Character Information

Stray
Binder/Streetsam
Nothing Left to Lose
Nothing Left to Gain
All you can do is Face the Fear
Discord	Breeze5768
Reddit	buhbuhbrez
Wiki User	Breezy
Metatype	Troll
Street Cred	0
Notoriety	0
Public Awareness	0
CDP	2
D.O.B.	57-02-13
Age	29
Folder	[1]
Priority	Metatype - A ; Attributes - E ; Magic/Resonance - A ; Skills - E ; Resources - C
#Max IGs/Ascension	0
# Optional Infected powers allowed	0
Essence(Current/Max)	4.25/10.25

Summary

A broken woman, formerly the expendable asset to an EVO Biotechnician in Russia, who awakened forcibly upon an incident in which her body was destroyed and she was infected with Strain 1 HMHVV by one of the runners responsible for destroying her entire world. Not only did the loss of her augmentations back then ruin her body, her infection revealed just how dispassionate and uncaring her adoptive father had been and unleashed a seething hatred for the corporate world. This, on top of being a newly awakened woman, caught the interest of a mysterious figure named The Keeper. This mysterious figure helped give her the means to escape from her adoptive father and Russia into Seattle, but they helped give her the confidence to begin experimenting - obsessively - with this frightening magic born from her fears and trauma. Having escaped, she now works for The Keeper and smaller figures in Seattle, eager to grow her power and take any chance she can to strike back at the people she feels wronged her. It isn't like she has anything left to lose. All she can really care about is breaking down the world

In terms of what she does for the team, she's mostly combat oriented owing to her former work as a part of her father Toska's security forces (albeit not officially a citizen). Heavy weapons, spirits, and preps make up her normal repertoire of assistance when fighting, on top of having infected powers to boot.

She's seemingly laid back, though it may be more accurate to say she doesn't have anything left to care about. While she doesn't want to die, her devil-may-care attitude about life might be grating for those she works with, and her desire to be an increasing thorn in the side of the corporate world leads to some possibly problematic behaviors. But with magic, it's a different story. Being so rooted in the horrific incident that left her crippled and infected (and perhaps due to the Keeper's influence, more horrific still), she is exceptionally cautious about magic and its use. She refuses to do anything but bind her spirits, both out of a respect and desire to bring the most out of their power and the belief that they are, in fact, monsters who would kill her if she is not cautious and that she cannot use them lightly. She currently trusts her old techniques more than her magical capabilities, and yet she cannot help but feel allured by the power it brings her. It is a wonderful, terrible source of power that she must tread lightly in. It is how she escaped once, and it is how she plans on setting the corporate world ablaze.

Goals

1. Kill Toska, and any of the other corporate types who would do what he would do. None deserve mercy.

2. Restore her body to an acceptable degree of strength

3. Grow her magical ability into a potent weapon, conquering her fear of it

4. Kill the Dzoo No Qua who turned her, one day. Hopefully.

5. Go out in a blaze of glory that will terrify any who would follow the corporate playbook

Background

When you are at rock bottom, the only way left to go is up, right?

Leonard was intimately familiar with what it feels like to be at rock bottom. Born a troll to a poor human mother and treated like a curse for the crime of existence, the orphanage was probably the best place he could’ve ended up. Детский дом исцеления was where he ended up, fairing slightly better but still feeling that isolation. At the very least, being the tallest kid there meant most didn’t want to pick on him and bully him, but the isolation did him no favors. Really, he felt so disconnected from the people around her that everything felt so…distant. Surreal. Days to Weeks to Months to Years.He lost track of it all. He was 4, then he was 6, then he was 8. He lost track of his birthdays, of the people around him. Nothing tasted right. Nothing felt important. Not until he was given a purpose upon his eventual adoption by man simply referred to as Toska.

Toska was an ambitious man. Toska wanted an asset to call his own, to protect his efforts to climb that would listen to him and him alone. He worked for EVO, a biotechnician during the tumultuous uprooting of executive after executive in the 2060’s, but he did not find himself..all too persuaded by the new hiring practices. More efficient to be sure but...trying to keep him from having a say in his choice of employee was never going to work. So he made his own, in secret. Gave this new dog of a troll a home and a name. Trained it to fight, and kill. To work security and loyally guard his treasures, his real creations. He even let the beast figure out more about herself. Let her believe she had a real home.

