Hi.
Here is the character, back story and technical file.
I read some about the plot I am in the middle, the concept I think is a good introductory post, just say when is the appropriate time to pop in.
== Info ==
Street Name:
Name: Tal Shachar
Movement: 2/4
Karma: 5
Street Cred: 1
Notoriety: 0
Public Awareness: 0
Human Male Age 45
Height 170 Weight 83
Composure: 5
Judge Intentions: 7
Lift/Carry: 2 (15 kg/10 kg)
Memory: 11
Nuyen: 175
== Priorities ==
Metatype: D - Human or Elf
Attributes: E - 12 Attributes
Special: C - Adept, Magician, or Technomancer
Skills: B - 36 Skills/5 Skill Groups
Resources: A - 450,000¥
== Attributes ==
BOD: 1
AGI: 1
REA: 1 (4)
STR: 1
CHA: 2
INT: 5
LOG: 6 (
WIL: 3
EDG: 2
MAG: 6 (4)
== Derived Attributes ==
Essence: 4.0
Initiative: 9 + 4d6
Rigger Initiative: 9 + 4d6
Astral Initiative: 10 + 2d6
Matrix AR Initiative: 9 + 4d6
Matrix Cold Initiative: 5 + DP + 3d6
Matrix Hot Initiative: 5 + DP + 4d6
Physical Damage Track: 9
Stun Damage Track: 10
== Limits ==
Physical: 3
Mental: 8
Social: 4
Astral: 8
== Active Skills ==
Aeronautics Mechanic : 1 Pool: 9
Animal Handling : 0 Pool: 1
Armorer : 0 Pool: 7
Binding : 1 [Spirits of Man] Pool: 8 (10)
Computer : 5 Pool: 13
Con : 0 Pool: 1
Cybercombat : 4 [Devices] Pool: 12 (14)
Demolitions : 0 Pool: 7
Disguise : 0 Pool: 4
Electronic Warfare : 1 [Jamming] Pool: 9 (11)
Etiquette : 0 Pool: 1
First Aid : 0 Pool: 7
Forgery : 0 Pool: 7
Gunnery : 6 [Ballistic] Pool: 7 (9)
Hacking : 6 [Devices] Pool: 17 (19)
Hardware : 5 Pool: 13
Impersonation : 0 Pool: 1
Instruction : 0 Pool: 1
Intimidation : 0 Pool: 1
Leadership : 0 Pool: 1
Navigation : 0 Pool: 4
Negotiation : 0 Pool: 1
Perception : 1 Pool: 8
Performance : 0 Pool: 1
Pilot Aircraft : 1 [Rotary Wing] Pool: 5 (7)
Pilot Ground Craft : 0 Pool: 3
Pilot Watercraft : 0 Pool: 3
Software : 5 Pool: 13
Spellcasting : 6 [Combat] Pool: 13 (15)
Summoning : 1 [Spirits of Man] Pool: 8 (10)
Survival : 0 Pool: 2
Tracking : 0 Pool: 4
== Knowledge Skills ==
Combat Tactics : 2 Pool: 10
Engineering : 2 [Mechanical] Pool: 10 (12)
Literature : 1 Pool: 9
Magic Traditions : 2 Pool: 10
Magical Theory : 2 Pool: 10
Magical Threats : 2 Pool: 10
Military : 1 [Military Magic] Pool: 9 (11)
Politics : 2 [Social] Pool: 10 (12)
Religion : 2 [Judaism] Pool: 10 (12)
Security Companies : 2 Pool: 10
== Contacts ==
Fixit (3, 3)
== Qualities ==
Allergy (Common, Mild) (Pollutants)
Mentor Spirit (Eagle)
Mystic Adept
SINner (Corporate) (Ares)
== Spells ==
(Tradition: Hermetic, Resist Drain with WIL + LOG (11))
Ball Lightning DV: F-1
Improved Invisibility DV: F-1
Levitate DV: F-2
Mass Confusion DV: F-1
Stunbolt DV: F-3
== Powers ==
Combat Sense Rating: 1
Improved Ability (skill) (Hacking) Rating: 2
Improved Reflexes 3
== Lifestyles ==
Life Sux 1 months
== Cyberware/Bioware ==
Cerebral Booster Rating 2
Control Rig Rating 2
== Armor ==
Armor Jacket 12
Helmet 2
== Weapons ==
Unarmed Attack
Pool: 0 Accuracy: 3 DV: 1S AP: - RC: 1
== Commlink ==
Maersk Spider (ATT: 0, SLZ: 0, DP: 4, FWL: 5)
+Autosoft (Manuvering(rotordrone)) Rating 6
+Encryption
+Signal Scrub
+Autosoft (Targeting(AK-97)) Rating 6
+Autosoft (Clearsight) Rating 6
+Autosoft(Electronic Warfare) Rating 6
Microtrónica Azteca 200 (ATT: 5, SLZ: 4, DP: 3, FWL: 2)
+Armor
+Baby Monitor
+Biofeedback Filter
+Decrypt
+Stealth
+Hammer
+Exploit
+Browse
+Configurator
+Edit
+Encryption
+Signal Scrub
+Toolbox
+Virtual Machine
== Gear ==
Ammo: Gel Rounds (Assault Rifles) x250
Fake SIN (Dogmeat) Rating 3
+Fake License (Magic) Rating 3
