I would personally probably be more interested in 5ed.
Now... what could i bring to the game.. commitment, team-play, a moderate attitude. i think that would sum it up, by now ai am familiar with the rules so i would not be a burden on that aspect. i am also running 2 characters and GMing a game (James in "neverland", Kitty in "Lockdown!" and running splintered state atm). Both of them are deckers, akagitsune was running in a game, but that one went the way of the Dodo... i really liked the character... that said off to provide you with concepts
Concept 1 (ok... its more of a backstory than a concept)
Officially I don't exist, i was born a gutter punk kid from Montreal, raised by the Mafia, they used to call me "shooting star" at first it was a joke about the way i shot, then it was not a joke anymore, the light flash was the last think you would see if i ever got a contract on you, not any more though, things change, and when you refuse a hit you are the one on the hit list just after the target, but you know, its hard to give a shooting star cement shoes, some things are too quick in the sky for you to grasp, i am one of them.
I started doing small delivery jobs for the crews that populated my neighbourhood, i was fast as a bolt, i even almost made into a crew once, it was short lived, the capo got greedy and a hit was commissioned on the whole crew, Sante "legs" got wacked, Dumont went to ground but they eventually found him, Jimmy was a good friend then, my mentor, he was the first to buy the farm, me? i was just an elf kid that knew how to shoot straight and was doing minor dealing for the older members, eventually they forgot about me, my name died there, i was just 14.
I ended falling in the good graces years later, no one remembered me, i was 25, had been scrapping a living as hit man, working for the highest bider, eventually my name caught the attention of the family again, by then i was no longer just a street gutter punk kid learning my trade, some juice was already there, i was quicker, bolder and deadlier, its easy work to scare or wack people not wanting or bending into the construction permits that the mob requires, and no one builds without their authorization, not even the mayor, unless he wants bad things happening in his city.
Now you are wondering why i am telling you this, you are a mark, see? you have a contract on you, these are your last few minutes alive, and perhaps maybe i just want to talk, perhaps i want your forgiveness, i don't want you to think i am a bad man, i don't do this for pleasure, i have been around long enough to know that bad things happen to good people. Yes i look young, not older than 25 you would say if the gag ball wasn't there, that's one of the advantages of mommy and daddy having been elf's.
No i don't do it for pleasure, so tell me, if you had a skill and you where on my shoes what would you do? The terror stricken look on the man's face said it all eventually, a mix of horror, despise and hate. Yeah... i see, you would do the same, perhaps you would try to get out, perhaps i did try to, perhaps that's what brought me here, i tried to save a few, i tried to love more than a few, i tried... but then karma comes knocking back at your door, i even fooled them a couple of times, good people deserve a second chance. You? a gentle smile flickers on Dawon's face
Organleggers don't count as good people do they? no matter how much money they give to charity and how many social events they go to, you... I would probably do for free, but a man has to pay the bills.
The gun poised in the man's head, just waiting for a commlink signal Dawon continued Do i regret some of it?... Yes i do... would i have saved more if i could? yes i would, but that's a regret that will haunt me in my nightmares and that i will carry to my grave. A sudden knock on the door cut Dawon's monologue abruptly.
Sir? are you all right? Sir? sounded a muffled voice from teh other side of the door.
Fate has chosen the time for your demise he continued shortly, the French accent evident in the near perfect English. it sounded just like the sound of one spitting seeds out of the mouth, the bullets found their way into the man's brain.
as the sound of the first shoulder slammed into the door, Dawon paused for a second, sighed, holstered the guns in their wrist compartments and stepped towards the window. speaking into the his sub vocal microphone he issue a series of almost imperceptible speech to text command into his commlink.
>>Message "Blight"
>>>Mark is down
>>Stop video footage
>>Erase last hour video footageWith another sigh he looked over the window sill, the path to the alley 10 meters below clear, taking a small jump into the a nearby fire escape Dawon exited the building as the door to the apartment came crashing down.
