Took me some work, but I managed to get my TM scavver done up. As usual, open to review and accept all suggestions!
(Added note for Aria or whoever, I swear I heard something regarding free contacts among the tribes, but wasn't sure. At the moment, that part is not filled)
(Also, may be working on a sketch for physical reference, and will put it up when/if I have one)
Stats:[spoiler]
== Info ==
Name: James Martinson Alias: Pinion
Human, Male Movement: 8/16
5'11", 195 lbs Composure: 10
Street Cred: 0 Judge Intentions: 10
Notoriety: 0 Lift/Carry: 4 (30 kg/20 kg)
Public Awareness: 0 Memory: 12
Karma: 0 Nuyen: 367+ starting
Age: 38 Skin: Fair
Eyes: Blue Hair: Brown
== Priorities ==
Metatype: E(0) - Human
Attributes: A(4) - 24 Attributes
Special: C(2) - Adept, Magician, or Technomancer
Skills: A(4) - 46 Skills/10 Skill Groups
Resources: E(0) - 6,000¥
== Attributes ==
BOD: 2 CHA: 5
AGI: 4 INT: 5
REA: 4 LOG: 5
STR: 2 WIL: 5
EDG: 3 RES: 3
== Derived Attributes ==
Essence: 6 Initiative: 9 + 1d6
Physical Damage Track: 9 Rigger Init: 9 + 1d6
Stun Damage Track: 11 Astral Init:
Physical: 4 Matrix AR Init: 9 + 1d6
Mental: 7 Matrix VR Cold Init: 5 + DP + 3d6
Social: 7 Matrix VR Hot Init: 5 + DP + 4d6
Astral: 7
== Active Skills ==
Aeronautics Mechanic Base: 3 + Karma: 0 = 3 Pool: 8
Armorer Base: 4 + Karma: 0 = 4 Pool: 9
Automatics Base: 3 + Karma: 0 = 3 Pool: 7
Automotive Mechanic Base: 3 + Karma: 0 = 3 Pool: 8
Clubs Base: 3 + Karma: 0 = 3 Pool: 7
Compiling Base: 3 + Karma: 0 = 3 Pool: 6
Computer Base: 4 + Karma: 0 = 4 Pool: 9
Cybercombat Base: 5 + Karma: 0 = 5 Pool: 10
Disguise Base: 2 + Karma: 0 = 2 Pool: 7
Electronic Warfare Base: 5 + Karma: 0 = 5 Pool: 10
Etiquette Base: 3 + Karma: 0 = 3 Pool: 8
Gunnery Base: 3 + Karma: 0 = 3 Pool: 7
Gymnastics Base: 1 + Karma: 0 = 1 Pool: 5
Hacking Base: 5 + Karma: 0 = 5 Pool: 10
Hardware Base: 5 + Karma: 0 = 5 Pool: 10
Industrial Mechanic Base: 3 + Karma: 0 = 3 Pool: 8
Nautical Mechanic Base: 3 + Karma: 0 = 3 Pool: 8
Negotiation (Bargaining) Base: 4 + Karma: 0 = 4 Pool: 9 (11)
Palming Base: 2 + Karma: 0 = 2 Pool: 6
Perception Base: 3 + Karma: 0 = 3 Pool: 8
Pistols (Tasers) Base: 1 + Karma: 0 = 1 Pool: 5 (7)
Registering (Machine Sprites) Base: 1 + Karma: 0 = 1 Pool: 4 (6)
Running Base: 1 + Karma: 0 = 1 Pool: 3
Sneaking Base: 2 + Karma: 0 = 2 Pool: 6
Software Base: 4 + Karma: 0 = 4 Pool: 9
== Knowledge Skills ==
Area Knowledge: Seattle (Puyallup) Base: 1 + Karma: 0 = 1 Pool: 6 (
Business (Retail) Base: 2 + Karma: 0 = 2 Pool: 7 (9)
Data Havens Base: 2 + Karma: 0 = 2 Pool: 7
Engineering Base: 3 + Karma: 0 = 3 Pool: 8
English N
Japanese Base: 3 + Karma: 0 = 3 Pool: 8
Mandarin Base: 3 + Karma: 0 = 3 Pool: 8
Matrix Games Base: 2 + Karma: 0 = 2 Pool: 7
Music Base: 1 + Karma: 0 = 1 Pool: 6
Shadow Community Base: 2 + Karma: 0 = 2 Pool: 7
Spanish Base: 3 + Karma: 0 = 3 Pool: 8
Sperethiel Base: 3 + Karma: 0 = 3 Pool: 8
Sprawl Life Base: 3 + Karma: 0 = 3 Pool: 8
== Contacts ==
Dr. Isoto (Street Doc) (CON: 2, LOY: 4)
An altruistic soul, if such a thing can exist anymore. Has patched me up on more than one occasion, as well as hooked me up with medicine for when Mel got sick. Sometimes I can fix up equipment for him, and that usually takes care of payment I'd thinkMagpie (Fence) (CON: 4, LOY: 2)
A tiny little dwarfette that I'm pretty sure has a few gears loose. Crazy and obsessed with trinkets, she somehow manages to sell off what she wants, and get stuff in exchange for more 'shinies'...which I tend to find.
