Screech

Screech

Infected Explorer and Face
Just a rat in a cage
Discord	@disco goblin#9660
Reddit	[1]
Metatype	Dwarf (Gnawer)
Street Cred	0
Notoriety	1
Public Awareness	0
CDP	4
D.O.B.	December 15th, 2059
Age	25
Folder	[2]
Priority	Metatype - C Attributes - B Magic/Resonance - C Skills - B Resources - E

Character Information

Summary

A former university student who got infected with strain 2 and slapped with a criminal SIN. Faced with a complete lack of prospects and an appearance that makes most people retch, she's turned to using her newfound powers for crime to make ends meet. She may not be able to cast spells or harness Qi or anything like that, but she can talk to rats and punch spirits really hard. Honestly, what more do you need?

Goals

• Pay her rent
• Stay out of prison
• Meet more infected and come to terms with her identity

Background

Joan Angelo was born as the middle child of a military family in Ft. Lewis. Assigned masculine at birth, she spent most of her adolescence stewing in closeted resentment over her conservative family. When she finally got accepted into Seattle University's art program it was like a dream come true, a chance to discover herself while going to school for something she loved. She quickly ingratiated herself in the campus, taking her new name and building up a circle of friends that she thought would stick by her no matter what. Time served to prove her wrong.

About two years into her education Joan contracted HMHVV at a rave. She's still not entirely sure how (memories from that night are more than a little hazy), but by the time morning came around her transformation had begun. At first it just seemed like a bad fever; ashy skin, chills, and an absurdly high temperature that put her in bed for several days. Then came the changes. Her skin turned a deathly grey pallor and her hair began falling out in clumps. Horrible growing pains wracked her body as her fingers and teeth extended into razor points. Her vision blurred as cataracts formed over her permanently dried out eyes. It wasn't just the physical changes either; she could feel the emotions of the other students in the building, see things that weren't there before even though her eyes were now blind. By the time Joan figured out what was actually happening to her she realized one last thing: she hadn't eaten in days.

Leaving her room for the first time in a week Joan set out, covering as much of her body as she could. One of her roommates tried to talk to her on the way out and it took everything Joan had to not pounce on them. They looked delicious. She turned away, disgusted with herself, and hurried out of the building. Her newly awakened astral sight barley kept her from tripping as she made her way to the medical school, hoping to break in and steal one of their cadavers. She didn't even make it to the door. When the cops arrived they found her slumped against the ward outside of the building, desperately trying to claw her way through. When she offered no resistance, the officers restrained her with a mage jacket and tossed her in the car to begin an extended tour of the UCAS legal system. It's a wonder she didn't starve to death.

Lone Star's multi-week processing left her with three things: a criminal SIN, a pitifully small amount of bone, and a notice that she'd be shot on sight if she didn't show up for her trial. Her parents had posted bail but they wanted nothing more to do with her, and all of the friends she thought she'd had turned their backs on the newly formed "monster". The first thing in her email inbox was an eviction notice from her university, and before long she wound up squatting in a Barrens no-tell with her remaining savings. At least the rats were friendly.

Joan's trial came and went, sticking her with a parole officer and a starvation ration of her fellow criminals' bones. In the last few months she's set about trying to rebuild her life, surviving off art commissions and an extremely niche OnlyFans page. It's barely enough to keep her head above water; employment opportunities for a criminal gnawer are nonexistent, and just because her college kicked her out doesn't mean those loans are going away. Lucky for her she's got Fiendest, a fellow ghoul she met while astrally projecting to an all infected club. Joan's been hooked up with an in to the Haven, a place where she can hopefully find some work that will actually pay her bills. Or get arrested again. It's a coin flip.

Narrative Significant Qualities

Positive

Talks to Rats (Mentor Spirit: Rat Alt): Rat appeared to Joan while she was starving in that Lone Star jail, teaching her self-reliance during the most difficult time of her life. Such self reliance is as much of a hinderance as a help; Joan's been burned one too many times, and as such is incredibly slow to trust.

Fast Learner (School of Hard Knocks): The past couple months have been a valuable lesson for how the world really works. Joan may not be adjusted to her new situation yet, but she's getting there quick.

Negative

Rat in a Cage: (Ex-Con, Criminal SIN, Moderate Phobia: Incarceration): As a registered Gnawer, Joan is kept on a tight leash by the state. She has an uptight parole officer, Beatrice, who she has to meet with twice a week. She's subject to random stops and home inspections at all times of the day, and is often stalked by cops just itching for an excuse toss her back in jail. Her time starving in lockup has given Joan a phobia of imprisonment, so she goes through great lengths to ensure that they don't get one.

Choul as a Ghoul (Ugly and Doesn't Care, Favored: Ghouls): There're a million pithy ways to describe Joan's appearance. Beef jerky, a rotting corpse, a walking advertisement for lotion; she's heard them all and she's sick of it. If she's gonna be a monster, then she's gonna fucking own it.

Disaster Goth (Distinctive Style): Joan will wear any color she wants, as long as its black. Although she typically covers up in public, the clothes she does it with are often just as memorable as her more monstrous features.

Run History

Name	GM	Metaplot	Date of Run
What I do for a Paycheck	PatGriffin		21 September 2082
On Angel's Wings	PatGriffin	Call of the Shadows	17 September 2082

Affiliations

Contacts

Contact	Connection	Loyalty	Archetype	Profession	Aspects	Chips
Fiendest	2	5	Fixer	HMHVV Fanatic	Wanted, Infected Organizer, Lavawalker, Terrordome, Darkdweller	Even
Zigzag	1	4	Service	Driver/Organlegger	Ghoul Organlegger, Actually a Good Driver, Dead Drop, Infected Networker	Even

Enemies

• Beatrice Ingles, Joan's parole officer. While not exceptionally unpleasant (by cop standards) Ingles makes little effort to hide her resentment at being assigned to an infected. The relationship between the two is strained at best, especially since Ingles walked in on Joan making one of her "Pork Roast" shirts.

In Character Information

Symbols and Signatures

Joan's astral form is a slightly bulkier version of herself wearing full corpse paint and armored goth leathers. Various parts of her body split open into mouths when she attacks.

Matrix Search Table

Threshold	Result
1	A few results for some aging punk vocalist from the 2040's. Apparently they go by the same name.
3	A bit of digging comes up with a small P2.0 account and an associated online store. She's selling handmade clothes, art commissions, and a couple of tasteful videos for the discerning ghoul. A girl's gotta eat.
6	A search through the global SIN registry brings up a face match for one "Joan Angelo", a college dropout and known Gnawer currently in a rehabilitation program.

Shadow Community Table

Threshold	Result
1	Nothing notable to speak of. They're probably new to the scene.
3	A small time runner operating around Redmond. They're infected, but don't seem to have an exceptional talent for magic. They've got a criminal SIN, so be careful about associating.
5	A gnawer and explorer who can face when the situation allows. Known to associate with members of the 162's. Not only do they have a criminal SIN, but they're also actively on parole.

SINs

• Joan Angelo (Real, UCAS Criminal. Known Gnawer)
• Juliet Reynolds (R3 fake, UCAS)
  • Service animal license

Appearance

A rail thin, taller than average gnawer with a number of facial piercings. Her head is bald, and her flaky grey skin looks almost like its rotting. She's got long claws and a mouth of razor sharp teeth. Her original eyes have been replaced with black and yellow cybereyes, which light up when she feels like making a fashion statement.

Clothing

All black. All the time.

Matrix Persona

A black robed Mary Lwyd with a rat skull instead of a horse.