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Concept 2 (again...backstory...)
Name: “Akagitsune” or “Aka”
Background: the story of “Akagitsune” (or what she disclosed) is pretty much straightforward; she is a newcomer to Seattle, she has no close ties to the community nor is affiliated with any power in the metroplex area, although her accent does not differ much (or anything) from those in the vicinity. It was rumored that she is a corporate fugitive and she has neither acknowledged nor denied that information. She holds a strictly business posture and has a calculating demeanor and she uses her fists as her preferred weapon, “silence is golden” she has quoted occasionally, she is also an accomplished archer.
Physical description: 5’5” height and well-toned muscles, she moves with grace, not overly muscular but rather fit, she is known to pack a punch. She is of apparent European-Japanese birth, which with her red hair and brown eyes, makes somewhat of a contrast, although not a dazzling beauty it his intriguing nonetheless, she wears it long with the right side shaved, and its usually tied in a ponytail and showing a slim blue colored braid right where the buzz cut starts.
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Clara´s situation is Shiawase was promising, both her parents where sarariman. Her schooling and training (as well as her awakened status) marked her as a potential security operative, and that was what she was being groomed for. Being an Hafu is not easy in Shiawase, but it certainly is easier than being gaijin, maybe that was why Clara´s mother was always so status conscious and also why she always pushed her so hard, demanding the double, or more, than Clara´s instructors.
It all changed when she had to extract her longtime friend, Samuel Robbin, her only friend worth that name in fact. Had he not gotten in more than he and his runners friends (yes, he was double-dealing, acting as an inside person in Shiawase, making some NuYens on the side as it was) could handle and Clara would not have to put her head on the shopping block, the blade did not fall, Samuel got scot-free and the company was none the wise, but yet Clara took the blame for the presumed failed intrusion on the corporate physical security system. Her security clearance got downgraded to near drek and her mother was barely able to contain her hanger (although she held her composure least loose more face). Something odd came of that event though, Samuel stumbled upon a piece of information that he passed along to Clara, her father had not died, he had eloped the corporation and the archive “true” information was classified ever since. Clara did try to go thru the proper channel asking questions in a discreet manner, the result? Her mother hanger a flight booking to Osaka, apparently an assignment in the HQ, truth is, that’s what they call when they want to sideline you and keep a close eye on you. Thus only one venue was open for Clara, escape and try to figure out what happened the hard way, even if she had to resort to shadowrunning to do it. Escaping Shiawase for another corporation was not a practical solution, although it could be more feasible it would be exchanging one golden prison for another, better to work outside the grid and get it done with.
Gathering what she could afford to carry on her back and harassing Samuel to get her the clearances for some equipment (after all, she had taken the fall because of him) she was able to escape to greater Seattle hoping to get away from her mother and Shiawase tight grip. Samuel was also able to get her in touch with a fixer (insert name here, possible connection to other members of the team) so she could get up and running, she did owe him though, but giri was a concept that both she and Samuel understood only too well.
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It stung, if anything it stung deeply, her face flushed with the pain, not the physical pain but the one inflicted by shame.
<That will be the last time you address that matter, to me or anyone in the company> Clara mother snapped after hitting Clara´s cheek. <But mother…> Clara interjected, <But nothing! You will not compromise my position, or your position for that matter, in the company, this is the last warning I give you, you will abide by my decision and this will be the last I ear of that, do I make myself clear?> Sandra snapped again nipping Clara´s sentence even before it started.
Bowing deeply but fuming with anger Clara just did not see the point of going on <yes mother, I am sorry for bring it up>, <good, please return to you quarters, I may need your presence later on> Sandra said in a more peaceful tone, taking one step closer but holding back at the thought, Sandra just waited for Clara to withdraw to her room, nurturing had never been one of her strong points, the exact opposite of Hitoshi Hanzõ, Clara´s father who she had thought dead for nearly 6 years.
