BlackLace
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| Archetype | |
|---|---|
| Adept Face Puncher | |
| Discord | lov.euphoria |
| [1] | |
| Metatype | Oni (Latent Drake) |
| Street Cred | 0 |
| Notoriety | 1 |
| Public Awareness | 0 |
| CDP | 2 |
| D.O.B. | 25/12/2065 |
| Age | 19 |
| Folder | [2] |
| Priority | Metatype - B Attributes - A Magic/Resonance - C Skills - D Resources - E |
| #Max IGs/Ascension | 10 |
Character Information
Summary
Former ganger turned shadowrunner, BlackLace is a tailor who takes no shit and gives less of one. She's a dip who's not afraid to give a beating, and is happy to lend her skills while looking novahot.
Goals
- Get stronger
- Get Smarter
- Unravel the secrets of ages past
- Keep Bonfire safe and alive
- Become immortal to stay by Bonfire's side
- Make the finest threads
Background
IN WEST PHILI-
Born in raised in the streets of Redmond, Ryn was raised by her loving mother, Ran Fields. But a loving home only does so much in Touristville when school isn't available and neither is a healthy and sane day care system. And so, Ryn found herself in the streets at a very young age. Her childhood cuteness lent to picking pockets, and her oni strength and speed to winning fights with other kids in the area. Touristville was a killing for her.
At least, until she was thirteen. It was one of the neighbourhood trolls. Lad was massive. Sixteen - a teenager by human counts, but a full grown adult to the goblinized. She wasn't much far behind - muscles toned and developed and mind honed by the streets. What she wasn't ready for, though, was to get punched so hard she cracked a brick wall on impact. Worse still was awakening then and there. She felt it all. The troll's very soul as he went to cave her head in. Instinct took over, she let the troll put a hole in the wall, but was behind him when the blow connected with anything. One stiff poke to the back of the neck and massive man dropped to the ground, barely breathing.
Her beatstick attitude won her a small gang of teenagers after that day. And they ran a whole lil cul-de-sac. Little more than petty thugs, but the bigger gangs of actual adults respected their gumption. Ran didn't want much to do with her daughter after she caught her throwing a tourist through a car windshield for his wallet, so Ryn went deeper into Redmond. She embraced the barrens life.
But this was only her public persona. BlackLace had a secret passion the world wouldn't be ready for. Fashion. All throughout her life she adored the styles that came about. How patterns melded and metalwork made accent pieces sing to the eyes. Beating faces was her talent, yes. But fashion had always been her calling. She pinched 'zines still in paper print, saved countlesss pictures of gorgeous outfits, and - where she could - bought bundles of fabric in secret. She always made her own clothes, much to her mother's dismay. What started roughshod eventually imrpoved with time. And now it's generally presentable, but BlackLace still yearns to improve.
She will be one of the greatest fashionistas the world has ever seen. And there is only one real way to prove it. Become a shadowrunner and do some dumb shit to get all eyes on her in her FINEST threads.
Narrative Significant Qualities
Positive
- School of Hard Knocks
- Latent Dracomorphosis
Negative
- Did you just call me dumb?
- Insomnia (Basic)
- Uncouth
Run History
| Name | GM | Metaplot | Date of Run |
|---|---|---|---|
| Let the Hunt Begin! | Bulldogc | Trophäenjagd | 28 January 2084 |
| Ladies of the Night Part 1 | TidanShock | 13 January 2084 |
Affiliations
Contacts
| Contact | Connection | Loyalty | Archetype | Profession | Aspects | Chips |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Alex "Good'ol" Samson | 6 | 1 | Fixer | Fixer | Money Laundry, Haggler, Word On The Street..., Antiques, I Know An Expert, I Have A Bridge To Sell Ya!, Debt Collector, Loan Shark, Take No Wooden Nickles | Even |
| Boozeman | 1 | 1 | Networking | Barkeep | Paranoid, A quiet place, Spelunker, I know where you can find him | Even |
Organizations
Allies
Enemies
In Character Information
Symbols and Signatures
BlackLace's logo is seen on her tailored pieces, which is a black western dragon's face, set over a red spiderweb with golden dew. Foreshadowing.
Matrix Search Table
| Threshold | Result |
|---|---|
| 1 | |
| 3 | |
| 6 |
Shadow Community Table
| Threshold | Result |
|---|---|
| 1 | |
| 3 | |
| 5 |
SINs
Nicole Moore
- Adept License
- Bodyguard License
Appearance
Standing five foot eight and incredibly well trim and toned, BlackLace isn't that hard on the eyes for most folks - aside from scars, tattoos, and some minor scarification done on her thigh. With all that said though, her looks are quickly dashed by her talk. Foul-mouthed and foul-tempered, BlackLace often finds herself wearing her real colours on her sleeves.
Despite this, she is about as classic red oni as it gets - red skin, horns, and yellow eyes that burn with hate. While she may be missing most of the fang work, she does have a snagglefang on her left side pointing down.
Clothing
Handmade and done with surprising taste, BlackLace's threads are built for the streets of Redmond. Be it her simple black croptop that she fashioned outta whatever cloth she could get her hands on, or her gauntlets made of old car parts and rivetted onto old gator leather. Even her jeans she did herself, looting what she could from a few smaller tailoring businesses in the area.
Matrix Persona
[Default]