Here are the runners:

A former swat team magician, Naylor Stewart, who has been enhanced a bit with cyberware and a few body modifications. Very good at melting brains and knocking people out…

Daniel Whittaker is a kid with a gift for healing. Cut off from the corp that trained him, he’s trying to get by on the streets. Shadow running may not have been the wisest career move…

Skip, a rigger who delicately maneuvers containers by day and runs the Shadows at night. A whiz with electronics, Skip has a slaved group of Vespas that move through the city at his whim…

Black Widow: A stealthy elven recon woman, with cyberware to enhance her naturally impressive infiltration abilities. She has a penchant for toxic venoms and other nasty surprises.

Dont forget to check the Scream Sheets

Naylor Stewart

Naylor is a former Lone Star swat mage. His “talents” manifested early but his family had little money or desire to send him through mage college. A recruiter for Lone Star approached him in his sophomore year of high school and indicated that he would be able to reach his full potential much faster if he dropped out and let the mages of the company tutor him. Being impulsive and impatient he was able to talk his parents into allowing him to sign up, but they insisted that he would only be allowed to participate in Lone Star’s delayed entry program. This allowed him to finish high school.

Most of his high school magic teachers felt that he was wasting his talents on Lone Star, and the other magic students in his classes began to shun him, especially those who had already received offers from MIT & M or other colleges of magic. He soon found himself in limbo; torn between wanting acceptance that he never received and wanting to become a ”real mage” as soon as possible. Graduation from high school held little of the nostalgia or longing to stay that most others seemed to feel and he was glad to pack his bags and report to Lone Star.

As with most employees of Lone Star, Naylor was pushed hard and fast to reach his potential with little regard to formal magic schooling. His creative side (as opposed to his analytical side) made him wish that he had more grasp of ”how and why” spells worked rather than just being aware that if he used the rote formula x=jr@nr2B and pushed his mind out through his eyes he could accomplish x. He was also aware that, like high school, no one in Lone Star really wanted anything to do with him outside of work. He watched his few friends drift away as it became apparent that his magical talents tended toward the most destructive kind.

Naylor’s soon realized that it wasn’t just friends who were becoming distant. He found that he and his parents and sister had less and less in common and that, by mutual agreement, his visits home grew further and further apart. It has now been four years since his last trip home and he can’t even remember the last time his parents wrote. Rather than upsetting him, Naylor almost feels the distance as a relief. He is sure that his family would be even more distressed if they knew the real Naylor.

About the only thing that kept Naylor sane during his Lone Star days was his natural talent toward psychology. Even with no formal schooling Naylor found that what few friends he did have gravitated to him when they had a personal problem they couldn’t work out. He was also able to figure out what was bothering them and guide them toward possible solutions. Fortunately he was able to analyse his own reactions and thoughts to his rather violent nature and occupation and come up with ways to cope with his talents and his isolation. As a mater of fact he realized that he could usually justify, to himself, using the most violent spells to geek someone. (or multiple someones)

In the end it wasn’t any feeling of guilt nor was it fright that he was becoming more enamored with the use of destructive magic that caused him to turn away from Lone Star. It was a belief that, if he could just learn the “hows and whys” of his spells, he could subtily tweek or twist them to become different spells that would be less predictable and therefore less “counterable”. The whys weren’t a part of Lone Star’s magic teaching so, with the help of a lonely med tech, he was able to retrieve his blood and DNA from the vaults and substitute samples from a runner that he had splattered. With that Naylor left a suicide note and disappeared into the shadows. In an unusual moment of weakness and gratitude(or perhaps humanity?) he left the med tech alive.

Seeking out a tutor, Naylor discovered Wolfgang, another reclusive mage, who had specialized in mutating spells, and paid him to give Naylor the ability to see how the spells were actually constructed. In time Wolfgang sucombed to one too many dangerous runs, but not before emparting to Naylor the ability to see the basic structure of order necessary to craft spells. As a tribute to Wolfgang, Naylor adopted the street name of Amadeus and paid a number of different plastic surgeons to subtily change his looks little by little over time, until his funds finally ran out. Now, rather than the 6 foot 150 pounder found on his lone Star ID, Naylor is three inches shorter and almost 35 pounds heavier. His hair is a lighter color and has receeded so that it belies his age of 29.

The only tendency that could possibly expose Naylor is his distinctive mode of dress which is subtilly elegant with a flair for the unusual.

When he is clubbing He wears deep purple leathers tucked inside his knee length boots, and is never seen without a colorful, monocromatic silk shirt. During the cool or rainy season in Seattle he throws on a leather jacket that matches his pants. Over that he wears an armored raincoat and prefers a leather berret to an umbrella.