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Stepping gingerly into the garage Carla virtually flicked the light switch, to her surprise a bleary eyed kid rubbed his eyes while getting up from where he was sit down, a yellow Ducati replica.
“Hey kiddo-kun, are you not supposed to be in bed?!?” Said Clara while double checking the time in her AR display, and it was correct, 2:27 AM, the not correct part was her brother sleeping in the garage.
Putting a hand in from of his mouth and yawning silently before speaking, Hiro blurted < Mom does not like when you call me that> he frowned while still stretching.
Hiro was 11 years old, the face resemblance was evident, but that was only natural for they were brothers, the major difference was the air which was brown in Hiro’s case while Clara took after her mother and her hair was fiery red. – Mom will have more than that to be peeved at, what are you doing here? Clara asked her younger brother, clearly chiding him for disturbing her escape.
<Mom knows... you know… are you coming back big sis?> at the sound of that Clara dropped to one knee and grabbed Hiro by his small shoulders, holding him at harms length and looking into his big brown eyes she asked “how do you know that? How does she know?”
Hiro just shrugged <I don’t know big sis, I just know mom knows and I just know…> Clara held him in a close hug and whispered softly “I know kiddo-kun, you still don´t get how you know stuff that you are not supposed to know, and I have stopped trying to understand, you just know. But I need you to do me a favour… keep an eye on “kamisori” for me will you? I will come back for her one day”
Hiro turned his head to look at the bike, sleek, yellow and while it was nowhere as fast as more current designs she had an agile air that screamed manoeuvrability. “It was Dad’s bike, you where still a little kid when he… you don’t remember… but it became my bike after that, I I am keeping it safe for Dad, wherever he is, I just need you to keep her safe till I get back, ok kiddo?” it was hard keeping back a tear that kept wanting to fall out of her left eye, Hiro was probably the person she would miss most.
<Big sis, are you crying?> Hiro frowned “no kiddo, I am not, just hold on tight, and do me another favor will you? You kow how I really hate when I speak in English and you keep sticking with Japanese” Clara said while getting up and grinning mischievously to Hiro.
“eheh I know big sis!” Hiro said with a wider grin. Clara winked at him and graciously stepped around the green Bentley concordat, behind her Hiro looked while his sister crouched by the small door that led to the yard, next to it the big garage door stood closed, his sister opened the smaller door, looked for a few seconds, glanced back one more time and vanished into the night. Hiro was left alone with just “kamisore”, for that was what her sister called the yellow Ducati replica, the big green sedan and shelves filled with unused bric-a-brac that his sister and his mother kept throwing in the garage for the maids to eventually clean out.
<And you little boy should be in bed!> the words where razor cold and Hiro gave a scared jump just to see his mother hovering near one of the dark corners of the garage, no, not his mother, her astral projection, almost like a ghost, his hearth thumped wildly in his chest and from his aura Carmen could see she had scared him, speaking in a softer tone she said <I am sorry son, I did not mean to startle you, but you should not meddle in the affairs of grown-ups, time for you to be in bed> controlling himself Hiro just bowed and said tonelessly <I am sorry mother, I did not mean to…> bowing again and deeper Hiro just headed inside the house, his hearth still thumping.
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- <Rikugun Taii-sama, we have lost contact with the patrol on sector 12-A, biometrics show they are only incapacitated, should we deploy for interception?> asked the young officer in the MFID uniform.
- “mou iya desu…” said Kato, the Rikugun Taii in charge, after taking a small breath. <we stick with the plan advised by Hanzõ-sama, let the girl go but keep a close surveillance schedule… discreet, Hiroshi-san, assume command, and do not disturb unless it is strickly necessery> Kato quickly gave the orders, He still did not like any of this, but orders had come from high above and as things where proceeding as planned it did not matter, at least his hide was safe,
<most likely just another filthy rat jumping overboard and that gaijin woman is just trying to protect her cub… pff weak gaijin… wonder why we tolerate her> Kato mumbled under his breath while he strode to his quarters where his bed waited for his long due sleep.
