Iddure

Iddure

Archetype
Social Aware
Discord (Preferred contact method)	@Twinnie.
Reddit	ShortScorpio
Metatype	Sukuyan (Human)
Street Cred	0
Notoriety	0
Public Awareness	0
CDP	0
D.O.B.	September 10th, 2040
Age	45
Folder	Drive
Priority	Metatype - B Attributes - A Magic/Resonance - E Skills - B Resources - E
#Max IGs/Ascension	0
# Optional Infected powers allowed	0
Essence(Current/Max):	6/12

Iddure contains themes of depression, depersonalization, derealization along with depictions of disordered eating behaviors, HMHVV infection and modern human trafficking. If any of these topics make you uncomfortable, please stop reading here.

Character Information

Summary

An infected corporate aligned social aware.

Goals

Protect Federated-Boeing from ShadowHaven based threats.

Background

Born Amelie Odile on September 10th, 2040, to a poor rural Haitian family, Amelie had a relatively normal sinless life, and grew up working; helping around the house to working under the table. As Amelie grew older, she sought to aim higher and gain more money for her family; A UCAS corporation was opening up a new branch in the neighboring island of Cuba, and at 14 she set off to try and make her way to Federated-Boeing due to a Zobop affiliated elder apparently having an in for some under the table work with the corporation, and he was happy to take her under his wing for a small fee of 500¥. Amelie worked hard for the next year and with scraping and saving, managed to collect the money. The truth was far from that simple; when Amelie arrived in Havana, she was locked in a small dark room. It took what felt like days, but eventually she was let out and the men who had taken her to Cuba explained how things were going to work from now on; she was to take the fake sin and commlink, and to work as a janitor at Federated-Boeing's new Havana plant. She would be fed once a day, and until she worked off her debt of 500,000¥, all of her paycheck would be surrendered to them. Trapped in a country she did not speak the language of, and seeing no other way out, she took the sin and commlink and went to work. The work was back breaking, Amelie required to pick up as much overtime as she was allowed, leaving her hungry and exhausted as she worked long shifts. This lasted for five years, the yearly interest usually setting Amelie further back into debt to the Zobop.

「It was a lonely night on September 9th, 2060 as Amelie looked to the clock. Her birthday was in mere hours, but she would not be celebrating--She did not have the heart to tell her Spanish speaking coworkers in her poor Spanish that she was 'celebrating' her birthday soon with more work, and that there was no celebration when she got home. If her Zobop lords were feeling generous, she would maybe get an extra piece of fruit with dinner. If she was lucky, it would be her favorite Guinep. Beginning her rounds slowly mopping across the tile floors, she badged in to the mana experiment area--At least, the area she was allowed. She never saw anyone working beyond the doors, simply the two guards who sat outside them, looking stoically bored. Greeting them, she began the lazy S shape mopping pattern required for this area. The area behind the doors began to light up with activity, shouting, alarms, and gunshots. The door ripped open and a beat of a man tore through the guards, leaving Amelie frozen in terror. She knew what he was as soon as she saw him, a soulless Sukuyan mad with hunger. The mop was hardly a weapon, but even shaky hands will make a weapon from anything, anything to keep the monster away. Shattering the plastic handle as if it was made of nothing and knocking Amelie down, the world fades away as the sharp pain of being bitten cascades into the flood of endorphins and the sounds of gunfire.」

Waking, in a Federated-Boeing hospital room, what had happened was.... Somewhat explained. Her canines grew, her body cooled, and her deep brown eyes becoming a honey orange color -- She was now a Sukuyan. Her soul was gone; she was dead. There was no more Amelie. She only had one choice now, and that was to join the Federated-Boeing family, and to do as they demanded of her. Her being a corporate runner was out of convenience to make use of her and to prevent the accident from leaking out and compromising Federated-Boeing's integrity as the corporation was just beginning to establish themselves in Havana. It was only years later she would learn the nature of the relationship of Federated-Boeing and the Zobop, who traded Sukuyan to the corporation for a pliable population of awakened to use as they saw fit. Kept drugged and constantly hungry, Iddure as she was christened lurked amongst the shadows, largely working to thwart the efforts of Ares who did not like the smaller corporation attempting to establish itself.

