Doggie Bag
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Character Information
Summary
Doggie Bag (He/they), or 'D.B.', is an infected Giant, born into a line of corporate middle managers and faux metahuman rights activists. He was a slacker in corp-funded school, and one of the rich kids who loved to play “street”. Now that he is infected, he is in for a rude awakening. He is a wannabe Street Samurai, a hulk of chrome and bone, but will be out of sorts until he has more running experience. In general, he is loathsome of his infection and his lost status within EVO, and hopes one day to return, even by force.
Mechanical Summary: D.B. is weak at the moment. He has decent dodge (13/19+) and soak (35+), but pretty poor pools for his core skills of Sneaking and Automatics (9-10). 6 edge can bridge some gaps, and will need to be expended for even simple things like etiquette tests.
Goals
- Learn advanced magicks for the purpose of self defense.
- Develop a relationship with a local Seattle power, organized crime or otherwise, to have a familiar villainous conglomerate to fall back on.
- Heavily ‘ware out in a search of a transhumanist kind of self acceptance.
- Find ways to maintain himself as an infected creature.
- Hunt down the Doctor who experimented on and infected him.
Background
Doggie Bag is an inexperienced corp kid, hiding his recent traumas under literal and metaphorical wraps and layers. Born Erik Magnusen to an EVO family of Norwegian-UCASer Giants, brought on years before as a response to the original Charisma initiatives to popularize Giants in media and culture. The Magnusen family serves to promote EVO’s accepting image, and demonstrate a variety of troll appropriate products with a look that is more palatable to your average human. The family is relatively large, Erik is the third of four children, and is by all accounts, a loser. He has spent his days playing with street gangs and crashing his father’s sports cars. He was awakened, but seemed to consistently fail out of the appropriate schooling, always falling back on odd jobs and easy money. Whatever he had learned seemed always to be quickly lost. Erik’s family is, briefly: Jens (Father), Inga (Mother), Jonas (Oldest), Sonja (Older Sister), Erik (Middle Child), Karl (Younger Brother). The family is kept in a fervor, Erik’s parents constantly attempting to maneuver and secure their lush corporate status. It never felt secure, not to them, and the home was as much a training grounds for corporate life as for anything else. Erik, from a young age, was anti-social and impetuous. He has not sat through a single lesson in proper manners, nor has he been to a meeting. In general, he made it clear to his family he would rather pretend to be something he's not than learn to conform to corporate expectations.
For the last many years, Erik has been hanging around the outskirts of Seattle, using his large stature and corporate money to parade through ganger parties and dive bars. He has always crawled back to the safety of the EVO compounds downtown, whenever the money or the booze ran dry. In this time, he played at anything he thought cool and dangerous. Still, he never developed much empathy for those around him, maintaining a kind of detached arrogance. All that changed one night in mid 2084.
Erik was kidnapped by a mentally unstable street doc, more accurately a medical torturer. He was targeted for his status as an awakened Giant, and used to test the effects of the HMHVV virus on people like him. ‘Test’ is a word used loosely, he was picked at and kept prisoner while his body reshaped into an unnatural undead thing. The doctor ran many ‘tests’, and fed him living subjects, utilizing starvation and aggressive pharmaceuticals to erode Erik’s mental barriers until he was gladly draining and consuming people regularly.
Erik was only released when the doctor failed to pay protection to local syndicate members, and his laboratory was raided. After escaping, he has struggled to regain control over himself and his humanity. In an attempt to hide his disgusting body, he has replaced his limbs with chrome. The clinic he’d visited was likely a Tamanous operation, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. It didn’t matter, he desperately needed something smooth, something elegantly designed -- not like the ragged and rough layers of bone and hardened flesh which now covered his body. Keeping his body hidden is extremely important, and looking at himself in full is a task too difficult to bear. He showers and dresses in the dark, and skulks around the barrens. His limbs are little more than polished rust and wire, and Erik has had a lot of trouble adjusting to a genuine street life. He has already contacted his family and been rebuked. His father reprimanded him for his stupidity and insisted that he, for once, figure a way out of this himself. Now, he scrapes for ‘yen and searches for some kind of meaning in all of this struggle.
Narratively Significant Qualities
Positive
- Infected (Dzoo-Noo-Qua): Grants Allergy (Sunlight, Mild), Essence Drain & Essence Loss, Immunity (Toxins), Immunity (Age), Natural Weapons, Dietary Requirement (Metahuman Flesh), and various stat modifications. Dzoo-Noo-Qua grow heavy dermal armor in irregular patterns. For D.B., his infection creates heavy bonelike plates across his body, with bumps and spines and edges scattered across them.
Other qualities: Catlike
Negative
- Corporate SINner (EVO): Erik's family, the Magnusens, are an EVO family through and through. They are brand representatives and metahuman arm candy.
- Corporate Pariah I (EVO): After his infection, D.B. is even further on the outskirts of his family and his corp. He will have to make a new normal.