Mr. Fowl (Fixer) (CON: 5, LOY: 1)
Occasionally, I may find myself needing a bit more jing than working within the Mechanicals will get me. It's small time, but Mr. Fowl has been a reliable source of acquiring contract work
Reggie (Bartender) (CON: 3, LOY: 2
Classic sympathetic ear and definite enabler of my drinking habits, this guy is pretty well connected to the goings on at the local level, be it with tribes, gangs, or even occasional Star/KE activity. Brutally honest and smooth, a wicked combo...
== Qualities ==
Addiction (Moderate) (Alcohol)
After losing Trish, the world felt like a darker place. I admit I've fallen to the drink as a way of easing the pain. Melissa's hit the age where she realizes it is an issue, and as such likes to shoot me a look whenever a glass or bottle is in my hand
Allergy (Uncommon, Mild) (Gold)
Gotta love weird quirks, huh? I'm just glad that it's so rare in anything below superhigh class that I don't usually have to touch it
Analytical Mind
Dealing with customers, delving into machine systems. both are simply problems that can be worked through with thinking.
Dependent (Demanding)
My daughter. Accepted and welcomed byt the tribe, but not ready to serve an active role. I do my best, despite her rebellious teen spirit.
Natural Hardening
The other Emerged say it's from the type of hacking I do for as long as I have, but bad code seems to bounce off my brain somethimes...
Photographic Memory
This came in really handy working retails. Repeat customers love being recognized, as it makes them feel special
Technomancer
Will to Live (Rating 1)
Survival instinct...after life went to drek, I needed to push on. For myself, for Trish, for Melissa.
== Lifestyles ==
Low 1 months
== Armor ==
Clothing ("Assorted Clothes") 0
Lined Coat 9
+Chemical Protection 3
+Fire Resistance 2
+Nonconductivity 4
== Weapons ==
AK-97
+Gas-Vent 3 System
+Laser Sight
+Shock Pad
+Spare Clip
+Spare Clip
+Spare Clip
Pool: 7 Accuracy: 6 DV: 10P AP: -2 RC: 5
Colt Cobra TZ-120
+Concealable Holster
+Folding Stock
+Gas-Vent 3 System
+Laser Sight
+Spare Clip
+Spare Clip
+Spare Clip
+Spare Clip
Pool: 7 Accuracy: 5 DV: 7P AP: - RC: 7
Staff
Pool: 7 Accuracy: 6 DV: 5P AP: - RC: 1
Stun Baton
Pool: 7 Accuracy: 4 DV: 9S(e) AP: -5 RC: 1
Unarmed Attack
Pool: 3 Accuracy: 4 DV: 2S AP: - RC: 1
Yamaha Pulsar
Pool: 5 (7) Accuracy: 5 DV: 7S(e) AP: -5 RC: 1
== Commlink ==
Living Persona (ATT: 5, SLZ: 5, DP: 5, FWL: 5)
Renraku Sensei (ATT: 0, SLZ: 0, DP: 3, FWL: 3)
+Sim Module
== Gear ==
Ammo: Gel Rounds (Submachine Guns) x96
Ammo: Regular Ammo (Submachine Guns) x160
Ammo: Regular Ammo (Assault Rifles) x190
Ammo: Stick-n-Shock (Assault Rifles) x76
Ammo: Taser Dart (Tasers) x40
Certified Credstick, Silver x3
Certified Credstick, Standard Rating 5 x8
Datachip x50
Fake SIN (Blake Turner) Rating 3
+Fake License (Concealed Carry Permit) Rating 3
+Fake License (Weapon License) Rating 3
+Fake License (Salvager's License) Rating 3
Flashlight
Goggles Rating 1
+Vision Magnification
Micro-Transceiver
Respirator Rating 4
Sensor Tags x20
Slap Patch, Stim Patch Rating 4 x3
Slap Patch, Trauma Patch x2
Sling (AK-97)
Tool Kit (Hardware)[/spoiler]
Background
[spoiler]"Alright, is this thing on? Oh yeah, good. Well, if you're viewing this, I'm likely either dead in a ditch somewhere or something has happened to make me disappear. I'm hoping this will never get out, but if it does, I don't want any of me to be forgotten, you know? I suppose I should start with my name, eh? My name is James Martinson, though anyone who knows me know refers to me as Cog. It's fitting, and I'll get to that, but to start any story, I'll sum it up in a single sentence.
