OK, sorry it took a minute. Here he is.
Duckdown AKA Duck
The best fraggin drummer you're ever gonna hear, chum.
ork rigger
race c ork 0 thermo-vision
stats a 24
magic e none
skills b 36/5
loot d 150,000 80 left
bod- 4
agi- 5
rea- 6/7
str- 5
wil- 3
log- 3
int- 5
cha- 4
edg- 3
ess- 3 (3.15)
ini- 2d6+12
composure- 7
memory- 6
lift- 9
judge intentions- 9
phys limit- 7
mental limit- 5
social limit- 5
physical- 10
stun- 10
overflow- 4
karma: 35-10edge=25-15edge=10+9addiction=19
+10SIN=29+9dependents=38+5bias=43-5mind=38
-11firstimp=27-13loot=14-1contact=13
-3history=10-6or'zet= 4 left over.
-qualities
moderate Zen addiction
Criminal SIN
dependents (4 young nieces)
biased vs non-goblin
analytical mind
first impression
-knowledges
English (native)
or'zet 3
Street: gang politics 1
[City] knowledge 2
fixers 1
interest: national politics 1
corporate politics 1
music 4
(goblin-rock) (6)
history 2
(oppression) (4)
profession: cars 1
-skills
engineering group 3
aero mech
auto mech
indu mech
naut mech
athletics group 2
running
swimming
gymnastics
gunnery 4
armorer 2
pilot ground craft 5
pilot aircraft 2
unarmed 3
(implant weapons) (5)
perform 5
(drums) (7)
perception 4
automatics 3
con 1
sneak 1
intimidate 2
computer 1
negotiate 1
lifestyle: low (2600)
-upgrades
alphaware lvl 1 control rig
smartlink
alphaware wired reflexes lvl 1
spurs (right arm)
-weapons
Ares Crusader II
Top mounted laser sight
1 clip std, 1 clip gel, 1 clip explosive
-armor
armor vest
biomonitor
concealed holster
nonconductivity lvl 4
Ballistic mask +2intimidate limit
respirator lvl 5
flare comp
vision mag
vision enhance lvl 2
-gear
10 doses of zen
auto-mech kit
armorer kit
aero-mech kit
white noise generator lvl 6
tag eraser
subvocal mic
std credstick 280ny
3 sets crappy clothes (30ny)
1 nice suit (400ny)
2 high fashion urban-wear (300ny)
Maersk Spider DR-4 DP-4 FW-5
autosoft (ak-97) lvl 6
autosoft (defiance t-250) lvl 4
Box std rifle ammo (1000)
box std pistol ammo (200)
box gel pistol ammo (200)
box explosive pistol ammo (100)
box shotgun APDS ammo (300)
-papers
Lvl 5 fake SIN (Dralton McAfee)
lvl 5 fake licenses for control rig, wired reflexes, crusader, and CC.
lvl 1 fake SIN (Erin Dandelle)
-vehicles and drones
Toyota Gopher
rigger interface
Sensor Array lvl 3
camera
MAD scanner
radio signal scanner
omni-directional mic
geiger counter
olfactory sensor
standard weapon mount (front)
Ak-97
standard weapon mount (rear)
Ak-97
Aztechnology crawler
omni-directional mic lvl 2
camera lvl2
standard weapon mount
defiance t-250
-contacts
T-Ball, my former manager.
loyalty- 2 connections- 4
kindof dorky, but he's a good guy. dwarf in his mid 50's with a twisty beard. Knows a lot of people you'd expect someone in the music biz to know.
Drank, drug dealer
loyalty- 1 connections- 2
The cousin of a human rapper i met in jail. I told him i'd play drums for his album when he gets out. He's a lazy shit though, so it'll probably never happen.
Zipline, go-ganger
loyalty- 1 connections- 3
The ork widow of my late brother, Leonard. They had two daughters together, Melinda and Pharos, 3 and 5. She doesn't really like me, but she knows i'm good for my word.
Deen, bass player
loyalty- 4 connections- 2
Troll woman I used to date right after I got out of jail. She's an INCREDIBLE bass player, and an uncompromising philosopher, but she's also a violent drunk and sometimes, shit got outta hand. She'd had a rough life and from time to time, she'd take it out on me. Things didn't work out, but we still keep on good terms.
Sully, illusion mage
loyalty- 3 connections- 3
This is the guy that used to do stage effects for us back when chupa first started getting big. He hooked up with us for free, just for the exposure, but soon, he was getting offers for paying gigs that we just couldnt match. Dude is really talented, and even though we havent seen eachother in a long time, we still keep in touch.
