Chrona
Posted By: Money Johnson
Name: Maximilian Siegfried
Handle: Chrona, BloodClaw
Age: 30
Height: 2.2 Meters
Weight: ~200 kg
Hair: None
Eyes: White (Naturally Blind)
Gender: Male
Metatype: Born Ork (Infected with Kriegar Strain of HMHVV)
Awakened: Yes (Magician, highly suspected to be Hermetic Tradition)
So, stop me if you’ve heard this one before. Brother and sister are nicely in their happy corporate home when suddenly something happens to them that cause them to be ostracized and kicked out of their happy homes into the slums of the world.
Yeah, we’ve all heard it before, but this isn’t Japan we’re talking about here, this is a Mega in Germany, SK-P if I catch the accent on him right with the few times I’ve heard him speak German. “But hey, the Dragon don’t care what metatype you are, WTF?”
Well, in this case, they changed because of HMHVV, the Human Meta-Human Vampiric Virus, each getting a different strain somehow. (Horrible name for it as well, but it was given back in the days when people thought that Metahumans weren’t human, so we’re stuck with it.).
Well, the bigots who didn’t read the “Metatype” up at the top have closed the file or moved onto the next datapage to see who else is listed here with a sputter of, “Man-eating monster” or other such thing, and frankly we’re better off without them. Now, let’s get to the nitty-gritty.
Maxy here and his sister were playing; enjoying their nice, safe corporate life when they were attacked by the monsters that their corporate lords assured them did not exist. They got infected, and kicked out into the gutters we all know and loathe. After adjusting to being a ghoul and surviving with sanity mostly intact, it appears he taught himself magic somehow, either through a master, mentor spirit, or a computer with some sorcery tutorials (And a braille system, which he also would have had to learn.).
Next I find out about him, it’s been a decade or so and he’s in Seattle, in the Redmond Barrens, working with the 162 street gang, and doing a bit of shadow work to build up his skills, contacts, and money (Not necessarily in that order.). Eventually he joined up with two other shadowrunners as a team, who accepted him for being a ghoul. I suspect that this is where he also got his street name, a bastardization of “Kurona”, as one of the members was Japanese, and it does fit him so well.
Things were happy and violent (And profitable, of course) until a ‘run went bad and they lost their Japanese member in the sewers in an improvised escape plan. Unhappy with the results, and showing an uncharacteristic (for shadowrunners) loyalty, the two ‘runners hunted for their lost friend for a year, until they were attached to a larger team, whose job it was to extract said person. Problem was, she wasn’t exactly herself any longer, and didn’t want to learn about her old self, either.
From various sources, I’ve been able to piece together that this was a major trigger to Chrona wanting to find his sister once again. Problem is, Biz happened to get in that way, Tempo was hitting the streets, and jobs were too many and profitable to just pass up. He’d need all the things those jobs gave to pay for finding his sister in cred, rep, and intel. He also picked up a bit of chemistry skills along the way, likely to help with the drug jobs. (I, personally, applaud him for this, as my chemistry home cooking lessons began, and ended, when I tried to make some homemade wine, and nearly blew up a bed.). He also got into bed with the Italian Mafia, not an easy thing to do as most families in Seattle barely like magicians (orks, they’re OK with, good kneebreakers.).
After a trip overseas, and during his downtime, he was attacked by some rather mysterious Shinto priestesses, and not in the Hentai style, either. He took them out, but they were alive enough to answer questions, like why him. Turns out they were specially trained Infected Hunters from Japan (Got to love how equal rights they are over there, neh?), and were chasing after a Wendigo that had attacked their temple, and used ritual magic to track the creature to Chrona. Ghoul, Wendigo, easy mistake to make, one is only naked and the other furry!
So, after a bit of… Negotiation, he found out that the creature (for lack of a better term yet), was in LA, and found himself in the bright lights of the reality ‘trid life that is the shadows of the city of stars. Got himself a decent P2.0 rating as “BloodClaw”! Wonder how long it took the marketing execs to think that one up. Eventually, they cornered the Windego in a scrap yard, and surprise of surprises, she up and forces out a “Max” from her now rather altered mouth. Other than that, she’s been pretty much feral (How a feral gets from Germany to Japan to LA, I’ll never know. I want to, as those airlines are either really good, or really, really bad!). Wrapping her lovingly in a few wrecked cars, Chrona (Max, BloodClaw, hard to keep up with names sometimes, isn’t it?), started work on trying to restore sanity to an Infected.
Impossible you say? Well, guess how much funding goes into that kind of research? Go on, guess. Well, unless you said “None”, you’re wrong. That’s right, hasn’t even been tried yet, so don’t be saying it’s impossible. Dragons were impossible at one time, too, remember?
A quick trip to Germany for the first time since he changed, then back to Seattle for some well-earned R&R doing shadowruns, finally Chrona and company find themselves somewhere in South America due to a Cartel who was seriously slotted off with the Italian Family he was affiliated with.
I can’t figure out exactly what happened, but if you’ll look at a satellite map just before he was kidnapped, and just a little while afterwards, yeah, that’s a really big lake there now, isn’t it? I’ll let you folks draw your own conclusions.
Well, when you blow up a country, no matter how “Small”, it’s time to let the heat die down a bit for, oh a decade, or two, or three. He got himself a nice little place he calls “Mord Haus” (“Murder House”? Really?), and mostly just chills for gigs that interest him, with the occasional helping hand to young ‘runners in need of a helping hand.
Personality wise, he’s pretty all right, unless mad, in which case things that anger him get a serious case of dead really, really fast. I will, again, point out satellite image number two. He doesn’t seem to have any kind of prejudices, except maybe bigots, but hey, who likes a bigot? He’s exceptionally intelligent, which catches a lot of people off due to his size and being a “Zombie”, and I’ve heard he’s been attending anger management courses, or at least attempting to be a lot less dangerous when angry.
Physically, he’s almost at peak performance, which isn’t bad for an ork that’s 30-years old. Perhaps it’s the HMHVV, or just a really good exercise regime. It might be his diet, but I’m not going to go there. Appearance-wise, he does look like a ghoul, but lacks the characteristic scarring from rapid growth (Possibly due to being infected so young), and he’s pretty close to troll-sized. Well, small troll-sized at least.
As for the rest, aside from keeping “Snacks” in his lined coat, eating them in public like it was just another soysloppy from Stuffer Shack, and enjoying Classical Music (That’s the stuff from the Renaissance-Era, not Classical Rock you heathens!), I’ll let the rumors of his life be his own to handle from there. Mainly as I can’t tell which ones his enemies have spread, which ones he has spread himself, which ones are true, and which ones are just pure drek. Better just to ask the man himself.
When he’s in a good mood: Satellite image number two.
