|Absolute Jank ass Loon, Rigger|
|Yee dude we're all gonna rig into that beautiful broken TV set screen sky, hyphy|
|Titles and Awards||0|
|D.O.B.||April 30th 2057|
Metatype - C
Attributes - C
Magic/Resonance - E
Skills - C
Resources - A
Not that's is hella difficult or anything bubba but I just wanna become one with that cyber rigjock speed force, drek'll be dank
Oh hell yeah bubba this is hella great you know what I mean, no, no you don't but that's why I'm going to spin it up for you, this drek fucking slaps.
So it started between 2 days or up to 13 years ago, wait no back up, small childhood details, real quick. I was born to KITT warehouse riggers in San Francisco, humans, let's make that clear, because I was human. They weren't SINner, so neither was I, but I still got my rig because the octo runs in the family, and since I was Tamil, I eventually got a transfer to a Sri Lankan resort, as a "Guest Satisfaction Analyst Rigger", which means I shuttled rich fucks around to different resorts and to tourist attractions, and vaporized anyone who tried to stop Mr. Nuyenbags from having the time of his life.
Anyway, one guest, if this was a trid it would matter who he was because there would be this wack as hell scene in a couple years where he pops up in this hella thicc mech suit and screams "IT WAS I, GREASE, I PLOTTED TO HAVE YOU BECOME A MONKEY", but its not so, oh right the guest. Anyway, he wanted to see the Ganges, which, sure, river time, so I fly him over. Anyway, this was a terrible idea because he now wants to get in the Ganges. This was not cleared with his sec team, because he didn't tell us, so they weren't even with us. Slaps I'm probably gonna lose my job either way, so I decide to do what I think is the lesser chance of me being only getting to rig into a cardboard box for the rest of my life, and let him out. Mr. Nuyenbags runs into the water and someone immediately starts to drown, probably because he was conked on Red Orchid at the time. I fly over and slap the winch onto him, because A. He ain't gonna remember, and B. I can't swim, and just as I'm towing him out, a massive magical wave, not on any sensor knocks my helo into the water, me with it, and I black out.
I drag myself out of the muck hours later, half a meter shorter, with a tail, fur all over my body, and a third eye growing out of my forehead. I lose it.
I go to a corporate hospital, SIN is immediately flagged and burned due to wildly different genetic data. That slaps, I would have my head on a platter if I stayed anyway. Fled back home, should figure something out, that would be hella nice.
Narrative Significant Qualities
- Changeling, SURGE Class 3
Due to the mana surge in the Ganges, they were turned from a human into a hanuman, as well as acquired a third eye.
- Poor Self control thrill seeker
Go Fast Eat Ass
- Bad Luck
|Name||GM||Metaplot||Date of Run|
|A nice walk in the woods||KaterSalem||Enemy within||21 November 2082|
|Footprints in the Sand||Darklordiablo||Get off our Lawn|
|6 November 2082|
|Homeward Bound By Ramshackle Glory||DrBurst||3 October 2081|
|Garuda||6||1||Fixer||Mansur Smuggler and fixer||Mansur Company Woman, Experienced Smuggler organizer., Dwarf, Mansur persuasion, MPA affiliate, Guns Guns Guns, Big Sur Pirate affiliate||Even|
|Carlos Castle||4||1||Legwork||Knight Errant Lobbyist||Security Specialist, Knight Errant, The San Francisco Treat, Digital Sleuth, A Pawn's Precision||Even|
In Character Information
Symbols and Signatures
Matrix Search Table
|1||Grease is a 1978 American musical romantic comedy film based on the 1971 musical of the same name by Jim Jacobs and Warren Casey. Written by Bronte Woodard and directed by Randal Kleiser in his theatrical feature film debut, the film depicts the lives of greaser Danny Zuko and Australian transfer student Sandy Olsson who develop an attraction for each other. The film stars John Travolta as Danny, Olivia Newton-John as Sandy, and Stockard Channing as Betty Rizzo, the leader of the Pink Ladies.|
Shadow Community Table
- Fake SIN Rating 5: Shirin Foroutan(CFS)
Grease is an eclectic, dirty, wild woman in meat space. Hairy legs lead up to a skinny and fairly unwashed body that smells of a machine shop that burned down in the jungle. Their broad flat nose is emblazoned a face covered in small burn scars, a gigantic loony smile, and bits of jewelry here and there, framed by a mass of thick brown hair, sometimes poorly tied up into a top knot using the cable from their jack.
They're usually found in a bright but dirty mechanics jumpsuit, wearing no shoes, bizarre and out of place industrial headware, and have a rubber attachment on the back allowing their tail to come out.
An oily flaming mess of broken car parts in a vaguely contiguous sphere