Lena truly believed for a time this was a saving grace for her. She was no official member of EVO, but considering she took to augmentations with aplomb, worked well with the teams they had, and had an ardent desire to give 110% to prove herself to her adoptive father and show her gratitude, it didn’t matter to those truly higher up, playing their own politics and looking to overtake one another. She was a good asset. She even made some friends amongst the security team she regularly worked with. It was a welcome she was not expecting. She truly, truly believed for a time, that she could belong. She had forgotten, for those brisk years of peace, that she could be at rock bottom.

This fairy tale was corrected on December 13th of 2085. The Security team at Toska’s facility were alerted to a security breach on the west wing. A team of runners it seemed, who were after the technician’s hard work. That could not be allowed. The firefight was intense. The losses on both sides were great, but the runners were overwhelmed by sheer numbers, and were unprepared for a heavy fight. Lena and a small detachment were sent after them to apprehend them, and Lena herself relished the chance to pay them back for every drop of her friend’s blood they had spilled. They chased them out to the frozen wastes, totaled their escape vehicle. Finished off all but one of the runners. And then the survivor went berserk. Lena’s team soon found themselves on the back pedal, dying like flies as this beast lost control. The troll called for reinforcements as this lone figure gripped her by the head, lifted up all 10 feet of her in the air. Stared at her with dead eyes that only knew hate.

“...I think I can do worse than just killing you,” the figure said, in a choked and haggard voice. And then Lena was drained of her essence.

It was a horrific sensation. To feel her hatred for the one who killed her friends, her found family, taking her being away, whatever was left of it. As if her anger turned inwards and devoured her. Her broken body couldn’t even limply kick at this damnable, spiked monstrosity as she felt her consciousness slip. Visions of things that seemed all too horrific swirled in her dwindling vision. Creatures with too many limbs, eyes gouged and bloodied, colors of all kinds purged from the air in her dying hallucinations. She was helpless. And then…she woke up again. So cold. So hungry. Her body was in near total collapse, every augmentation forcibly shoved out and rupturing her as she was trembling in the snow. Her head was swirling with colors of all kinds. Things she didn’t really understand. A terrible cacophony of what simply Shouldn’t Exist, yet did.

And standing over her, stalwart and frightened for her dear friend, was Anna. Oh, poor sweet Anna. That adorable little elf she would flirt with like there wasn’t a care in the world. She looked so gorgeous. So pretty. So pristine. Even as tears stained her face and she stared at the dying troll in worry and confusion, she was the greatest thing she could have woken up to.

Lena wished she didn’t paint the snow red once she woke up.

Everything after that day felt like a horrible dream. She was certain she was in a coma, or just dead, reliving a nightmare she could only remember now. The visions never left her. Toska made her go under the knife to try and look less…hideous. Trying to salvage whatever he could of his perfect weapon. And she…recognized something in the way he looked at her now. The disdain, the reason she was never an official part of the company; She was meant to be expendable. Controllable. Disposable. And as long as it kept him profitable, the corporation as a whole would turn a blind eye.

She hated this new body, large and monstrous. She hated how she needed to feed now. Toska used it to tighten the chokehold he had on her. Kept her starving and isolated, made her feed on those who failed him or got too curious, stopped seeing her in person. That was probably smart. She wanted to kill Toska so badly. Every day she thought about it. She thought about ripping him in half. Him and every other executive who prattled about the equity under EVO while letting her choke under the leash. She hated them so, so much. She wanted to burn it all to the ground. But isolation and being near starvation made for poor training. All she had for company were those impossible beings.

Those monsters. The ones who slowly taught her more of their world. Of their power. She fed them, and they taught her. Parasites on top of parasites, but at least they were equals in it. They did not hide nor lie, these monstrous spirits. She learned more of how to use this magic of hers she did not ask for. This growing skill, nurtured rapidly, obsessively, garnered the attention of a strange person. Or, their network, at least. They offered her a deal.

