ah HAH! That *is* how it works! Excellent!
(Keep in mind that I first started this challenge five years ago. Almost six now! Also, my typing is *horribly* sloppy. It looks better after a second draft, honest.)
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Princess
Race: Human (0 BP)
Attributes: (170 BP)
Bod: 3
Agi: 5 (6)
Rea: 3 (4)
Str: 3 (4)
Cha: 2
Int: 3
Log: 2
Wil: 3
Edge: 3
Essence: 3.0
Initiative: 8 (9)
Passes: 2
Active Skills (130 BP)
Athletic Group: 2
Close Combat Group: 3
Electronics Group: 1
Stealth Group: 1
Automotive Mechanics: 1
Etiquette (Street) : 2 (4)
Intimidation: 3
Negotiation: 1
Perception: 3
Pilot Ground (Bike): 1 (3)
Pistols: 2
Artisan: 1
Knowledge Skills
Motorcycles: 2
Philadelphia's Zero Zone: 3
Rock!: 2
Street Gangs: 2
Urban Brawl: 3
Yakuza: 1
Languages
English: N
Japanese: 1
Spanish: 1
Qualities (0 BP)
Guts
High Pain Tolerence (2)
Moderate Addiction to Zen
Scorched
Contacts (12 BP)
Fixer: 2/2
Street Doc: 2/2
Yakuza Lieutenant: 2/2
Resources (8 BP)
40,000Y
Lifestyle
Low (Two months prepaid)
Gear and Such
Muscle replacement (1)
Wired reflexes (1)
Sony Emperor Commlink with Renraku Ichi O/S (Response 2, Signal 2, Firewall 2, System 2)
Basic Programs: Analyze (2), Browse (2), Command (2), Edit (2), Encrypt (2), Scan (2)
Sim Module
Mapsoft: Philadelphia (4)
Trodes
Virtual Surround Music
Virtual Person
250Y worth of assorted musical chips
Forearm Snap Blades
Knife
Fichetti Security 600 with 60 standard ammo, spare clip, and concealable holster
Armored Vest (6/4)
Fake Sin (2)
Fake Gun Liscense (2)
Fake Driver's Liscense (2)
Automotive Mechanics Kit
Glasses with Image Link
Earbuds
Goggles with Flare Compensation and Lowlight
Micro-Tranceiver (4)
Chisel
Wireclippers
Flashlight
Harley-Davidson Scorpion
Low Lifestyle (2 months)
Background
(Short version)
Princess (Oh how she hates that streetname) was born to a fairly normal middle class home in a middle class neighborhood to middle class parents. She took piano lessons, went to gymnastics lessons, played soccer for the corporate kids team, and so forth ... up until her father was laid off in a downsizing. Their debt was called in, their house taken away, and within a month they were out on the streets of Philadelphia, just in time for New Years Eve. When a potential job opened up, her father took it, despite it being somewhat crooked (Bookkeeping for a small Yakuza-affiliated gang), and teh family moved into the Zero.
Life in the Zero is borderline Hell, with no law to be found and the only governing body being the assorted warlords who run the place. Fortunately, her family had protection from the Yakuza, due to her father's new position, so there was a dirt-poor semblance of a normal life for her. She made a few friends, tried to get by on educational software since there was no school to be found, gritted her teeth, and kept trying to be a good kid.
Then her mother was killed.
Caught in the wrong part of the Zero while trying to buy a Christmas present, she was caught by a rival gang, which ended as these things so often do. Princess was devastated and her father shatered, with him pouring himself into his work and a bottle and Princess trying to find something to cling on to, eventually locking into her father's gang and revenge. By the time she was sixteen, Princess had grown up the hard way, developing a hard edge to keep the world out, a drug habit, and a rep as a real fighter. Her father had fallen into a spiral into destruction, a spiral that she actually was following in her own way, and she'd probably have wound up just another dead ganger had she not made a move and saved a visiting Yakuza soldier from an ambush. He rewarded her with a job as first a guide and lookout, then a bodyguard, then later still an enforcer, impressed by the nail-tough blond. He started having her join him on missions outside the Zero, giving her the first look she'd had of the outside world in five years, bonding the two well.
Over the next couple of months, she served as his bodyguard, concubine, and all around girl friday, delivering packages, beatings, and warnings equally, earning herself a solid position ... or so she thought. Turns out that her "Angel" had repaid her early on, but, on a lark, kept her aroundalmost like a pet, figuring that someone utterly loyal and disposable could come in handy, which she did. He eventually sacrficed her to an ambush meant for him, one that she barely escaped. When she staggered into his home, eyes full of rage, he tried to talk her down, then pulled a gun on her, at which point she killed him. She took what she could, then ran, vanishing back into the Zero... the Yakuza didn't see the need to deal with her, since they'd already planned on killing her boss and she'd saved them a second attempt.
For the past couple of years, she managed to use her stolen goods to buy herself an upgrade, albeit a shoddy one, and has started hiring herself out as an independent contractor again. She currently works for Napoleon as his bodyguard and razorgirl, quietly praying that he won't be like so many others and kick her to the curb when he's done with her. She's built up a tough wall around her to keep teh world out, but, she's actually desperate for someone to love while at the same time thinking of herself as completely unworthy, a self-destructive spiral where, whenever she risks being happy, she finds some way to scuttle it. Princess, who still *hates* her street name (Given to her as a child by the native Zeroes who snickered at her pretty clothes, hair, and mannerisms), but hangs on to it as a reminder of her childhood (Tho she'd never admit it.)
Princess lives a simple life of booze, cigarettes, and playing pool in the bar or plinking away on a guitar in her slummy apartment. She's a diehard Urban Brawl fan, giving Napoleon hell over hisliking a 'Pansy game' like baseball, and is something of a motorhead, with a particular love for motorcycles and the freedom culture that it represents. Some nights, she just goes on a long drive, hoping that she can just outrun her life, but always comes back in the end.
Princess' muscle replacements are fine and barely noticeable, but her wires were a low grade to begin with and have never worked quite right. In particular, she can't turn them completely off, leaving her on edge and cranky from a constant mild headache from the increased blood pressure. She pops painkillers on a regular basis, and has developed a nightly shot of Zen to help her slow down enough to sleep. She'd love to make enough to upgrade to a real set, with an actual off switch that works, a rare razorgirl addicted to going slower, not faster.
Last edited by Wakshaani; 12-03-2006 at 06:44 AM.
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