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Jialong Data Haven
adzling:
<ooc> nice background story post, +1 karma! Next time a few paragraph breaks perhaps? ;-) <ooc>
Jan Schaefer:
During the time you've known Jan (pronounced "yawn" or "yon"), you've learned that the dwarf likes to look easily overlooked and easily underestimated. He’s also usually wearing shabby clothes, and looking generally unemployed, underfed, unwashed and ungroomed. His rare smiles are sad but often gripping and intimate, engaging you with unexpected force. He is reasonably well muscled despite his habit of eating nasty bland street food in large quantities.
Jan conceals a couple of fetishes and a small amount of other magical gear under his trench coat or armored jacket. The magical gear has a vaguely druidic look, with a mix of found-art urban detritus along with the usual bird feathers, small skulls, and nifty polished rocks and ores. Easily accessible under the coat he also likes to carry a machine pistol, and he totes along a worn and patched green bag (somewhere between a gym bag and a duffel) with an AK 97. The AK is usually wrapped in a few T shirts to reduce noise and soften the occasional bump against furniture.
Jan prefers lager. If only ale is available he’ll drink it, but occasionally make faces while doing so. Cheap Turkish style soykaf, abysmally cheap sweet wine, and also strong Russian style tea.
After you've known each other for a while (probably after about two missions that go loud), he finally opens up a little.
"My magic?" Jan considers a while, and takes a slow sip of his lager. "Ach" (pronounced with a thick accent, sounding like "awk" or "ock"), "Ok, I say that we known each other for some time haff. I tell." Another thoughtful pull on the beer. "I have it on mostly from the guppies learnt. Goopsies? Jipsies? Yes, Gypsies. Roma. Have I the right word? It was in Marienbad." Mar-EE-un-butt is what it sounds like. You notice that his English is worse than usual tonight. He's probably not drunk, with that Dwarven constitution, but maybe he is distracted, or trying to decide how much to share. He looks even more bleak and distant than usual.
"I read that it is similar by your Sioux or Witches. In my home I am Strassenhexe, street witch, so called. The gypsies learn magic here and there, from yoodisch" (does he mean Jewish, you wonder?) "and Catholisch and old folk traditions and Druids and even the elfs." Seeing that you understand, he nods and continues. "But unsimilar to Druids and many witches, I cannot spirits call. I never that learned haff. But I get by." After seeing him in action a couple of times, you tend to agree.
<00c> I will write more bio after checking in with Adam on some of the dates and historical events. Jan is a multiple-times refugee within Germany who is scarred by losing family members one at a time during their multiple relocations. He has not yet mentioned why or how he wound up in Hong Kong, evading the question without apparent emotion when it comes up. <00c>
adzling:
<ooc> xclnt origin post +1 karma!
Titus:
The Cabbie sits down, pouring over many volumes of arachiac texts mainlining coffee for about a week. The calls had been less frequent, so she decides to study how to hack hosts. During the process, she begins to see remote details on the Matrix she had never seen before.
To anyone else observing her, she looks like either a very desperate graduate student or a paranoid conspiracy theorist. Papers are pinned to the wall and scattered all over the floor to her room. Yes, physical papers. "You can't hack paper." She says to herself.
It was all to hack into an impenetrable system that when she was a kid, no one thought could be hacked. She didn't even do anything when she got there. Getting in was good enough. The people teasing Cabbie for being a slow hacker were likely add dead anyway (she lost contact years ago), but it meant a lot to her to get in.
She cleans her tracks and logs out. She cleans up and acts like everything's normal.
Jan Schaefer:
On the ride to Disneyland, Jan mutters "it could be us." "What?" Cabbie asks while merging left into the slow lane. She has to focus a little harder than usual on the offramp, because traffic is all going the wrong way from her reflexes and years of experience. Jan speaks up more clearly. "I said, that it us been could have. Working security, for a boss we know for two or three months. Blown up and shot down for on the wrong side being. I am happy it is not us, but of course. Does it not affect you?" He waits for a response.
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