They wanted a dog that could break its own leash. They wanted to see if she would be willing to do so, capable of it, if they gave her the chance. And oh, how willing she was.

She escaped from the facility with the help of spirits she had been binding over time. Reagents were hard to come by…but the Keeper was more than willing to help the beast, sowing the seeds one at a time for her to break her bonds. Over time, she built a small team of her own. Toska wasn’t expecting her to be able to do something like this. He didn’t think she’d have learned so much, stewing in her hate. He barely managed to escape with his life when she found him and tore him to pieces with her old machine gun. She still wishes she had the chance to properly finish him off, but she had to make an escape first. The Keeper arranged for transport to Seattle; it would be better if she left the country, found a place to truly grow her talents, and then served them in a place where their influence could always grow stronger. They had high hopes she would prove to be useful later. Her fascination with the magical world was growing day by day after all. Along with that seething desire to break that damnable corporation into shreds.

Lena’s spirits were released once she was on the ship off to the other side of the Pacific. She knew better than to dishonor the deal she made with those ferocious creatures, and they had been held long enough. She knew better than to disrespect those in bonds. Even if she could not face these fears without their chains, she would not treat them as she was treated. They would grow in them. Together they would pull each other along towards the zenith, and they would ravage this world of hypocrites and demons.

The Stray will tear out their throats, each and every one of them.

Narrative Significant Qualities

Positive

Everything changed for Lena when her body was changed forever. No amount of surgery would purge that virus from her body. Nothing would shut out the visions of those impossible things that made her feel like prey. All she could do now was find a way to conquer them.

Negative

To say Lena Annensky was a reckless person is an understatement. She basically already sees herself as being dead so...why should she care if others find her? If she hurts from something going wrong? She wants to make this second life in a husk of a body mean something. She wants to scar the people who hurt her just as badly as she was scarred. She wants to scare them. So she leaves telltale signs of her work to let them know they are being Hunted Down. And as for the job itself? Well, a troll with nothing left to lose except APDS rounds coming out of her minigun is a hell of a sight. She might hold back for the sake of others but...not for long.

Father and Daughter did not leave on good terms. He exploited her and her desire to belong and be loved for an obedient killing machine. She nearly killed him and compelled him to put out a warrant for her arrest dead or alive in Russia so he could get her back. Toska and Lena will do whatever it takes to murder one another. And while that passion is quite so personal with others like him, Lena would relish the chance to kill anyone like Toska.

Run History

Name	GM	Metaplot	Threat	Date of Run
It's Starting Again	Asmodeus		Low	3 October 2086

Affiliations

Contacts

Contact	Connection	Loyalty	Archetype	Profession	Aspects	Chips
The Keeper	5	1	Fixer	Fixer...?	Shrouded, Secret Lover, Lover of the Arts, Between Two Worlds, Rituals make the world go round., The Denizens and their Masters, Foundational Knowledge, Nothing escapes	Even
Big Donny	1	2	Fixer(K,N,G,A)	Fixer	Man of The People, Word on the Street, Makin' Bacon, Nu-Politik	Even

Organizations

Allies

The Keeper (sort of)

Enemies

Toska

Corporations (on principle)

In Character Information

Symbols and Signatures

Whenever she can, Stray will leave behind the symbol of a bloodied horn piercing a claw onto a victim she left behind or on her escape route, usually in blood or carved into her surface of choice. She does this explicitly so those who want to stop her know she is still as bold as ever, and every symbol left behind makes her more harrowing to face.

Matrix Search Table

Threshold	Result
1	Utter Enigma. You might find a few cases where she's caught walking by cameras in Redmond for supplies, but she is not active on social media
3	Or at least, she wasn't in recent years. A bit harder to find, but if you know her name or know her accent is Russian, you might just come across a few pictures of a very different woman. They don't look alike though. Brown hair, vibrant skin, big smile...the few people she's with are a bit harder to get just from this.
6	If you find enough though...you might just find out she was a former Corporate Security Team member. Unofficial though. Something about her employer fucking her over on the rights. She doesn't seem too upset by it in the photos but, considering she's in the shadows now that doesn't seem like it lasted. She seemed...close, with the other members of that team. Any and all photos of them stop showing up sometime around December of last year though...

