Name: Tyvain T. Ralner
Alias: Reaver. Ty is acceptable if he knows them.
Race: Minotaur
Sex: Male
Nationality: Age: 28
Eyes: Grey
Hair: Black
Height: 8' 9"
Weight: 865 lbs. (392 kg)
Skin Dark Brown with Black Fur
Lifestyle: 3-3-3-3-4 (Middle)
Karma Spent: 0
Starting Nuyen: 2,100„
Physical Description: Reaver is about 8' 9" tall, with a very large, muscled build. His massive body is covered in a short black pelt, and he sports two large curved horns that jut out below his chin--giving him a vicious headbutt. He has a slightly wide, square face that is slightly bovine, with large, flaring nostrils. A hoop hangs in his nostril, a throwback to the mythological beast that he resembles. He has pointed ears, and a large sloping forehead.
His physique is second to none, as he prides himself on physical fitness. His torso is nearly equal to that of three men stretched across a large, barrel-like chest. Rippling muscles bulge just beneath the skin, showing wherever patches of fur are lessened. His left arm is shiny cybersteel, scuffed and scrathed from the uncountable number of fights he's been in. He wears a long black Lined Coat, with two large pistols visible on either hip. He keeps his main pistol on his left cyberarm's bicep, ready to be deployed to his hand in a moments notice. He wears a pair of goggles atop his head which he uses in combat, otherwise he uses his smartlinked contact lenses for regular business.
Personality/Background: For as long as he can remember, Reaver has always been a fighter. Born to two normal troll parents in a small sprawl a bit outside of London, he grew up to be quick, tough, and strong--mainly due to his father drinking himself into a stupor and regularly trying to beat Reaver and his mother--whom he tried to protect when his father was drunkenly raging through the house.
When he was 10 years old, he began to group into a full fledged troll, as his body began to change. He was told it was only natural, trolls reach puberty young like orcs, and soon he'd be able to show his father he was nobody to be picked on--and grow he did. By the time he was 13, he was already nearly eight feet tall, and weighing in at a good 600 pounds. He loved ever second of it: The looks of terror on the faces of other people when he lumbered by, the way he could walk through and clear a swath through a packed crowd with ease, even the way he began to resemble the mythological Greek Minotaur.
When he was 14, his father came home early in the morning--just as the sun was coming up--very, very drunk. Reaver could hear his father yelling for him to come outside, and he had been waiting: working out to old Fitness Trids all through the night in anticipation of when his father would try to mess with him again. Reaver and his father got into it good, but now his father's advantages had changed. Reaver was very nearly the size of him now, and refused to take his father's bulldrek any longer. But his father was still older, and experience is the greatest teacher. Reaver recieved a brutal beating, but as he slowly pulled himself back to his feet, he felt a surge of energy course through his being. Feeling faster, quicker, and stronger than he ever had before, he moved with startling speed and savage grace behind his father, and delivered a blow to the back of the head. The celebration was short lived however, as his father collapsed on the spot into a coma. He never woke up, and his father was pulled off of life support when Reaver was 15.
After that he decided to funnel his anger and rage into a focus--Boxing. There was a small Boxing club not too far from his house, and so it began. He started to relentlessly exercise his body more and more, pushing it to its very limits--trying to bring about that surge of power again. After weeks of futile effort, he tapped into it again during his sparring match. It was a cool morning, and Reaver had gone out to exercise and prepare himself for the fight on his own instead of in the gym. As the sun rose and he performed his daily routine, he felt the power surge back into him again--and frag, it was good.
He proceeded to beat the unholy drek, and very nearly kill outright, the poor razorboy they put in front of him--another troll, even more massive than his father. After that he did a few more matches before being approached by a man who wanted him to come to the underground scene, "Big Nuyen," he promised. Reaver couldn't say no. He was an underground favorite, going by the moniker "The Monstrous Minotaur" (They weren't the most clever bunch), and won match after match. After a string of KO victories, he and his promoter went to London to visit a 'special doctor' his promoter said he knew. After dropping nearly 110,000 Nuyen on modifications, he was indebted to his promotor for a very, very long time. He worked hard to pay it off, and by his 50th fight he had made enough that his body completely belong to him now--no one else.
On his 26th birthday, also the eve of his 58th fight--the 57 before ending in first round KO, without exceptions--He was jazzed to be doing what he loved. Nothing gave him the rush of seeing the fear in some poor slotter's eyes as Reaver let himself and his will to fight become one--feeling at peace and yet at turmoil all at once. However this round, his promoter wanted him to take a dive--and that's something Reaver just can't do. His promoter made it clear, "Either you work with me, or I'll have you out on the streets with the rest of your piss-poor troll family, eating gutter rats and--" He never had a chance to finish, as Reaver beat the main to death in a blind rage without a thought. He cursed his temperament, and then hid the body just enough so he could have time to escape. He made it out of the sprawl and ran to London. He figured where else would be better to hide than such a large city, and soon he got his first taste of the shadows. He found that a large, massive Minotaur is a good complement to the group, and many were astounded with his ability to move so fast and silently for such an extremely large beast. He's been running two years now, and loves it.