Naylor is known around the Seattle club scene but his introverted nature, as opposed to his dress, has the female clubbers rather confused and curious. Although he can usually be found with a different woman (or even a couple of them)at his table on any given night he is rather obviously uninterested in them romantically. At least that is the story circulating around the womens’ loo. On the other hand he is obviously not gay either. There have been a few women who considered Naylor a challange and although he has invited some back to his flat and even used his insignificant healing knowledge to give them really relaxing massages (often sans clothes)little else seems to have taken place. Quite often they awake in his bed with their clothes neatly hung in his wardrobe, but when they look for him, Naylor is usually asleep on the sofa or fixing breakfast in the kitchenette.

Nowdays women who want to club, but want little else, gravitate to his table near the end of the evening just as those who are looking for a nightly “pick-me-up” drift away to the crowded bar near closing time.

It has also been noted around the different clubs that, although Naylor drinks, no one has ever really seen him drunk. Some wonder if he uses rytethenol to keep his digestive system from absorbing alcohol. If so, it is also obvious that he never uses his being sober to take advantage of anyone in slightly less alert condition.

Most of the men, and a decided number of the women, consider Naylor a knowledgeable, entertaining conversationalist but, if pressed to tell you about the man himself, would fumble around before admitting that they know almost nothing about him. Most agree that he seems to fill the nitch associated with a slightly protective older brother and the wounded puppies of society just naturally seem to gravitate to him. His gentleness is reassuring and his genuine interest in his companions makes people look as they enter, to see if he is “in residence” at his ”usual” table on any given evening. This knightly galantry and his outdated tradition of insisting that all women be treated as virtuous maidens until they prove themselves otherwise will probably be his downfall in the end.

Daniel Whittaker

Q&A:

All about SINs

While not as racy as it sounds, Daniel does have SIN troubles. On his official SIN, he’s dead. He doesn’t have a good replacement for it… which is why certified credsticks are really the only choice for him. Right now his landlord doesn’t ask too many questions… but Daniel’s very good about paying on time. And he doesn’t have much to keep in the apartment.

Basically, Daniel’s just getting back on his feet after imprisonment, and hasn’t worked out all the kinks of Shadowrunning yet. It’ll be interesting to see what life teaches him…

Any Family still alive? Mother,Father, brothers/sisters, wife/husband, kids?

Daniel’s family is still alive, though he hasn’t revealed himself to them since his apparent death. Once he was indentured, he didn’t have much time to see them– and since, he’s reluctant to reveal himself and get their hopes up… then die on a run. Better they continue to think he’s dead.

His parents, Anna Louise and Kim Whittaker, are both biomedical researchers for ??? corp. His father came from Japan to the US shortly before it broke up.

His sisters are Amaya and Hoshi, named after his father’s grandmothers. Amaya is five years older, Hoshi is two.

Any vices? Love to gamble, smoke, drink, wenching?

Daniel loves life, and still feels like he’s on borrowed time. He loves an adrenaline rush, and has brawled drunk a few times just outside of clubs.

Any extreme intolerances?

Daniel’s almost fanatically anti-gang, after his experiences with the Axes. Still, a gang usually has the numbers, which means Daniel’s revenge tends to be subtler– slashed tires, not gunfights.

Anything you WON’T do?

Murder and Assassination are wrong; while he never swore the Hippocratic Oath, Daniel’s not callous about death yet.

Anything you REALLY want/like to do?

Sucker punching an Axe is about the top of Daniel’s list. He’s still finding his feet as a runner– he’s hoping to become a better rounded runner, not just a narrowly trained medic.

What do you look like? Dayglow mohawk with florescent tattoos across the body? 🙂

If he’d been older before Night of Rage, his half-breed status would have been cause for comment, but half-Japanese is common enough. He has dark hair and eyes, tough clothes fit for the street, wears black and red when he can.

His voice has a distinctive wobble near the top of its range… which is bad when you’re yelling and people just laugh.

Any distinctive style? Calling card? Catchphrase? Bad body odor? etc…. 🙂

He’s never managed to quick making whispering in sing-song as he heals. He’s been told that his hands glow purple when the healing begins, but his eyes are usually closed as he reaches deep for concentration and power.