-Story
Orks don't live near as long as the rest of you, so we live harder. We dance harder, we fight harder, we sleep harder, we dream harder, we love harder. It's that last one that's the most powerful, man. Love, dude, love. Love's how the ugliest smeltery worker you ever seen ended up pairing with the raging fire of a woman that is my mother. She's 46 now, older than most of us get, and the proud mother of 11 daughters and 6 sons. I still got three brothers out there somewhere. They're all grown and moved on, i think one of em joined the army or went to jail or something. I'm not really sure. Sisters, i got two left out there. As rough as life is for everyone, it's even rougher for us, and rougher still for our women. I can't even imagine what trolls have to go through. damn. can't even imagine... Anyway, my sisters Agatha and Theresa still live in town. I'm pretty sure neither of them are officially members of a gang, but they hang out with those guys ALOT. Agatha's 13 years old. She's an adult. I don't really give a shit what SHE does, but Theresa is still just a kid. She should at least TRY to go to school. At least till she hated it so much, she started acting out and getting into fights to get out of it. That's what i did. That's what you're supposed to do. That's like, what school is for, right man?
I used to be an angry little trog, y'know?
I was really into my hands as a kid. I wanted to climb with em, and build stuff with em, and beat people up with em, and i got pretty good at doin all that stuff. But then, there was that one day. My mother was living with my late sister Monica's father at the time. I think his name was Terrance or Jessica or something. Probably not Jessica. Anyways, he played hardcore beebop jazz saxophone and me and him really got along well, unlike most of my mothers partners. He was a crazy guy, always tellin jokes, bouncin around, fidgeting with his fingers, come to think of it, that trog was probably a cokehead. Fraaaaaag. I always wondered why mom threw him out while she was pregnant. Ok, anyways, he comes home from a gig one night, late as shit, and he brings with him, into our living room, this nice lookin drumset. It was the shiniest thing I'd seen in my entire life, and long after my siblings had finished fighting over it and lost interest, i just kept banging on that thing for years. Nowadays, I'm just the best drummer in the plex. It aint no big deal, chummer.
I used to rock with El Chupacabracadabra. I don't know what bullshit the label made em change the name to. I don't listen to that pop drek, but you've probably heard em. I was the only ork in the group, and no one really understood the struggle but me, so once i started writing songs for em, we stared blowin up. Eventually, the type of guy i am got to be too much of a liability for em. See, in the music biz, you gotta be able to lie to people's faces and pretend to be stupid. That's how you get that nuyen. You make what the teeny-boppers wanna hear. Something to keep the little corp kids from realizing THEY are what's wrong with the world. Either that or tell the ghetto kids that they matter and not to sell drugs. I wouldnt do it. When i write a song, it's the chip truth. So, they got a record contract and replaced me with some dandelion eater. Changed the name and fired our dwarf manager, too. Name was T-Ball. Solid guy. Kindof a dork, but he was always straight with us. Dude always had our backs and they did him like that? Did me like that? Buncha squishes, with their frakkin squish bullshit.
I kinda lost my temper. I don't like to dwell on the old stupid days, but lets just say, some property was damaged, some charges were pressed, and i got arrested. Good thing T-Ball still liked me. He didn't have the connections to get the charges dropped, but he got em lessened and my time reduced. I did 8 months for destruction of private property and criminal mischief. I was lucky. They coulda got me for grand theft auto and attempted murder if they really wanted to be dicks about it. I'da probably died in there if they'da hit me with that. Prison turned out to not be so bad. It mellowed me out a lot. And not just cause i started smoking a LOT more zen. I also did a lot of soul searching and a lot of writing. If i could sing, I'd have an entire album ready to record.
When i got out, T-Ball tried to get me legal work, but between my new criminal SIN, my race, and the new pastime i'd picked up in jail, that never panned out. It dawned on me about five months after i got out that i was gonna have to make money on my own. I mean, shit, it was only 4 months till i was 20 years old. Almost over the hill, or so I thought at the time. It's been about 4 years of running the shadows since then. I was able to hit the ground running due to the few people I'd met playing with 'Chupa around town for all that time.
Lately though, the money has been tight. I'd already pissed off more than a few fixers and the calls have kinda stopped coming in. Then, RIGHT when I thought it couldnt get any worse, I got the news that my sister, Shelly had died. Worse news than that was the news that her 4 daughters were coming up from Florida to live with me. Mandy, Sarah, Trish, and Cindy; 8,7,6, and 4. They just showed up yesterday, still too much in shock about their mother to really notice the shithole I've got them living in. Rent is due soon and I aint got enough to cover it. I'll be damned if I'm gonna make those girls sleep in the fuckin' gopher. Time to hit the streets again and get my fuckin' NAME back out there.
