. I am to improve myself, and find ways to garner limbs that give me back the sensations I have lost, as well as find a way to continue unlocking the limits of my body.
Not a people Person
- Nasty Vibe (1), Antipathy, Impassive, Impaired Attribute (Charisma)
- [Explanation] Even by prefixing the goal onto my sentences, it appears my ability to commence in pleasantries always appears as hostilities. Being "sinisterly" monotone does not suit friendly communications. [Disappointment] I wish there could be an individual whom understood my intentions.
Bad Aura
- Nasty Vibe (2), Critter Spook, Astral Hazing
- [Explanation] It appears even my presence disrupts the flow of positivity, animals detest me - and I have been told by assensing that I carry "negative energy".
Creature of the Night
- Changeling (Class III SURGE), Striking Skin Pigmentation, Nocturnal, Insomnia (Basic)
- [Explanation] I am not sure why, though daytime is a plague to me - I am restless, mentally I become duller, and my skin tone becomes more pronounced in the orange light. In night I can hide in the shadows and blend in with the moon, though at day I am an oddity that people actively revolt at my 'deformity'. [Frustration] If only I could walk among the populace without drawing attention to myself - though that is going to be a task if I am to ever complete it.
Note:
- Despite being an escaped experiment, at least to his current knowledge - there are no public warrants for his capture due to the - illegality - of the tests - Ares may have organized bounties with private groups on the subjects heads, though at time of writing, he has no knowledge if that is the case.
Run History
Name | GM | Metaplot | Threat | Date of Run |
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In The Plastic Jungles | Aurora | Medium | 23 August 2082 | |
A Meatcar Named Desire | Cutier Than Thou | Medium | 2 August 2082 | |
Where Lobsters Spend the Winter | OrionsRequiem | Medium | 10 February 2082 | |
There's No Business Like Snow Business | Si1as | When You Reach Me | High | 3 February 2082 |
Crossfire: Local Offensive | Asmodeus | Hail to the Pumpking | Medium | 1 February 2082 |
Very (Un)Serious Business | Isaac | Milk | 31 January 2082 | |
Cutting It Close | Sarcarian | Medium | 28 January 2082 | |
Spark of the Waiting Horror | Draknic | Medium | 21 January 2082 | |
The Big Cheese | Shadowhand | Taking Back Tacoma | Low | 19 January 2082 |
WHO WANTS SOME GEAR?! | Isaac | Medium | 9 January 2082 | |
We Got Ourselves A Convoy! | OrionsRequiem | Medium | 7 January 2082 | |
State of Decay | Sarcarian | Festering Infestation | 6 January 2082 | |
Enemy of my Enemy | Asmodeus | Medium | 1 January 2082 |
Affiliations
Contacts
Contact | Connection | Loyalty | Archetype | Profession | Aspects | Chips |
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Haruki Uchida | 5 | 1 | Fixer | Fixer | Cyberware, Bioware, Fake SINs, Infobroker Contacts, Armor Accessories, Shiawase Brand Equipment | Even |
Organizations
Allies
Enemies
In Character Information
Symbols and Signatures
Matrix Search Table
Threshold | Result |
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1 | |
3 | |
6 |
Shadow Community Table
Threshold | Result |
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1 | "If you can get past that uncanniness - seems to do the job you tell them to." |
3 | "Seems like a psychopath, though apparently there is a person under that chrome... Apparently" |
5 | "Him and others were rescued by a mole, don't know who - though they got 16 people out of an Ares convoy. - Keep your eye on him, because Ares has been quiet about reclaiming their property." |
SINs
R4 - Zen Fro - Bounty Hunter
- R4 - Profession: Private Bounty Enforcement Officer
- R4 - Driving License
- R4 - Concealed Carry Permit
- R4 - Possession of Non-Automatic Rifles
- R4 - Possession of Non-Automatic Pistols
- R4 - Possession of Ammunition
- R4 - Possession of Restricted Cyberware Augmentation
R2 - Ermia Hypoth - Private Investigator
- R2 - Profession: Private Bounty Enforcement Officer
- R2 - Concealed Carry Permit
- R2 - Possession of Non-Automatic Pistols
- R2 - Possession of Ammunition
- R2 - Possession of Restricted Cyberware Augmentation
Matrix Persona
Appearance
Nude/Base form
Body is a icy blue, limbs while the generic shape of muscles are blocky and matt black - the legs have been altered to be that of a cats hind - and joints ready to be removed for more fitting disguise. Eyes have a red iris with black sclera's.
Clothing
Combat Gear: Armored trench coat with a pure white, almost ceramic looking mask. A blank expression with 3 eyes. The armor is clear, plates can easily be observed on the body - and subtly is forgotten.
Personnel ware: Leather trench coat, a balaclava with a respirator attached and a light armored vest. Weapons are on show, thought it blends into the scenery if it weren't for his odd stature, interesting legs, and general demonic presence.