|"Your just number, noting more"
|Titles and Awards
Metatype - B
Attributes - A
Magic/Resonance - D
Skills - C
Resources - E
|Number of Runs:
|Runs since Rent:
A adept that is trained in both the blade and the rifle, who is somewhat of a quiet person, but give her enough time and she can think of a plan.
Make enough to survival.
Help recover her father's mind
Make Ares suffer for what they done to her family
Chop up a lot of bad people with her sword
It was around 7:00 o'clock PM and two people are having discussion a man wearing the uniform of a doctor and the other a young boy maybe at the age of 18 dressed like some gangster wannabe trying to intimidate of much older Gentlemen. "So let me tell you of Rougarou. not the werewolf that hunts in the swamp, the young lady who stalks in the night and brings death to those who need killing...I'll tell you a little bit of her past but boy, You're sort of fits those she hunts. "His back was facing towards the boy, and staring out a large window at the busy city. In his right hand he held a glass of whiskey bringing up to his lips and taking a faint sip before he began to speak again his mind contemplating and wondering over the possibilities that will be fall him at the end of the conversation.
"Luck wasn't really on her side and well sometimes it just deals a bad hand to people she just got it early on ,The reason why no one truly knows the young lady, is rather shut in and but she does have a fire that burns in her keepsake, so don't make her mad and face the wolf . Boy I still believe you're making a poor mistake trying to figure about her but I'll leave that up to your own devices. So what's asking how she ended up in her current spot...what thinking that could use back-mail against her? she likely know on those facts, but seeing how they up and vanished one day." His movements were slow not trying to raise any form of alarm around the boy as he gently taps something on his wrists sending a message out maybe he could escape from this ordeal if he managed to keep speaking and does not allow the young one behind him to figure out what's going on .took another drink once more using that opportunity to calm his nerves and focus.
"Both of them left one day to meet her Uncle William and never showed up back home later that night, following what they told her, if they ever went missing, she stayed for 3 days before she was thrown out onto the street as a urchin. Some young elven child on the streets of Seattle...It's like any other story. some kid alone in this world, poor thing and so many monsters with masks, lurking around the corner...You're Blacken heart likely not move about this sob story." The uncomfortable nature began to rise he know that the boy was starting to become agitated and raising up his pistol so he would have to hopefully provide information that could calm this young man. "Of course that doesn't mean the young lady didn't make out of that entire ordeal without being a bit screwed up in the head, developed some minor quirks and appears to have a minor dislike towards orc likely from a incident that occurred when she was trying to survive but you likely don't care about that you only likely want to know why she's so preoccupied with old reports"
This wasn't the first time he heard a story similar to this it was almost like it was somewhat commonplace individuals missing family and the entire thing of them trying to come to terms with this missing person or loss of them ,missing personal loss due to some random crime committed or Corporation deciding to end a life. it was all commonplace, there's no heroes left in this world only people trying to survive or so the doctor thought. "Her Folks, her father from what i recall was name Kezmyr, and He was a wage slave for Ares, and for her mother...some could say she was like a ghost in the system, living a double life and i guessed it runs in the blood . HAHAHAH"
This possibly could be his last drink the final sip an filling the enjoyment of it a sweet flavor to it maybe 100 years old at best and then he sighs before looking towards the young man .the door to the office was slightly open someone was lurking in and he sees the glow in the eyes he held back his smile knowing that would give away at who just arrived from the shadows. "She both quick with her rifle and those blades she carry around. from spraying n' praying up a low scum thug to slicing up some killer with her sword, everything that makes a Sam deadly without any of those chorme up parts, like me and you have...her magic, She calls it that it's her faith in the old Christian God praying to him and asking for assistance and guidance ,personally i don't care about her philosophy or why she believes in it But it allows her some closure and better understanding, and who knows maybe I could be wrong and there is just a divine intervention waiting around the corner for her to learn all the secrets locked away..."
It was at that moment, the young man realized he was set up, his trigger finger would start to pull on his cheap holdout gun, but before he could fire a shot, a red mist filled the air as his arm was severed by a quick slash and then he was spanned around to only to have the blade pierced through his heart .and the look of terror as he was forced to stare into the eyes of the person he was trying to hunt down, One fast motion dropping his corpse to the ground. Her gaze finally turned to the doc and he nodded his head. “Fine…we can talk….”
-The woman behind the wolf's mask- Those who wear a mask are trying to hide who they are, for she may wear it but it is a painful reminder of the life that was taken away from her...during a mission before she joined the haven she ran with another who she has fallen in love with, but during a run that went south, he was killed by a ork in front of her and from that day, she has a built up a hatred for them...maybe in time she can learn to forgive and maybe hunt down the killer.
Narrative Significant Qualities
Mentor Spirit (Stag)
Day (10 hrs) (Stuffer sHack) (Quit on 6/14/2082)
Social Appearance Anxiety:
Driven (To learn the truth of her missing parents):
Code of Honor Avenging Angel:
Prejudiced (Common,Biased) (Orc):
|Owner of The Daze
|The Daze, Shadow Connections, Ear to the Ground, Punk Rocker, Bootleggers
|Service Type (Doctor), Aware
|No Questions Asked, Snitches Get Stitches
|Rev. Toby Newton
|Charitable, Homebody (Redmond), Priest, Street Medic
|Silver Tongue, Elven Blood
|Rose of Sharon Howlett
|Occult Bounty Hunter
|HMHVV Carrier, CAS Native, Law Enforcement Experience, Monster Slayer, Spark of Magic
|Kenneth "Flamesaw" Murphy
|Ganger / Tough Guy
|Not the Brightest Bulb, Firesaw, Fraggin' Handsome, People Pleaser, WAIT I'm a runner too!
|Custom (G, K, A, N)
|Drones, Weapons, Walkers
|Christian Theurgy Adept, Riflemaiden's Creed, infiltrator, County Music, Metahuman Rights, Lingering Grudge, Friends in the shadows
|Black market trader for large transactions
|Weapon Dealer, Loves forbidden goods, Cyberware Dealer, Bioware Dealer, Armor Dealer, Transport Network, Black Market Pipeline
|Rich Girl Tarot Mage
|Arcane Ritualist, Awakened Club Kid, Divination on Demand, Privileged Family Name
+3 Ancients rep
+2 KRIME rep
-10 S-K rep
-10 Cutters rep
In Character Information
Symbols and Signatures
Wear's a wolf mask
Matrix Search Table
|A lot of stories about some creature in Laurentian French communities linked to traditional concepts of the werewolf. and minor reports of someone using that name in Seattle
|Blurry video feed of a elven woman, wearing a mask of an werewolf
|Rougarou is a elven female, Who's born and raise in Seattle. She is known to be adept and has been looking for her mother and father for over 10 years.
Shadow Community Table
|Rougaroue is a skilled adept with both the blade and the rifle.
|Most of the time, she sits in the back and remained quiet. she is also known to go up and beyond normal means to protect people and will not harm innocents.
|She dislike Orks. Going more into it, one would find out, she use to run with another, who also wore a wolf mask.
Rating 4 Calitln Stephens (aztechnology)
Rating 4 Kathleen Blight (Ares)
Rougarou's outfit during winter
A woman in a wolf mask, said to have stab a old lady in the middle of the day.
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