+Fake License (Weapon) Rating 3
Glasses Rating 4
+Thermographic Vision
+Flare Compensation
+Low Light
Power Focus (Bonded Foci) Rating 3
Qi Focus (Bonded Foci) (Improved Ability (skill)) Rating 2
== Vehicles ==
Chrysler-Nissan Jackrabbit (Subcompact)
+Rigger Interface
+Sensor Array Rating 2
Horizon Flying Eye w/Flash-Pak and Grenade (Minidrone)
+Grenade: Flash-Pak
+Grenade: Smoke
+Sensor Array Rating 3
MCT-Nissan Roto-drone (Medium) ("Rigger Choice")
+Weapon Mount +AK-97
+Ammo: Regular Ammo (Assault Rifles) x150
+Sensor Array Rating 6
MCT-Nissan Roto-drone (Medium)
+Weapon Mount + AK-97
+Ammo: Regular Ammo (Assault Rifles) x150
+Sensor Array Rating 3
MCT-Nissan Roto-drone (Medium)
+Weapon Mount+ AK-97
+Ammo: Regular Ammo (Assault Rifles) x150
+Sensor Array Rating 3
== Background ==
Dogmeat started his life with the name: John Winter as a delivery company drone operator. He used rotor drones to deliver freshly manufactured weapons to dangerous corners of the world. Heck, few times he even delivered guns and ammunition in the middle of a fire fight, as clearly evident by the many gunshot scars that decorate his old drones.
One day the shit really started piling up for the Dog... His small company was out of business. We do not need you anymore go away. Ares does not do micro shipments anymore as we lose far too many Drones to make it profitable. Employment was difficult for the Dog, all his social connections where for people in Ares, and once fired from his job he had no access for any of his social connections.
His second job was that of a hacker, he used to hack low end cameras and other Medias in order to find dirt... Any sort of dirt that his new employers the Yakuza, could then use in order to extend their influence.
He never knew he worked for the Yakuza until it was too late. He decided to trace the location and identity of his handler. He managed to do so. Doing so, he also discovered the true purpose of his services… The answer was shocking, he is being used… they do not really need his job… While I hack meaningless devices, they hack into my equipment and use my still valid identity in order to access Ares. Heck they do not even hack... I actually gave them the mark... I am so stupid!!!
That discovery made him go underground. For Dog Ares represents anything that is good and just in this world. Why shouldn't people have the global right to bear Ares arms - how can local governments restrict access to arms... Can't they see that firing an Ares gun is a basic human right?
Then the fear arrived… what will happen when they figure me out? I can never bring myself to operate against them. He decided to disappear, he packed his equipment, some of his his old rotor drones bought a cheap car and drove to the horizon. He took all his wireless devices off and vowed never to go online again until he has a new identity.
In time, he managed to acquire the fake identity of dogmeat. A figure from a very old game.
The money started to finish, and he was in a problem. He was not as skillful hacker as he hoped, he was also not that good at piloting stuff. What a failure!... He started low, taking small barely legal jobs and slowly improved his skills. Things begun to improve, hacking became easier, his skill became almost exceptional. His reactions became faster, despite never working out a day in his life. He did not understand it at first, but he begun channeling mana into his body, augmenting his personality with magic.