Concept:Reaver is a combat monster. He has been fighting since he was young, and he is one of the best at it. He's primarily a physical adept in the ways of unarmed combat, with pistoleering and stealth skills.
His extremely large size and 865 pound weight bely an extreme amount of agility and savage grace, unnatural for such a large character. He can move with the quickness and grace of an elven infiltrator, but dish it out as well as any street samurai. In melee combat he becomes a truly fearsome foe, his cyberarm augmenting his already very powerful strength--delivering deadly force to any who meet his fist. He is not merely some big bruiser, however. He can walk across the most thin of surfaces and not leave a single trace of his passing. He can use his adept powers to make him nearly imperceptible to those he wants not to notice him--until it is too late.
He's been a shadowrunner for just a little under two years, so he's relatively new to the biz. But he knows a few things for sure: He won't murder children and defenseless women, other than that he follows the contract to the letter. It's all about the nuyen.
Personal Quote: "There are those who say they could outsmart me. Maybe...maybe.
...
I have yet to meet one who can outsmart my fist."
Attributes (210BP Spent)| Body | Agility | Reaction | Strength |
| 6 | 5(7) | 5(7) | 5(10) |
| Charisma | Intuition | Logic | Willpower |
| 1 | 2 | 2 | 2 |
| Edge | Magic/Resonance | Essence | Initiative |
| 2 | 4 | 4.00 | 10 Init/3 IP |
Positive Qualities (+35)Thermographic (Troll Metatype Quality)
Goring Horns (Troll Metavariant Quality)
Metagenetic Improvement (BOD) (Troll Metavariant Quality)
Distictive Style (Troll Metavariant Quality)
10 - The Warrior's Way
10 - Walking the Ways
10 - Restricted Gear (Rating 2)
5 - Adept
Negative Qualities (-35)10 - Ritual Geas (Must perform Physical Ritual towards the rising sun at the break of dawn.)
10 - Poor Self Control (Vindictive)
5 - Incompetent (Armorer)
5 - Gremlins (Rating 1)
5 - Big Regret (Accidentally killed his father when his powers began to develop.)
Active Skills (94)| (8 ) Automatics (Machine Pistols +2) | 13(15) |
| (12) Dodge (Melee Combat +2) | 11(13) |
| (16) Infiltration (Urban +2) | 11(13) |
| (12) Perception (Visual +2) | 6( (9(11) w/ Goggles) |
| (4) Pilot Ground Craft | 8 |
| (16) Pistols (Semi-Automatics +2) | 14(16) |
| (24) Unarmed Combat (Martial Arts +2 | 14(16) |
| (0) Exotic Melee Weapons (Horns) | 8 |
Knowledge Skills ( 18 Knowledge Skill Points, 18 free)| Area Knowledge: London | 5 |
| Combat Tactics (Urban +2) | 5(7) |
| Shadow Community (Rumours +2) | 5(7) |
| Sports (Combat Biking +2) | 4(6) |
| Underworld (Boxing +2) | 6(8 ) |
Language Skills
Adept Powers Cost (Discount PP)| Critical Strike 3 | 0.75(0.5625) PP | 0.125 Way Discount |
| Combat Sense 1 | 0.50 PP |
| Improved Reflexes 2 | 2.50(1.25) PP | 1.25 Way/Geas Discount |
| Killing Hands | 0.50 PP |
| Penetrating Strike 3 | 0.75(0.5625) PP |
| 0.125 Way Discount |
| Traceless Walk | 1.00(0.75) PP | 0.25 Way Discount |
Total:6.0 PP Spent (2.0 PP Discount) = 4 PP
Cyberware & Bioware (109,200„)| Obvious Full Arm (Left) | 30,200„ |
-Customized Strength (Rating 10), Customized Agility (Rating 4), Enhanced Strength (Rating 5), Enhanced Agility (Rating 3), Enhanced Body (Rating 3), Armor (Rating 2)
| Muscle Augmentation (Rating 4) (+4 Strength) | 28,000„ | | Muscle Toner (Rating 2) (+2 Agility) | 16,000„ | | Reflex Recording (Skill Group) (Firearms) | 25,000„ | | Reflex Recorder (Skill) (Unarmed Combat) | 10,000„ |
Gear (80,800„)
Weapons
