Ibis
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| Decker and Face | |
|---|---|
| Otaku to Not-Technomancer | |
| Discord | @Sleevey#3686 |
| [1] | |
| Metatype | Human (Nartaki) |
| Street Cred | 0 |
| Notoriety | -1 |
| Public Awareness | 0 |
| CDP | 10 |
| D.O.B. | Character's Date of Birth |
| Age | 26 |
| Folder | [2] |
| Priority | Metatype - E Attributes - C Magic/Resonance - E Skills - A Resources - A |
Character Information
Summary
An albino Nartaki who was an otaku for a few short months. After feeling the freedom of gliding through the matrix and having it stripped away, they are willing to use all their charm and all their decking skill to get it back. And also do some hacktvisism along the way!
Goals
Emerge as a technomancer
Infiltrate the Heavenly Host
Bring down the forces of oppression on the matrix
Background
Sarya Banahatti was always a little bizarre. Their parents were wageslaves in India and while the birth of the tiny, four armed albino thing might have driven most families apart, the parents were further spurred to love and care for the nartaki. It wasn't easy either. Their albinoism, nartaki-ness and variety of other health concerns made keeping them alive, happy and healthy was expensive. Their parents perpetually at work, they found themself along at home and their parents got them a nice datajack to connect to the matrix. Keep them entertained. Little did they know the little 6 year old was about to meet the God of the Matrix.
Sarya encountered the Deep Resonance. Or Deus. Or something. It was all kind of a blur. All that mattered was that for the time being they were free to make the matrix into their playground. If they had stuck around longer, they might have met others. May have joined a cult to Deus, may have done all sorts of interesting things. Unluckily, or perhaps luckily, a few months after the 6 year old emerged as an otaku, the second matrix crash fell upon them like a tidal wave.
The dumpshock was legendary. By all rights, they should not have survived. And yet, to their dismay, they lived on. The doctors would not let them die, try as they might. After years and years of expensive treatments and a rotating ensemble of drugs and doctors and scalpels, they were declared fit to go. At some point their father had died and they would blame the financial stress their near death experience had put on the household. They spent the next few years going through the motions but nothing would ever come close to those few months of matrix freedom.
When the existence of technomancers became common knowledge and then the existence of those otaku's who had re-emerged into technomancers, Sarya went down a rabithole. They were determined to re-emerge. They prayed to a dozen different Gods, went down every avenue of matrix research in the hope they could find that freedom again. One particularly dark evening, they followed down a shady lead to a dark place and wound getting jumped by some gangers, stabbed in the gut, robbed and left for dead. As they lay there on the ground, still stubbornly refusing to die, they considered their quest. Was it worth it? They crawled their way to docwagon.
They pushed on, still continuing to live. They had learned to find some small happiness in the waking world. It wasn't so bad. They were smart, charismatic. They probably could have a bright future. Then they got their first deck. It didn't compare to that first time they emerged but it was the only thing that came anywhere fucking close.
After a few years dawdling in the matrix, putting their skills towards hacktivist work, they got a call. It seemed their hacking for justice had caught the right kind of attention and they got an invitation to work in Shadowhaven. They did a little bit of research. With a little bit of amateur detective work, they found some ties between shadowhaven and technomancers. Actual fucking technomancers. The embers of that fire that had raged so strong began to light once more.
Narrative Significant Qualities
Positive
First Impression - Their porcelain skin and sharp features leave a strong impression.
Codeslinger (Hack on the Fly) - Ibis is not the confrontational sort. They prefer to slink around, both in the matrix and meatspace.
Impenetrable logic - One's mind is the best defense
Negative
Albinism 1 - They were born albino. What more is there to say
A Crash Shattered Mind (Bi-Polar, Flashbacks, Social Stress, Reduced Sense: Taste, Reduced Sense: smell) - In addition to the physical damage, the dumpshock they endured had a lasting effect on their mind, even to this day.
Driven - Re-Connecting to the Resonance will always be their main goal.
Phobia (Gangers) - Getting knifed and left to die has lasting psychological effects.
Social Appearance Anxiety - They like to be clean and coifed okay! Can you blame them??
Run History
| Name | GM | Metaplot | Date of Run |
|---|---|---|---|
| Gifts From The Heart | Archtmag | By Royal Decree | 8 October 2082 |
| Something That History has not Forgotten | PatGrffin | Dead Gods Stir | 28 September 2082 |
| Fragmented Vineyard | Asmodeus | 8 September 2082 | |
| Charon's New Groove | Sarcarian | 8 August 2082 | |
| A Lil' Legwork Never Killed Anyone | Si1as | A Taint On Us All | 6 August 2082 |
Affiliations
Contacts
| Contact | Connection | Loyalty | Archetype | Profession | Aspects | Chips |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Handriel | Contact Not Found. Please create contact using Template:Contact. | 2 | You may also see User:Free Sprite for bot instructions. | Even | ||
| Dr. Henry Wallace | 6 | 4 | Custom(G,A,K,N) | Cybertechnologist | Cybertechnologist, Designer Deltaware, Cyber Snob, Embrace the Chrome, Biotechnologist, Black Market Pipeline, Cyber-Singularity Seeker | Even |
Organizations
Allies
The Heavenly Host
Enemies
In Character Information
Symbols and Signatures
Their marks and matrix actions generally take the form of them 'casting spells'
Matrix Search Table
| Threshold | Result |
|---|---|
| 1 | The American White Ibis is a bird native to the CAS, UCAS and Native American Nations |
| 3 | It is a medium sized bird with white plumage. Males are larger and have longer bills than females. Their diet consists mainly of small aquatic prey. |
| 6 | A hacktivist by that name makes the rounds, although they are careful to pick up their tracks |
Shadow Community Table
| Threshold | Result |
|---|---|
| 1 | |
| 3 | |
| 5 |
SINs
Hannah Goldlewis: r4
Appearance
A thin albino Nartaki. Their eyes are a soft red, their skin a porceline white and 2 small horns poke out from their forehead. While they dood have four arms, they like to hide the lower two within their coat whenever possible. Their hair a choppy pixie cut and their dress is immaculaute. They speak slowly, softly and deliberately. As a result of lifelong frailness and nearly lethal dump-shock, they walk with a cane.
Matrix Persona
Their persona is that of a masked humanoid in brilliantly white robes. The robes obscure their form underneath and the mask is in the shape of birds beak, similar to a plague doctors mask.