Having parts of his soul burned for augmentations, it was difficult to contact this world. The pain was terrible, he almost killed himself learning to channel mana. He eventually found a spirit that was willing to show him the ropes.
An eagle spirit manifested as a naked Indian. He gradually begun to improve his skills, forgetting parts of his old life behind him, he disconnected from the outside world and channeled mana in a large junk yard he now called home.
When the money started to run out, he started his own Shadowrunning team. The Crazy Dogs… The team prides itself in having hacking/rigging/magic capabilities. Off course, after spending a couple of years talking to a mentor spirit that never answers back, he failed to mention that the crazy dogs are a one man show. Well, 4 drones, 3 spirits and a man … but still a one man show.
He had a few good runs netting himself some nice initial gains, but then came a terrible run. Before he knew what was going on he was struck down by a sniper. That was the end of the mad dogs. He barely survived that incident, recovery took months and consumed every last bit of newyen he had, his health never fully recovered as well. But he survived, he lost his home reputation everything, but a single contact that owed him a favor a big favor.
He thought about a person, an old childhood body… his commlink quickly called that buddy. Charlie? He said… you have to help me out man, the bills are piling up I do not know what to do… I have no place to live once I leave the hospital, the land lord is evicting me - he is serious this time. I know I messed out, but please this is my only hope to stay out of the streets with my degrading health I’ll die out there in a few months. I’ll do anything I will not disappoint you this time!
I do not know, John... I mean Dog he said.
You cannot turn me down Charlie, I saved your life... now you have to save mine - no one else will work with me after that epic fail there is only you.
Charlie said, well for old times sake – I have a friend in need of some extra firepower – you still have your “team” of drones and spirits with you?
Dog sighed, I'll see if I can bring the drones into working order, give me a day...
I know some guys nearby that may benefit from your services. Do not let me down Dog, I am vowing for you on this one. My reputation is dead if you mess it up.
The pay is not as much as you are used to but you can never go solo anymore.
That option is dead for you - there is no way to convince anyone to let you do that. Do not put more on your plate than you can chew, I am doing you a favor man, we are even now.
He hanged out:
Dog downloaded the instructions and map to the meeting point, he oiled some of the drones and fixing them as much as he could with spare parts from his junk yard home. He managed to rebuild some of them into working shape. He had one with top notch sensors... not an old delivery drone he remembered I stole that one from a professional rigger, a real life one...
(He tried to remember the name of original owner, but that was in a different life… my good old hacking days.).
I’ll use that one to jump in as it is top notch with customized sensors and everything, not a standard unmodified armed delivery drone. He thought to himself – he placed two drones in the front sits of the car, and put the third one in the trunk. He summoned a couple of spirits bounded them and rested.
After 20 hours or so he was strong enough to continue... The mad dogs are ready for action.
He comfortably positioned himself in the back sit and connected his rig to the car's rigger interface. His body went numb, as his mind became one with the car... The need for speed, the addictive roar of my engine, the feel of my wheels petting the road, the wind in my sensors, how I missed it !
The car speed up into the horizon, gracefully maneuvering obstacles. With the driver sleeping in the back sit, and two spirits that followed the car in the astral world scouting the road for troubles. …
The mad dogs are running again… he the car beeped with joy.
== Concept ==
When you look at dogmeat, he is the last person you'll expect to run the shadows. He is weak, slow, and his skin is pale. This person obviously struggles just to walk, he also struggles to standing up for more than a few minutes. It is impossible to even imagine that this middle aged man that is starting to show signs of age is even capable of holding a gun let alone climb a rope, run or achieve anything physical.
The illusion brakes, where a rundown rotor drone gracefully lands. It is modified with a chair and an AK-97. Dog slowly sits on the drone, and another drone quickly arrives with a small bottle of water ontop of it. He drinks and pauses. Their software is unique... he say with pride in his voice, I modified it myself so they can help me around in the daily chores. The drones are clearly old, and numerous gunshots decorate their armor.
Two spirits then materialize behind him, with the vogue image of a naked Indian. It is nice to meet you all, he said softly, I am dog meat, and we are the mad dogs. We are competent in hacking, magic and rigging. I hope we can work together fine.