Iddure was not paid in nuyen, or corporate scrip, her payment was the ability to feed, and she quickly found it was easier to shut down and accept her fate than to argue. Once she was no longer needed to deal with the Ares threat, she was sent to Miami to continue to work for the corporate interests there. Eventually Iddure had acquired too much social wealth and power in Miami, even daring to have a home outside of Federated-Boeing approved housing, and there was a fear she would escape. Something had to be done with the corporate asset before it flew the nest.

The Iddure of Seattle only exists due to a chance meeting with Brodie J, several days deep in a bender deciding to crash his father's work function in true Brodie J fashion; sneaking in. Standing in a security hallway preparing to peer into the astral when a drunk and high Brody J slithers out of a ventilation shaft. This causes the Sukuyan to panic, flagging the potential drunken intruder who seems more concerned with perfecting his 'taking off the mirror shades to reveal another pair of mirror shades' rizz than the awkward vampire looking to Tee and Vee for an explanation. The situation is diffused as between the twins answering her security communication and Brodie J continues to lay on the moves, instead asking to take her to the bar. Stuck in an incredibly awkward position, she complied, walking him to the bar and having several rounds of cocktails under the gaze of the twins, but most notably the withering gaze of Alexander-James Brodrick Johnson II, the corp kid's father.

This sealed the problem of what to do with the flight risk of a runner. Packing up the gilded cage and it's occupant, Iddure was shipped off from the warm nights of the Miami sprawl to the frigid nights of the Seattle sprawl. This travel was not in luxury, but bare minimums, and between the sickly life she had led, the climate change was the final nail in her coffin to display the toll of atrophy. What could not been torn away from her home in Miami was the connections found in the shadows of the shadows, where those who ate the members of the shadows who wouldn't be missed gathered. From there, and with Brodie J, Iddure was able to scrape together the fragments of her reputation she had built elsewhere and put them towards her new home.

Why the Haven? Someone has to keep an eye on the 'shadowdudes'.

Narrative Significant Qualities

Positive

Soul Swallowing Suit: (It Works If You Work It, Soul Swaller, Dual-Natured Defender) Iddure is a Sukuyan and has made an art out of a quick extraction of her needed essence while keeping herself alive.

Viper in the Grass: (Too Pretty to Hit, Watch the Suit) Despite being dead as long as she lived, Iddure found infection was kind to preserving her youth and looks.

One Lucky Sucker: (Lucky, Infected: Sukuyan [Human]) Iddure is a Sukuyan, which other infected would argue means she won the genetic lottery with a cocktail in hand. Seethe and mald without your cocktails!

Negative

For CEO and Corporation, Right or Wrong: (Records on File: Federated-Boeing, SINner: Corporate, Federated-Boeing) Iddure doesn't have a choice anymore, and has grown comfortable with the idea of simply shutting her brain off in order to complete the job for the people who allow her to live.

Forgotten How to People: (Social Appearance Anxiety 3, Faceless) Spending so much of her time either in her Federated-Boeing housing or being simply seen as a tool, Iddure has somewhat forgotten how everyday people interact with the world around them, and struggles unless she is dressed to a manner she sees appropriate, and dons the literal and metaphorical mask of a normal person.

Views on Infected and Feeding

Iddure firmly believes that infected who do not acknowledge their monstrous nature, consumption of innocent metahumans or attempt to posit they retain their humanity are cowards and weak. Additionally, per her native Taino religious beliefs, she believes infection is a loss of a part of the soul that gives one their humanity (ti bon ange), leaving behind a corrupted body containing only the gros bon ange, missing the soul of their humanity and rendering infected soulless. Due to this, depictions of Taino zemi make her very uncomfortable, and extended exposure will cause emotional distress.

Due to the contractual arrangement of her employment, Iddure does not feed to sate herself or to gain excess essence without permission from her fixer or her handler, unless it is her first run of a contractual month (this can be withheld if she owes either contact chips). Iddure will feed if it is to prevent herself from going feral, but all feeding will occur on table of specifically terrified individuals. No other emotion will suffice, even when feral.

