P23
| Archetype | |
|---|---|
| (Short Blurb) | |
| Discord | @lov.euphoria |
| [1] | |
| Metatype | Elf |
| Street Cred | 0 |
| Notoriety | 0 |
| Public Awareness | 0 |
| CDP | 30 |
| D.O.B. | Character's Date of Birth |
| Folder | [Drive URL Link] |
| Priority | Metatype - X Attributes - X Magic/Resonance - X Skills - X Resources - X |
| #Max IGs/Ascension | 0 |
Character Information
Summary
Paz was born to a world she didn't want and was scorned by it. Now she wants nothing but to carve her own fate away from the cultures she was born into.
Goals
"...We'll get there, yeah? Let's focus on making the world know I was real."
Background
Born to titled parents of the Tir Tairngire chivalry who held stature not only in the court but as well as at the local Ares Macrotech facilities, Pacifica Oceanic was adored by her parents until ripe age of 16. Everything changed that day when she told her parents, for her birthday no less, that she didn't want to be nobility. She didn't want to work at a corporate job. She didn't want these expectations thrust upon her.
And they took exception to that.
Burning the young girl's SIN, disowning her and vowing to never dare acknowledge her presence if she had the audacity to make herself known to them again. Paz was heartbroken, to say the least. And she did what any young girl who no longer existed would do - she took the motorcycle she was given for her birthday last year, a hefty sum of her parent's liquid assets, and ran to Seattle.
There, she forged her own path for three years, modelling when the coin started to dry up. Eventually [now that she was of legal age] she tried her hand at joying, trying to make the cash she was used to living at. But the gigs weren't enough. Especially not now that there was am empty feeling sinking into the pit of her stomach. That she wasn't enough. For her, for the world, for anyone. Surely, of course, this was just about her looks, right? Some sweet new modular synthetic limbs would fix that! And they did, for the time being. She started an onifans, she did a couple errand runs, she made decent cash. It wasn't long before she stumbled upon shadowrunning and the real paydirt to be found. Paz sold her synthetics back to Dr. Henry Wallace, gave him almost every last ounce of scratch she had. She knew that between whatever limbs he could give her, tuned out to the max and her ol' trusty shotty -- There was nothing this world could do to stop her.
...hopefully.
Narrative Significant Qualities
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Run History
Affiliations
Contacts
| Contact | Connection | Loyalty | Archetype | Profession | Aspects | Chips |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Dr. Henry Wallace | 6 | 1 | Custom(G,A,K,N) | Cybertechnologist | Cybertechnologist, Designer Deltaware, Cyber Snob, Embrace the Chrome, Biotechnologist, Black Market Pipeline, Cyber-Singularity Seeker | Even |
| Hyena | 6 | 1 | Fixer | Fixer | Former Grey Wolf, Business Owner, Know Your Neighbors, A Taste For Violence, Secret Stash, Firepower, Racketeer | Even |
| Beatrice Veronica | 6 | 1 | Gear | Weapons World Seattle R&D Executive Officer | Company Woman, At Arm's Length, Working Hours, Weapons World, Heavy Ordnance, Assault on (Every) Keep, Longarms Love, Snip(e) It for Me!, Automatically Available, Pretty Pistol, Ares Insider, Wheeling and Dealing, Armed and Fabulous | Even |
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In Character Information
Symbols and Signatures
Matrix Search Table
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Shadow Community Table
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Assensing Table
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