Emerging sucks.
Actually, I should clarify. What sucks about Emerging is doing it without you realizing and having someone else, say your boss, figure it out before you do and use that info to screw over yourself and anything to do with you. Too harsh? Ah, I'll start from the beginning.
Growing up my life was pretty standard. Dad was a wageslave, mom was a wageslave, and like me and my siblings, we all got jobs right out of school. I managed to score as a store associate for a rotation of low-time corporate retailers. While not a star, I was no slouch, and working the sales machines took less time for me than most, and a lot of customers liked my voice and style. Charming, huh? Even landed a wife, a beautiful girl-next-door-kind-of-way lass named Trish. Details aren't important, but we each seemed to make the humdrum of life bearable.
And then I Emerged. I didn't catch it, as anytime I'd access the Matrix, I'd be staring at some screen or using AR glasses, so it seemed no different to me that the devices weren't even powered on. My boss caught on though, and that's where the drek hit the turbofan real fast. Before I know it, upper corporate had suits investigating embezzlement claims, and guess where the perfectly laid evidence of device use and transfer times pointed? You guessed it. I had two choices: either admit to the claims and face the charges and screw myself into poverty, or take a risk and burn my civilized life and hopefully start new. Between guaranteed slotting or probable slotting, there was no question as to the choice I took, and burn my old life I did.
Just one complication: as luck would have it, Trish and I were expecting our daughter in a matter of weeks. So, homeless, SINless, jobless, we were left to wander the streets, fending off hoodlums and hunger at the same time. For three weeks we struggled, but it was clear that we were failing, mysefl reduced to using my techniques and abilities to hack food kiosks to dispense our dinners. I must have been drek with covering my tracks, because a couple technomancers from this tribe called the Mechanicals found me, saw our plight, and for reasons I still cannot fathom today brought us in.
I almost wish they had found us sooner though, as Trish had fallen ill the few days leading up to our salvation. Weak and weary, she was unable to survive the delivery of our child in a bolthole in some apartment, my face the last thing she saw. I made a promise to make a future for our child, and with that bearing in mind I swore my abilities to the Mechanicals, learning from their more experienced crew, including how to defend myself. It wasn't hard to find my calling after a few years while taking care of Melissa, my daughter. With my work history, my new hacking tools, and some basic urban survival, I was a perfect scavenger and trader. I made income by picking up discarded tech, making it work and (il)legitimately ours before selling it off at profit.
I've been doing that for a good decade or so now, doing the best i can. Puyallup is an interesting place, but me and mine are safe for now and that's all that matters. I managed to acquire some education materials off the 'Trix for Melissa and have been doing my best to provide her a safe education. She's quite bright, and about as good with machines as myself at least. The others have even given her the name Sprocket in reflection of her knack, though I can't tell if she's fond of it (being a teen now, she is proving quite hard to read) But for now, the status quo is being kept. It's hard work, but rewarding, and I like to approach every opportunity positively with a smile, knowing that things will get better..eventually...[/spoiler]