Shadow Community Table

Threshold	Result
1	Gunner. Some kind of mage? She's a newbie to Seattle. Some kind of foreigner maybe. Seems way too laid back and willing to get violent, but she isn't gonna try to get you killed at least.
3	Russian Immigrant. Heave Weapons Specialist. Her magic is a bit of a problem though...Elder God shit. Would explain the creepy spirits she has with her sometimes.
5	and she's infected too. Some people have identified it despite her best efforts to seem relatively normal. Dammit. Dzoo. Be careful.

Assensing Table

Threshold	Result
1	She's sick, and her body is kind of...always injured. Like it's all one big scar. It feels like her aura is always simmering, boiling. An awful looking mix of anger and concern. Some kind of Awakened
2	She's got a reaction enhancer in her but that's it. Full Mage.
3	Strain 1 HMHVV victim. No Alphaware. Check in to see if your magic is higher or lower.
4	She's got a magic score of 4 dumas, and bioware to make her muscles a little more toned and overall increase her speed. She's also...pretty heavily biosculpted. It looks like she wasn't too happy about the look.
5	No special ware detected here. Strain 1 for about 7 months now. Poor thing is getting eaten away by the combination of the essence draining out and...some issues with the biosculpting. Feels like her body is...cracking.

SINs

Wendy Goldsmith (R4; UCAS)

Appearance

Lena Annensky is a 12 ft tall Dzoo no Qua with allllllmost healthy looking pale skin, maybe cause for concern, retractable fangs both pointing up and down, yellow eyes with black sclera, long scarlet hair that is usually braided when she's going out, silver claws, horns, and tail that she will claim is from her SURGE, and if one looks under her jacket...crystals. These are, in truth, her trimmed down dermal growths, which has led to many spots on her body where she looks like she is breaking apart, but she hopes makes her look more like she has a weird SURGE scales and aftereffects (most prominent along her waist) rather than...well...overgrown Dzoo spikes.

Clothing

Most of the time when she is out and about, Lena covers her face with a full face mask that helps to hide her tusks and eyes while also looking intimidating. This, paired with the silver claws and the dark armor jacket she adores that has trailing motifs of of silver along the middle and the edges of the sleeves is meant to play into that as well. As for the rest of her outfit, Lena is the most stereotypical butch lesbian one can think of. Jeans, boots, and either a crop top or halter top always. For actual shadow work? The halter top is her go to, both for style and because they're darker and help hide the scales. Her outfit is in fact meant to hide most of them because those "scales" may not fool someone who just...knows what a dzoo no qua is. Hiding the major protruding growths makes it easier to play off the tail and the claws as just surge traits, she wagers.

Matrix Persona

This woman has NO CLUE how to customize a persona. She had the avatar go from male to female and that's pretty much all she could figure out. She is EAGER to make it look more unique.

Character Plot Hooks

Here are characteristics of the character that GMs may take advantage of to add complications to runs, or to otherwise use when in use. If you want to use them in unrelated to runs, please ask first.


Aspect	Information	Related Run(s)
Aspect 1	Toska will always be her greatest enemy, until the day one of them dies. If she ever catches a whiff of him or EVO involvement, she goes nigh berserk.
Aspect 2	The Keeper didn't break her out for nothing. They want to grow their network of magical assets and their individual skills. For what purpose? The Stray does not know. She wants to find out. And she wants to see what else their partnership will lead to.
Aspect 3	The traumas of her infection and what came after it are major motivators in her current life. She despises who she is now, and sees herself as a walking corpse of a monster. Coming to terms with who she is now and what that means for her are difficult topics for her to handle
Aspect 4	The Stray understands how to use magic, but as of right now she lacks understanding of what her magic truly is. Her knowledge into the tradition is lacking, and she knows she'll need to use more of it and become more proficient in it if she wants to kill all those who wronged her and send a message.
Aspect 5	Lena tries not to think about the good parts of her past, those halcyon days where she didn't know how hollow her father's affections were. The days before her team was wiped out. She's utterly bitter and ruined over it, hopeless. She wonders if she can ever find that spark again in someone else. If she can ever truly move on from the swathe of negative feelings that fester within her now.

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