History

Daniel Whittaker grew up a child of corp parents
- Anna Louise and Kim Whittaker, biotech researchers for ??? Corp
His talent for magic was discovered early, especially his innate connection to healing
- For a referral bonus and “to see Danny meet his potential”, his parents indentured him to DocWagon at 14.
DocWagon invested resources in getting Danny’s skills polished. He moved quickly from beauty regiments to trauma care.
At 17, Danny was moved to a Crisis Response Team
- He did well for 15 missions, earning a reward and “talent of the month” for the Puyallup Branch
- At the same time, he was the boy toy of Felicia Wilkens, a co-worker. Which upset her husband. Greg, the husband, got rid of his rival…
On this 19th CRT run, his partner Phillipe Bosemann, shot him with a Narcojet on the way. After blacking out… Daniel awoke when they cut off his DocWagon bracelet with rusty shears.
Over the next year, Daniel learned a lot about life on the street
- The gang that had “traded for him” was the Tacoma Axes
- The briefcase they locked and soldered to his wrist was filled with C4.
- When they start shooting, get behind something solid
- And many other lessons of the street.
When he got spare time, he picked up the rudiments of electronics, hoping to negate their C4 threat
In a running gun battle, he and the gang’s leader got cut off from the retreating Axes.
- The gang leader fell with many bullets in him. Daniel hid until the battle moved by, then took the detonator off the fallen corpse. After that, he managed to get the case cut off…
After a few tentative inquiries, it’s clear that he’s legally dead. Going back to DocWagon is theoretically possible, but would involve a lot of awkward questions. If they got tricky with their arguments, his indenture would stretch out for a very long time.
So he’s hiring out as a Shadow Runner “health specialist”. Or healing monkey, as his first team called him…

Essentially the same thing, in paragraph form

Daniel Whittaker’s talent for magic was discovered early. His parents indentured him to Doc Wagon at 16 for training and education. He was adept at picking up healing spells, though he never did manifest the talents of a true mage. After a couple of years of training, he was promoted to a fast response team, where his talents could really shine. His rapid rise, cockiness, and an affair prompted betrayal…

Daniel was on a response team, streaming in to save clients who were under fire in a gun battle. Or that was the claim… half way there, the partner he’d betrayed shot him with a Narcojet– lights out.

Daniel awoke to pain as they cut off his Doc Wagon bracelet at the wrist with a pair of rusty shears. The gang turned over a burned body to take Daniel’s place… and cuffed and soldered shut a briefcase filled with C4 to his wrist.

Over the next year Daniel learned a lot about life on the street, rapid response, and keeping his head when gunfire broke out. Eventually he won free of his captors… but found out that his legal death complicated returning to the fold. {Plus, the penalties for a year of non-service (skipping out) were severe.} On the advice of a former friend, he gave up his old life, and started hiring onto Shadow Running teams.

Scream Sheets

Monthly Headlines of Screaming Interest!

Lone Star is still looking for witnessess to the mugging of a Dwarf a couple weeks ago, normally not something to mention but a ‘friend of a friend’ tells me this guy has worked as a ‘Johnson’ for various meta-human rights groups. Anyone done any work for him lately to piss off anyone? If so watch out. (Attached is a pic of the Dwarf, severly beaten and not easy for even his mother to recognize)

The EPA is still screaming to every judge they think might listen trying to force New Dawn Environics to tell them how the bloody hell they can take the sludge into their plant that they do and turn it into such crystal clear H2O the way they do. So far without any luck, but i’ve heard they are looking for some shadow folk to do some digging as well, might be worth some cred if you know anything.

The Troll Killers basically are extinct now, after a major firefight and subsequent fire at their little ‘hide-out’ near the lake. Seems they pushed someones buttons the wrong way, wondering minds are asking, who and how?

Apparently a ‘El- train’ full of commuters got an interesting show as it went by that new ‘soup kitchen and homeless shelter’ that the United Path was supposed to be opening up. Apparently it was a Humanis front, seems someone played with some fun dayglo pink paints inside during the ceremony and sent most everyone running, lots covered in pink paint. Wish I’d been there to snap some pics, those pointy hats and robes probably looked a lot more fun in dayglo pink 🙂 Hmm, police report on that dwarf up above mentions traces of pink paint on his body…..

So, three of these are known to us:
a) The El-train saw the results of our pink stink planting
b) The troll killers was our doing
c) The dwarf hired us to plant the pink stink bombs

The New Dawn Environics so far is a blank to me. Anyone have an idea?

Character Background Questions

WEEK TWO:

Now, since you have had a bit of time to get a ‘feel’ for your chars, lets toss out a few more tidbits for you to think about:

Do you have a real SIN (System Identification Number)http://wiki.dumpshock.com/index.php/SIN

If yes, what is the name on it.

If no, do you have any fake SIN’s?

How many, and under what names? Keep in mind it does cost for each ID.

WEEK ONE:

A few things to think about in your backgrounds:

Any Family still alive? Mother,Father, brothers/sisters, wife/husband, kids?

Any vices? Love to gamble, smoke, drink, wenching?

Any extreme intolerances?

Anything you WONT do?

Anything you REALLY want/like to do?

What do you look like? Dayglow mohawk with florescent tattoos across the body? 🙂

Any distinctive style? Calling card? Catchphrase? Bad body odor? etc…. 🙂