Run History

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Affiliations

Contacts

Contact	Connection	Loyalty	Archetype	Profession	Aspects	Chips
Alexander-James Brodrick Johnson III	4	3	Networking	CorpKid	Party all Night... What time is it?, Everybody's Friend., Did Someone say Drugs?, Brodie J IN THE HOUSE!, Ride Wrecked? Brodie J's got it!, Oh yeah! I have a job!, Good looks, Money, and a savant-level understanding of rocket physics	Even
Tee & Vee	2	5	Generalist	Bodyguards	Morning People, Silent Protectors, Bodyguards, The Rich and the Restless, THE CASE, Our Other Boss is Fed-Bo, Cyberimplanted Combatants	Even
Charles "The Prince" Diallo	6	1	Fixer	Federated-Boeing Executive	Family Matters, A Man Of Principle, An Evening With Diallo Is Magic, Bermuda Triangle, Frequent Flier, Shadow Connections, Corporate Comfort, (White Picket) Fence, You Can Take an Ork From The Underground..., MOMma's Boy, Uruk-hai	Even
Mr. A. Johnson	6	1	Fixer	Secretary to Mr. Johnson	Spirit Snob, I Expensed It, Master Scheduler, Mana Void, Put in a Good Word, Night Life, Spirit Collector, Smooths Over All Things, Garrottes, Strings, and All Other Things	Even
Cecelia Cross	5	2	Networking	CATco Employee	Secret Technomancer, Woman Scorned, Tech Expert, Matrix Master, Corporate Life, Network Angel	Even
Cascade	4	3	Service	International Smuggler and Fence	It's not fun if there's no Risk!, Smuggler Specialist, Garage of Ganked Gear, Stimulant Savant, Getaway Driver, Driver picks the Music, Passenger shuts their trap	Even
LB	2	5	Custom(A,N,K,G)	Tamanous Dumpster Fire	Tamanous Made Man, Goes Loud, Mystic Adept, Lovable Outcast, Explosive Personality, Known Criminal, Connoisseur	Even
Zigzag	1	3	Service	Driver/Organlegger	Ghoul Organlegger, Actually a Good Driver, Dead Drop, Infected Networker	Even
Agamemnon	4	3	Fixer(K,G,N,A)	Infected Crime Lord	Paranoid, Shut-In, Dark Magic Talislegger, Ear to the Ground, Infected Loremaster, Smuggling Network, Student of History, Wretched Hive	Even

In Character Information

Matrix Search Table

Threshold	Result
1	Translation of the Maltese word 'Iddur' to searchers native language. (Iddur; spinning, rotating, turn around)
3	A Cuban name, meaning ‘the Virgin Mary’.
6	A runner based out of Miami, all photographic evidence of their existence, and anyone they may be linked to in Miami seems to be scrubbed.

Shadow Community Table

Threshold	Result
1	A quiet, but professional social aware.
3	An extremely professional social aware with a love for drugs and cocktails.
5	A Miami originating, extremely professional social aware with a love for drugs and cocktails; especially those with extra salted rims.

Assensing Table

Hits	Information Gained
1	Seemingly a little sick, but pleasant. Awakened.
2	No Cyberware. Aura is hard to find, somewhat suppressed and blending into the ambient mana. If the assensor focuses, they will see faint wisps of shocking blue-purple.
3	No Alphaware-grade cyberware, infected with HMHVV Strain 1. Essence is (probably) equal to the casters.
4	No Betaware-grade cyberware or bioware is present. Essence (is probably) 6.00, Magic 2.
5+	No Deltaware-grade implants, no gene treatments, no nano-tech. Absolutely not a technomancer.

SINs

Rating	Name and Issuing Body	Licenses
Real	Amelie Odile (Federated-Boeing)	Aware, Controlled Substance, Driver's, Exotic Weapons
5	Maksaens Denis (Carribean League)	Aware, Controlled Substance, Driver's, Exotic Weapons, Private Investigator

Appearance

Always clean and well kept, preferring classic and timeless makeup looks.

Clothing

Always well dressed in the latest fashionable business wear.

Matrix Persona

The default persona of her commlink.

Character Plot Hooks

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