Gauzz

Gauzz

Rigger Medic
That others Might Live
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Metatype	Human
Street Cred	0
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Public Awareness	0
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Folder	[1]
Priority	Metatype - D Attributes - C Magic/Resonance - E Skills - B Resources - A

Character Information

Goals

Save some Lives, Maybe make up for some of those he didn't.

Background

Dan Gordon started his career in the clean, contract-bound world of corporate emergency medicine. He was never the polished face that DocWagon put in recruitment trid spots, but he was the one they wanted in the back of the transport when a platinum subscriber was full of shrapnel and the extraction zone was still hot. He had the hands for trauma work, the memory for anatomy, and the cold nerves necessary to decide who could be saved and who was already gone.

His specialty became field stabilization under hostile conditions. Gunshot wounds, crash trauma, bad bioware installs, drug complications, chemical exposure — Gauzz saw all of it. Somewhere along the way, “Dan Gordon” stopped being the name people used. The nickname started as a joke from another medic after he burned through half a case of gauze keeping a client alive during a rotary-wing evac. It stuck. By the end of his DocWagon years, even dispatch knew him as Gauzz.

He was good enough to earn trust, but not polished enough to rise cleanly through the corporate structure. Gauzz had questions. Why certain clients were prioritized. Why certain bodies disappeared from records. Why Seattle operations sometimes routed medical transport through places no ambulance should have been sent unless someone wanted witnesses removed. He learned to fly, learned to rig, learned to patch meat while half-jacked into a vehicle, and learned that “emergency medicine” in the Sixth World was often just another word for extraction, containment, or cleanup.

The breaking point came during a private response call in Tacoma. Officially, it was a medical transport. Unofficially, it was a corporate retrieval operation gone sideways. Gauzz’s team arrived to find a target with illegal augmentation damage, two civilians caught in the crossfire, and standing orders to save only the asset. Gauzz disobeyed. He stabilized everyone he could, falsified the timing on the run report, and used the transport’s systems to muddy the evidence. The civilians lived. The asset vanished into corporate custody. Gauzz kept his license, but only because no one wanted the incident investigated too closely.

After that, his relationship with legitimate medicine became complicated.

These days, Gauzz operates as a private medical transport pilot based out of Kent, Tacoma, and Seattle. On paper, he is a licensed professional with a respectable high lifestyle, valid medical credentials, and a clean enough identity to pass inspection. Off paper, he is the kind of medic shadowrunners call when the hospital is not an option, the patient has bullets in places that raise questions, or the extraction vehicle needs to fly through hostile airspace. His Avibras-Nissan AN 822 is less an aircraft than a mobile trauma bunker: armored, equipped with a Valkyrie module, rigged for direct control, and modified to keep both patient and pilot alive when a simple ambulance would be a coffin.

Gauzz does not think of himself as a criminal. That would be too simple. He thinks of himself as a medic who stopped asking permission.

His fixer, Alessa P., knows his value. Gauzz can fly, shoot from a rigged platform when necessary, and keep a dying runner breathing long enough to regret their life choices. He is not the team’s face, not the muscle, and definitely not the stealth expert. But when things go bad — and in the shadows, they always do — Gauzz is the difference between a botched run and a survivable one.

He still keeps some old DocWagon habits. He records everything. He remembers faces. He knows the Seattle medical response grid better than most dispatchers. He can tell the difference between street drugs by pupil response, scent, and the way a patient’s hands shake. He has patched gangers, executives, smugglers, runners, and people who swore they were “just bystanders.” He has learned not to ask too many questions before treatment.

Narrative Significant Qualities

Positive

Aptitude (First Aid) Common Sense Gifted Healer Stabilization Photographic Memory

Run History

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Affiliations

Former DocWagon Driver/Medic

Contacts

Contact	Connection	Loyalty	Archetype	Profession	Aspects	Chips
Alessa P	4	3	Fixer	Owner of The Daze	The Daze, Shadow Connections, Ear to the Ground, Punk Rocker, Bootleggers	Even

In Character Information

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Appearance

Dan Gordon doesn’t look like the kind of man who survives gunfights for a living. At five-foot-eight and around two hundred pounds, Gauzz has the build of someone more accustomed to hauling trauma kits, body bags, and injured clients than trading blows in an alley. He is solid rather than athletic, with tan skin, brown eyes, and short brown hair usually kept practical and out of the way. His face has the permanent tiredness of a man who has seen too many people bleeding out under bad lighting, but his eyes remain sharp, clinical, and unnervingly calm.

He usually dresses like someone who expects every job to become a medical emergency: armored form-fitting body armor under plain coveralls, a helmet nearby, gloves stuffed into a pocket, and a medkit never far from reach. His gear is practical, scuffed, and clearly used. He favors glasses with enhanced optics and earbuds tuned for filtering chaos into useful sound. His left hand is an obvious cybernetic replacement, not flashy or chrome-plated for effect, but utilitarian — a tool, like everything else he carries.

Gauzz has a deliberate way of moving. He is not quick in the street samurai sense, nor graceful in the way of professional infiltrators. Instead, he moves like a field surgeon under fire: economical, focused, and always mentally triaging the room. His attention constantly flicks to exits, bodies, cover, likely wound channels, and whether someone is still breathing. When he talks, he tends to be blunt and dry, with a bedside manner that has been sanded down by too many bad nights. He may not be charming, but when he says, “You’re going to live,” people tend to believe him.

Clothing

Typically he is seen in his armored body glove/flight coveralls

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