| Morrissey Elan (Loaded with Hi-C Plastic Rounds, Undetectable by MAD Scanners.) w/Smartgun(Internal), Concealable Holster, Personalized Grip, Gecko Grip, Chameleon Coating, Tracker | 2,325„ | | Ruger Thunderbolt w/Smartgun Internal, Personalized Grip, Underbarrel Weight, Chameleon Coating, Concealable Holster, Folding Stock (Powered) | 2,450„ | | Yamaha Sakura Fubuki (Left Arm Slide) w/ Folding Stock (Powered), Smartgun (Internal), Hidden Gun Arm Slide, Chameleon Coating, Melee Hardening, Personalized Grip, Silencer | 6,150„ | | Ceska Black Scorpion w/ Smartgun (Internal), Folding Stock (Powered), Gas-Vent 3 System, Firing Selection Change, Small Mod (FA), Sound Suppressor, Concealable Holster, Personalized Grip | 2,625„ | | Survival Knife | 50„ | | -Flashlight | 50„ |
Vehicles
| Suzuki Mirage (Bike)w/ Metahuman Customization (Troll), Morphing License Plate, Spoof Chip, Gridlink/Override, Anti-Theft | 21,700„ | | -Vehicle Sensor w/ Atmosphere Sensor, Front and Rear Cameras, Front and Rear Laser Finders, Front and Rear Motion Sensors, Radar/td] |
Armor
Standard Outfit (18/14)
| Lined Coat +6/+4 (Worn with Form-Fitting Full-Body Suit underneath. Black coat, fairly long. Nothing special.) | 700„ | | -Gel Packs | | 1,500„ | | Form-Fitting Full-Body Suit +6/+2 (Counts as +3/+1 for encumberance. Worn underneath Lined Coat and clothes.) | 1,600„ | | -Nonconductivity (Rating 5), Gel Packs, Ruthenium Polymer Coating | 10,000„ | | SecureTech PPP Armor Ensemble +2/+4 (Discreet Style) | 1,000„ | | Clothing (Standard black clothing) | 150„ |
Stealth Outfit (18/14)
| Chameleon Suit+6/+4 (Worn with Form Fitting Full-Body Suit and SecureTech PPP Armor Ensemble (Discreet Style) from Standard Outfit underneath.) | 8,000„ | | -Thermal Damping (Rating 5), Gel Packs | 4,500„ |
Commlinks
| Novatech Airwave w/ Iris Orb, Optimization (Firewall), Firewall 5, Skinlink (Main Shadowrunning Commlink. Runs in Hidden Mode. All technology on persons is skinlinked and run in wireless mode, slaved to main commlink.) | 5,300„ |
| Response | Signal | System | Firewall | | 3 | 3 | 3 | 5 |
| Meta Link w/ Renraku Ichi OS x2. Fake Sin (Runs in Public Mode, Broadcasting Fake SIN and licenses. Not used for Shadowrunning. Subscribed to main Novatech Airwave. Second Meta Link Commlink is same as the first, with a different Fake SIN (Rating 4). used as backup incase of loss of the first one. | 9,400„ |
| Response | Signal | System | Firewall | | 1 | 2 | 2 | 2 |
Other Gear
| Ammo: EX-Explosive Rounds x50 (Light Pistols) | 500„ | | Ammo: EX-Explosive Rounds x60 (Heavy Pistols) | 500„ | | Ammo: EX-Explosive Rounds x60 (Machine Pistols) | 500„ | | Ammo: Stick-n-Shock x50 (Light Pistols) | 400„ | | Ammo: Stick-n-Shock x50 (Heavy Pistols) | 400„ | | Ammo: Stick-n-Shock x50 (Machine Pistols) | 400„ | | Ammo: Regular Ammo x50 (Machine Pistols) | 600„ | | Ammo: Hi-C Plastic Rounds x50 (Holdouts) | 750„ | | Contact Lenses Rating 3 w/ Smartlink, Vision Magnification | 750„ | | DocWagon Contract: Basic | 5,000„ | | Fake License Rating 4 (Firearms License) | 400„ | | Fake License Rating 4 (CCW License) | 400„ | | Fake License Rating 4 (Bioware License) | 400„ | | Flashlight | 25„ | | Goggles Rating 6 w/ Smartlink, Vision Enhancement Rating 3, Skinlink, Vision Magnification, Camera, Micro Rating 1 | 1,355„ | | Light Stick x5 | 25„ | | Medkit Rating 6 x2 | 1,200„ | | Medkit Supplies x1 | 50„ | | Rations x5 | 25„ | | Roll of Duct Tape | 5„ | | Survival Kit | 100„ | | Tag Eraser | 150„ |
Contacts (4BP)
| Contact | | C/L | | Johnny Turtel (Fixer) | | 2/2 |
Build Point totals: 400 = 45 Race + 135 Attributes + 75 Special Attributes + 94 Active Skills +35 Positive/Negative Qualities) + 38 Nuyen + 5 Martial Arts + 4 Martial Arts Maneuvers + 4 Contacts |
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