Master Morty
Disfigured Decker | |
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"Don't look at me." | |
Discord | Shadowhand |
Master Morty | |
Metatype | Human |
Street Cred | 0 |
Notoriety | 0 |
Public Awareness | 0 |
CDP | 52 |
D.O.B. | 12/25/2062 |
Age | 22 |
Folder | [1] |
Priority | Metatype - E Attributes - B Magic/Resonance - E Skills - B Resources - A |
Character Information
Summary
A disfigured street Decker with everything to prove.
Goals
To become the master of the matrix, at any cost. (To prove to the world that he is NOT a mistake, and that God can kiss his ass.)
On the Path to Glory:
- Nanohive, Soft (Neural Amplifiers, Neocortical)
Background
Abandoned by his parents for obvious reasons, Morty was raised in what he considers his personal hell; The Sisters of Mercy Convent and Child Care Center. Taught that his physical appearance was no accident, but a punishment from God, Morty has never had any reason to love or respect anyone; he has always been the martyr. Fortunately for him, the Care Center had the most basic access to the Matrix, and it was there that he found his true form, "The Master." His ability to navigate and control the vast expanse within the matrix was intuitive, but even more so, an exercise in logic. It all made so much sense to Morty, more so than the pathetic world of meat he was inexoribly bound to. Within the Matrix he could be anything, he could replace the pathetic existence with something worthwhile, something worth living for. Once he escaped his prison that is. Using his swiftly growing skills, Morty's first target was the Sisters of Mercy. Hacking their system and transferring the sum total of their savings, Morty made his first purchase; a proper cyberdeck and a select group of cheap programs. Following the path of least resistance, Morty was able to discover the various accounts that donated to the Sisters of Mercy's cause, and one-by-one systematically rob them of their assets, Now, with a heavily-modded Microtronica Azteca 300 at his command, and a tiny, cramped little hole to operate out of, Morty is ready to take on the jobs that he has only dreamed of, joining the ranks of those who run the shadows.
Narrative Significant Qualities
Positive
- "The numbers don't lie." Impenetrable Logic
- "My Deck is good, but I can make it better." Overclocker
- "Timing is everything." Perfect Time
- "When I want it, I want it now." Quick Config
- "Trust the Numbers." Trust Data, Not Lore
Negative
- "Seafood? Don't waste my time with that drek." Allergy, (Common, Severe) Shellfish
- "What you looking at chummer?" Quasimodo
Run History
Affiliations
Contacts
Contact | Connection | Loyalty | Archetype | Profession | Aspects | Chips |
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Giovanni Montalban | 6 | 1 | Fixer | Fixer | Matrix Devices, Commlinks, Cyberdecks, Programs, Building Inspector, Cyberwear, Drug Dealer | Even |
John Baptise | 2 | 4 | Service | Taxi Driver | Reliable, Voodoo, No Questions Asked | Even |
Organizations
Helix: Connection 5/Loyalty 3
Allies
- +2 Team Alpha
Enemies
In Character Information
Symbols and Signatures
Matrix Search Table
Threshold | Result |
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1 | "Baby Decker looking to make a name for himself." |
3 | "Misshapen little human decker that has done some minor Matrix stuff to get where he's at, but hasn't hit the big time yet." |
6 | Seems to have history with the Sisters of Mercy Convent and Child Care Center; bad things started happening to their financials about the time that he came on the scene. No obvious ties linking him to the crime though." |
Shadow Community Table
Threshold | Result |
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1 | "Master Morty? I got nothing." |
3 | "No seriously, the guy has done nothing." |
5 | "He's a wannabe Shadowrunner, looking to breakout on the scene, but as of yet he's literally done nothing." |
SINs
Fake SIN R3 (Heironymus Mortis, UCAS) Fake Licenses (Controlled Substance R3, Cyberdeck R3, Firearms R3, Matrix Software R3, Restricted Augmentations R3)
Appearance
Master Morty is a freak; even more so that your typical Dwarf, Ork, or Troll. It's almost as if he is an amalgamation of all these things, trapped in a frail human body. Mishappen and grotesque, Morty has not accepted his fate with good graces; he knows he revolts everyone who looks upon him, and he hates them for it. Short, twisted, bent, and covered in wart-like protrusions, he is truly a masterpiece of physical imperfection. His greasy patchwork hair and mismatched eyes do nothing to improve his impression to onlookers; he simply has ceased to care.
Clothing
Clumping around in heavy clothing covered by a ratty looking Armor Jacket, Master Morty is topped by a matte black helmet, with 3 tiny antennae popping up through holes which have been added for their convenience.
Matrix Persona
A wizened looking gnome, complete with blue tunic, red cap and steel-toed boots; carrying a massive scythe and a bandolier of mushroom-shaped grenades, he glares menacingly towards his target.
Matrix Tags
Mushrooms. Various types of mushroom depending on the intended result of the mark. (Toadstool, Chantelle, Shiitake, Puffball, Morel, Black Trumpet)