[spoiler]Street Name: Black Bart
Bod 9
Agi 4 Rea 5
Str 8 Cha 2(3) Added 1 point+15 Karma
Int 5 Log 4
Wil 3 Edge 6
Phys Cond 13 Stun Cond 10
Initiative 10+1d
Armor 15 Ess 5.62
Nuyen Remaining 1,181 Composure 6
Judge 8 Lift 17
Memory 7 Movement 8/16
Qualities
Positive
City Slicker
Home ground (Puyallup)
Jack of all trades
Thermo Vision (Natural)
Negative
In Debt II
Predjudiced (Common, Outspoken) (Humans)
SINner (Criminal) (Charles Earl Bowles)
Slow Healer
Contacts
Marjorie Gang Leader Puyallup (2/2)
Caleb Beat Cop Seattle (2/3)
Sarge Fixer Penumbra (3/1)
Skills (I tried to take advice of everybody and stayed away from over indulging skill points, and I'm not entirely sure how to write it here.
Athletics 2 Ettiquette 5(7) (street)
Intimidation 8 Longarms 10
Negotiation 4 Palming 5
Perception 7(9) (Visual) Pilot Ground Craft 6
Pistols 5(7) (Semi-Autos) Unarmed 10
Knowledge Skills
Street Drugs 10 Gangs 9
Area Knowledge Seattle (Puyallup) 9(11) Ettiquette (Police) 8
Cyberware
Spurs (Used)
Lifestyle Squatter
Troll Club House 1 month 350
Cramped -10% Dangerous Area -20% Metatype +100%
Gear/Armor/Weapons
Armor
Lined Coat (11) Forearm Guards (3)
Attachable Gear Access Gel Packs
Gel Packs
Good pants (synth leather) Good shoes
Cheap socks Cheap undergarments
Cheap shirt Cheap gloves
Weapons
Ares Viper Slivergun Defiance T-250, Short Barrel
(Sound Suppressor part of base weapon) Hip Pad Bracing System
Hidden Gun Arm Slide
Smartgun Sys (Internal)
Gear
Goggles (Rating 3) Earbuds (Rating 3)
Flare Comp Audio Enhancement (Rating 2)
Low LIght Spatial Recognizer
Vision Enhancement (Rating 3)
Smartlink
Backpack (Cheap)
Can of spray paint (Dark Blue) Can of spray paint (Black)
Lighter 10 packs of Ultra-Lux brand cigarettes
Liter Canteen
4 hits Asia 3 hits Jazz
4 hits Red Mescal 5 hits cram
5 hits Hurlg 4 hits Push
4 hits Novacoke 2 hits Betameth
2 Dreamchips 1 Moodchip
1 Personaflix 2 Tripchips
Pocket Notebook (Keeps separate track of deals and money owed)
Metalink Commlink
Browse
40 Flechette Rounds (Heavy Pistols)
30 Shells Regular Ammo (Shotgun)
Certified Credstick (Standard) $1000
Vehicle
Harley Scorpion[/spoiler]
Being born and not being wanted has it's downfalls. Especially when you're in the blight in one of the worst cities in the world. Tacoma was a great place, if you were normal. Puyallup was not. It was home of rats, disease, starvation and anyone who couldn't make it in Seattle. Black Bart was born here, his parents ditched him as soon as he could walk. Life for a troll isn't glamorous. Especially with a policlub branding you the devil, or the son of said deity. He was beaten to the edge of death, but a fresh young badge named Caleb Gafferty came to his aide. Caleb broke protocol and brought young Black Bart to his home in suburban Seattle. It cost Caleb his friends, his wife and almost his job bring the "Trog" home. Caleb showed Black Bart how to shoot a gun, how to make an honest living. But that didn't suit Black. He would never be better than a "Trog" to anyone. So he broke into a liquor store and drank himself to sleep in it. LoneStar showed up and roughed him up exclaiming "He was so drunk we almost died in there." Black spent 3 years in a cell, brandished with the name Charles Bowles.
The day he got out he went back to Puyallup, and inquired into joining with the Troll gang "Forever Tacoma" He got in after getting his ass beat a few times. He rose in rank not soon after, becoming second Lieutenant to Marjorie. For a Troll she didn't look half bad, if horns, and muscles as big as a breeders head is your thing. But he wanted out of the normal gang life. So he became a freelance and connected with a fixer, Sarge. "I'll get you anything you could dream of, but just remember. I don't know you from Adam, if the wrong person comes looking for you."
Two months have passed and now I'm in deep with some heavy hands.
"Fuck I've gotta make more then what I am selling this shit."
I oughta call Sarge and see if he knows where I can get some work.
The Armadillo was slow tonight, the dwarf at the door was ordered to keep a list. Hotshot wizzer kids, made men and beautiful women were the only people getting in. Must be a meeting goin on in there. Black sold a few hits of jazz but not enough for his night to be over. "Hey Sal?" he yelled to the dwarf at the door. The dwarf looking important look over at him. "You mind?" he thumbed at his bike flashing a few nuyen at him. The dwarf nodded at him tapping his commlink. Black transferred 50 nuyen to the dwarf, and headed over to the Crime Mall. He surveyed the street. Across from him he could see some street urchins huddling around a garbage fire. The waves of heat rising more than forty feet in the air. Rats the size of small dogs fighting over scraps, most people wouldn't dream of touching. Well at least anywhere not in the Barrens. He kept to the building, looking further down the street, A kid was standing in front of a court, a little uncomfortable. The gun tucked into the front of his pants made him sag, and he looked real nervous. The Ancients don't care about their prospects. Stand here and call out anything big going down. I let him be, The Ancients and I are at uneasy peace for now. I sold one of their girls the last of my Psycho. Better said she flipped and clawed the leaders face to shreds. I told him I wasn't responsible for what she did. They didn't see it that way. I told him I'd give him a discount, but that wasn't good enough. They called down a favor and tried to roll me. Didn't work for them. I still have a few bullet holes in my duster needing patched. They still have a few guys they need buried.
I turned the corner and there it was, The big CM. A bustling paradise for anyone with a few illicit needs. I set up shop, and cat called a few times looking for the right buyer.