Europa

Europa

Terrifying Razorgirl Sniper
"I send messages."
Discord	Unsurprisingly, Explosions#6325
Reddit	[1]
Metatype	Human
Street Cred	0
Notoriety	0
Public Awareness	0
CDP	6
D.O.B.	04/16/2055
Age	30
Folder	[Drive URL Link]
Priority	Metatype - E Attributes - B Magic/Resonance - E Skills - B Resources - A

Character Information

Background

Heather Leroy grew up in Quebec, not too far outside of Montreal. Her parents were a pair of CATCo wageslaves - and unfortunately, that meant that she was subject to the usual battery of genetic testing that comes with a corporation essentially owning your family. It was found early on that she may be an excellent candidate for biocompatibility studies, and so, she was placed on the neat little track her corporate overlords had in mind for her. She was all set to go to school, gearing up for a job in Cross Biomedical... until she was about nine years old.

After Crash 2.0 hit, CATCo was embroiled in an all-out corporate war with Ares Macrotechnology, and this left their assets scrambling in the complete chaos that came with it. Everyone was prepared to either sell out to the encroaching corp or cling desperately to the company as it sank into bedlam. People were on edge, focused on finding any sign of Ares muscling in on their position; perhaps too focused. The rest of the world still hadn't forgotten about a corporation hemorrhaging funds and subsidiaries. Yamatetsu's North American holdings in particular were eager to seize on any lead they could as their own company recovered from the Crash, and unfortunately, one of the things they turned up was a database detailing every last candidate CATCo had for augmentation research.

Extracted as part of Yamatetsu North America's attempt at consolidating power, Heather was almost immediately put into a program focusing on attempting to minimize Essence impact for cybernetics in children: Project Tsukumogami. While that sounded all well and good, it essentially meant being pulled away from everything she was familiar with and repeatedly subjected to implantations. Her body was was a testing ground for the prosthetic limb division in particular; her arms and legs were constantly subject to change, and just as she got used to one set, she had them removed to start the process all over again, all for the sake of medical and magical scrutiny to see just how severely it impacted her mental, physical, and spiritual health.

In 2075, long after Yamatetsu had become Evo and reintroduced the North American assets into the fold, Project Tsukumogami was finally shelved. The test subjects that were still kicking around after almost a dozen years of intensive experimentation were doled out to various other divisions in the company - and for Heather, that meant being handed over to the internal security division. While her past of repeated augmentation (and an extremely poor psychological profile) made her unfit for assignment to something like a public-facing security guard, they nonetheless found a use for her. Heather may not have looked like an attractive candidate for normal corpsec... but as a convenient attack dog designed to keep the corporation's traditionalist holdouts in line? She was the perfect person for the job.

Heather spent much of the next six years as an Evo Corp ghost story, transferred quietly between regions with the express purpose of sending a succinct, terrifying message to whatever uppity executive she was assigned to. Compared to more blatant displays of force or sanctions that could reveal the internal strife and mar the company's squeaky clean transhumanist image, it was much more efficient to have a gaunt, red-eyed killer silently appear in the bedrooms of whoever was causing problems. During this time, her handlers had her outfitted with additional augmentations to make her as fit for the job as possible: Near mil-spec cyberlimbs, a bioware package designed to boost her reflexes without making her overly trigger-happy, and a powerful radar sensor that gave her 360 degree perception... right next to the microbomb set to cook half her brain if she stepped out of line.

Her salvation came in a form she didn't expect. Perhaps it was an Evo employee trying to take control of the spook before she came for them, or another corporation seeking to extract her for further research, but someone wanted her bad enough to hire a runner team to do the job. Gertrude "Five-Star" Juarez and another four runners rolled up to the Evo blacksite Heather was being held at, armed to the teeth. A bullet through her handler's head, a few explosions, and an hours-long chase with her trying to outrun Gertrude's van later, and Heather changed hands yet again. Or she would've, if not for some kindness from the shadows.

When she next woke up, she was on a ratty couch in Gertrude's apartment, groggily shaking off a night's worth of sedatives. After the wheelwoman was nearly pounced on while bringing a cup of soykaf to her new guest, Five-Star explained everything. Apparently, the team had managed to net quite a few documents detailing everything about Heather's psych profile and time at Evo during the run. While over half of them were ready to sell her to the J despite any sob stories, Gertrude and another runner managed to convince them otherwise - mostly by promising to cover whatever pay cut they took when they came back empty-handed save for all the information. As of last night, Heather was a free woman, with the tiny, deactivated explosive a street doc had pried out of her skull to prove it.

It took a while for Europa to find her bearings outside of a strictly regimented corporate assassin gig, but nonetheless, she had skills that the shadows needed. Five-Star set her up with a fixer and a beat up old .308 hunting rifle, ready to turn the socially-stunted spook loose into the concrete jungle. In one of those rare moments of generosity and kindness, she was content to just look back and curse herself the next time it came to pay rent - the issue was, Europa refused to actually leave. The cybered-up weirdo was dead set on paying back the favor, and (partially because she had nowhere else to go), she wasn't taking no for an answer.

That was in July of 2081. Now, over a year later, Europa's become a capable, albeit chronically paranoid runner. With the help of her best friend, she's learned the ins and outs of Seattle's shadow community, taking jobs here and there to help pay Gertrude back. All the while, she's kept her eye on Evo Corp, waiting for the day she finally gets a chance at payback. After all - she was made to hunt executives.

Run History

Name	GM	Metaplot	Date of Run
Undervalued Prisoner	Dejapes	Pacific Grudge	29 September 2082
Blissful Ignorance	Discogoblin		6 September 2082
Gland Theft Alto	CutierThanThou		30 August 2082

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In Character Information

Matrix Search Table

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Shadow Community Table

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