Foxtrot

Foxtrot

Rigger
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Discord	LOV.Euphoria
Reddit	Crowe1211
Wiki User	LOV.Euphoria
Metatype	Cyborg
Street Cred	0
Notoriety	0
Public Awareness	0
CDP	2
D.O.B.	2051-08-13
Age	35
Folder	[1]
Priority	Metatype - C Attributes - A Magic/Resonance - E Skills - E Resources - A

Character Information

Summary

Tir Tairngire freedom fighting rigger from the civil war in the 60s, turned early gen borg for MCT, and now free on her feet! She's uh. Having a time.

Goals

• Pay rent
• Find joy in existing again
• Do all the big environmental endurance races (BAJA HERE WE COME BAYBEEEE)

Background

Foxtrot was born in 2051 to a gentry family in Tir Tairngire. They weren't well off, and while mom and dad tried to put her through school, she barely found herself there. Instead, she was out late with her friends, terrorizing the neighbourhood as tiny children, or hot-wiring cars once she was eight. She loved to drive. Unfortunately for her, she'd find herself swept up in the fervour of the revolution. After all, who wouldn't want something better for themselves? She and her lil gang of ne'er-do-wells signed on with the revolution. The monarchy of Tir Tairngire couldn't exist in the way it did.

It was a harsh and bitter time for her; the conflict took her early teenage years from her, took friends, and even her own parents were imprisoned.

During this time, she got a control rig. It wasn't good, really, not for her. She was young and stupid, and she got it when an IED took out a troop transport.

That was the highlight of her time in the conflict, though, as most everything else would be another day-in day-out stream of mental torture. Friends dying. Holing up in shelled out buildings. Drinking dirty water on days they couldn't get anything to their holdfasts.

The conflict would rage, and would see her lose all her friends. Comrades she once looked up to, having turned their backs on a progressive cause, or simply soldiers, dead in ditches. As if the war wasn't sated, it took her legs too, and her left arm - an anti-vehicle mine.

With the conflict coming to a close, Foxtrot did what she could to escape. The rebellion had been sourcing funding and arms from outside of the country; this much was known. It was practically in the playbook of any insurgency. She reached out to the few 'superiors' she had remaining, and smuggled herself north to Seattle. She was free, somewhat, and in salvation she found an extended hand that promised to free her from her ruined state and grant her amnesty from the conflict.

Mitsuhama Computer Technologies.

She didn't think she would end up a cyborg. Truly, who could have imagined it. But the contract was signed - not that she really understood what would happen. Surely, being a cyborg was just a new limb treatment? It was months of conditioning before she understood. She went under the knife and when she woke up, the body she was in felt more like something she was puppeting. It felt more at home than rigging, but still notably off. A haze had set over her senses. More conditioning would follow, and in time she'd be a loyal lapdog of MCT.

Until she was smuggled back into Tir Tairngire. It was supposed to be a simple job. Help her handlers ingratiate themselves with both Tir Government and the Rinelle ke'Tesrae, be what they needed to ease in a new corporate foothold.

Her programming cracked. She remembered one thing: her old field name. Foxtrot.

The proceeding matrix searches occupied her downtime. She would learn all that she could of her old self. It wasnt hard, she had a criminal record a mile long once she connected dots, but the Tir Government had assumed her dead.

Months and years would pass by as she slowly worked her way closer and closer to escaping MCT's clutches. And eventually an opportunity sang out.

A rapid fire series of explosions in Cara'sir was the first signal. An entire cell of the Brat'mal had been wiped out. Shadow conflicts started to rage in the city. It was here that Foxtrot set about building connections, trying to find ties to the life she lived as a young girl. Twenty years had passed by, but the spirit of rebellion had never truly gone away. She secured a largely scrap CCU, a relic from an old early gen like herself, and waited. Months would pass, things would start to quiet again, until a large flying boat had moved in over the border. Not long after, the Rinelle had found they were being poked at, someone coming to clean up after the Brat'mal incident months previous? The details of the following occurrences hadn't found Foxtrot, until the shots rang out. Sniper fire was exchanged in Fairview. As both her and her bosses were operating in the area to keep up with the Rebels of the Spire, she was made to investigate. On arrival she found little remaining, mere spatterings of grey matter and a large blood spray from where a person's head once was. It was too easy. She faked her own death, placing the body of one of her combat forms dead at the scene. It's head unit was thoroughly smashed in to further sell, and the ruined CCU was given the same treatment.

The next hours were a blur. Calling on old contacts she met through Rinnelle affiliates, smugglers, fixers, chop shops, and networkers. Most of which she had to burn for their safety as much as hers. Come dawn the next morning, she was on the road. And MCT had seemingly lost the trail.

She would reappear in Seattle, using what was left of her cash to pay for rent, a new identity, some equipment, and a new shell exterior. A few jobs would come to pass, and she would eventually save up for a truck. Connections made, and a spark she wants to ignite once more, Foxtrot finds herself in the big leagues - ever looking onward.

Narrative Significant Qualities

Positive

• School of Hard Knocks
• Black Market Connections

Negative

• Big Regret (Selling self to MCT)
• Records on File (MCT)
• Predjudiced, specific outspoken (Tir Tairngire Nobility and Peaceforce)
• Thousand Yard Stare 2

Run History

Name	GM	Metaplot	Threat	Date of Run
Opportunistic Pathogens	Scranton		Deadly	7 August 2086

Affiliations

Contacts

Contact	Connection	Loyalty	Archetype	Profession	Aspects	Chips
Biggie Beefcake	1	3	Fixer(A,N,K,G)	Ex-Runner-Turned-Uber & Wannabe Fixer	Iterative Collaboration, Berserk Button, Swoonworthy Sammie, Shockingly Fine Fixer, Ever a Hand on the Pulse of Everett, My Hamster and I	Even
Dottie	4	3	Custom(G,A,K,N)	Mechanic	At Arm's Length, Overworked, Hardcore, Fading Fast, Skidmarks on my Heart, How Much More, Girl of 100 lists, Can't Stop the World, Automatic Rainy Day, This Old Feeling, The New Wave	Even
Kangee	2	2	Custom(A,G,K,N)	Shadowrunner	Specialized Frame, Tapped in the Market, MCT Conditioning, Rigger Equipment, High Tech Savy	Even

Enemies

• MCT
• Tir Tairngire Nobility

In Character Information

Matrix Search Table

Threshold	Result
1
3
6

Shadow Community Table

Threshold	Result
1	A relatively new face on the market, an up and coming rigger
3
5

Assensing Table

Threshold	Result
1
2
3
4
5

SINs

SIN	Issuer	Rating	Licenses
Amelie De Las Rojas	UCAS	R4	Restricted Augmentation, Drivers, Drone, Restricted Vehicle, Rigging,

Character Plot Hooks

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