Other qualities:
Run History
| Name | GM | Metaplot | Threat | Date of Run |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Don't Go Into The Mist | Eva | High | 15 November 2085 | |
| Of CRISPR and Covens | Eva | High | 8 November 2085 | |
| Heart of the... Raccoon? | Eva | High | 5 September 2085 | |
| No Escape Part III - Operation Gramr | Archtmag | Prime | 4 May 2085 | |
| New Year's Thieves | Eva | Medium | 30 December 2083 |
Affiliations
Contacts
| Contact | Connection | Loyalty | Archetype | Profession | Aspects | Chips |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Fiendest | 2 | 1 | Fixer | HMHVV Fanatic | Wanted, Infected Organizer, Lavawalker, Terrordome, Darkdweller | Even |
| John Baptise | 2 | 1 | Service | Taxi Driver | Reliable, Voodoo, No Questions Asked | Even |
| X | 6 | 1 | Custom(G,A,N,K) | Cyborg | Working Hours, Private Life, Hard to Reach, Wanted, Not Your Fixer, True Believer, Looking For a Challenge, To Be Governed, Flesh is a Cage, Titanium-alloy Backbone, Efficiency in All Things, Keep the Change, “I prefer the shiny stuff.”, Cranial Casing, Sinew of Steel, Actualized Actuators, No Judgment, Sequence Matcher Extraordinaire, Quality Quartering | Even |
| "Happy" Lombardo | 4 | 1 | Custom(G,K,N,A) | Smuggler | Hard to Reach, Cautious, Aloof, The soldier swore like thunder, He loved her more than plunder, And shewed her many a scar, sir, The freedom man was born to, Like Eden, fruitful of its own accord, Frail flesh gave way, We who remain, The first-fruit offering | Even |
Organizations
| Contact | Position | Connection | Faction Rep | Archetype | Health | Location |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Evo | Corp SINner in Exile | 5 | 4 | AAA Rated Corporation | Maintaining | Vladivostok (Russian Republic) |
Allies
Enemies
In Character Information
Assensing Table
| Threshold | Description |
|---|---|
| 1 | Awakened, diseased, generally angry and self-loathing. |
| 2 | A full set of cyberlimbs, a mystic adept. |
| 3 | Essence and Magic of 1 (relative value known), diseased with HMHVV. |
| 4 | Essence and Magic of 1 (exact number known). |
| 5 | Diseased with HMHVV Strain 1 (Dzoo-Noo-Qua). Not a Technomancer. |
Matrix Search Table
| Threshold | Result |
|---|---|
| 1 | “Doggie Bag” is a newbie runner local to the Seattle area. His name shows up on a few shadow forums as a troll willing to bodyguard or knock skulls as needed. |
| 3 | D.B. has been running since mid 2083. He is infected, and overall inexperienced. He fits the profile of a Corpsec troll-variant who got chewed on by the wrong monster. He has very little online persona, and likely lives in or around the Barrens. His primary fake sin is Theo Grimes. |
| 6 | D.B. loosely matches the description and timeline of a missing persons case under the name Erik Magnusen. A slacking corpkid born to a line of Giants working as EVO brand representatives. Magnusen was noted as missing in late 2082 |
Shadow Community Table
| Threshold | Result |
|---|---|
| 1 | “Doggie Bag” is an unknown quantity, assuredly a new player in the scene. You’ve heard the name thrown around in forum posts discussing local green runners. He has been on a few milk runs, but nothing to write home about. |
| 3 | D.B. is infected. He is known to share this information semi-willingly, for the express purpose of avoiding spreading that infection. Still, being something akin to an undead monster is sort of a reputation killer. He is perhaps surprisingly sapient, and seems if anything, obsessed with self control and avoiding HMHVV’s spread. |
| 5 | D.B. has been running since mid ‘83, having been picked essentially on the side of the road. He was originally even more grotesque, having been the victim of some horrific medical experiments. His limbs were replaced perhaps to create a more (meta)human-like form. D.B. is slightly brash, and stinks of pent up frustrations with his situation. Fine to have on the easier jobs, but he’ll need to get his head screwed on straight before he’s ready for the real stuff. |
SINs
Real SIN (EVO): Erik Magnusen
- Mage License
- Driver’s License
- EVO Press Pass
Fake SIN R4: Theo Grimes
Appearance
Infection has radically altered D.B.’s look, turning him from an average looking and overall palatable Giant (rather humanlike, in terms of Trolls). Nowadays, he is more monstrous than even the ugliest troll, sinewy and uneven. He is mostly covered with dermal plating, heavy and bumpy, it covers a large majority of his body. His skin only shows between these larger plates, being a fleshy connective tissue, more akin to membrane or thinly layered muscle. At some joints, bones protrude beyond their connection points, interlocking with the dermal plates. He is overall a mixture of flat tans and grays. D.B.’s face is strangely gaunt, hollow cheeks and sunken eyes. He looks deathly ill, bony and unsettling. In general, these looks are something he is extremely insecure about and uncomfortable with, so he will be heavily clothed at essentially all times.
Clothing
D.B. is, whenever possible, heavily clothed. This will help slightly to mitigate his sunlight allergy, but is mainly a choice of vanity. He is not willing to present himself truthfully. He is, after all, a monster. Generally, he is wearing a few layers of normal clothes, with a hood, sunglasses and neck gaiter covering the bulk of his face. He has a large sweatshirt pulled up over his head, and a jacket on top of that in combat situations. Even his hands are generally gloved to hide the cold chrome underneath.
Matrix Persona
As a borderline incompetent matrix user, D.B. has the persona equivalent of a stock photo. A generic businessman persona with plain features and little flair.