Character sheets here should contain information you are willing to share with other players. If you wish to keep certain information secret, then please put up a 'fake' character sheet. In that circumstance, please PM me the 'real' one. The character sheet should be linked, and not form part of the main body of the description.
You can include:
a) Pictures!
b) Background!
c) Appearance and manner!
d) Secrets, motivations, and desires!
Format and style of sheet - either use:
a) Chummer output file
b) Myth-weaver character sheet
c) Google-docs linked document
As per forum rules - "character name and age MUST be present on all character profiles"
Further, in regards to the following: "If the DM/GM (or any participants of a specific game, with the DM/GM's approval) wishes to include any prominent NPC's, they must add them in the Character Profiles thread and have those characters follow the same character template all other characters are following."
You are entirely welcome to create profiles for prominent NPCs. These, however, should not contain game-mechanic material. Where it is necessary, NPCs will be described in physical terms, with illustrations, and with relevant plot-hooks / links / material about them.
I’m not going to tell you who I am. If you need to know you already do.
I’m not going to barrage you with street jargon to give myself legitimacy. That stuff is all over the net.
I’m going to talk about snakes.
They’re an old symbol lodged deep in metahumanity’s collective mythology reminding us that every life form exists by feeding upon something else alive. We have existed their way, in a sort of brutal harmony, since millennia before man first descended from the trees.
But man isn’t a harmonious animal. The same intelligence that makes a slow, thin skinned hominid with neither claws nor fangs an apex predator allows us to break that harmony.
Many ancient cultures understood this well enough to predict that our own hungers might consume us. When the ancient Norse spoke of the end of the world they described the Midgard Serpent, a monster who—in its insatiable hunger would devour all the world and then—with nothing else to devour—swallow itself.
The image of the snake biting its tail has other meanings. The Ouroborous is a purer representative of the serpent, an ancient alchemical symbol of renewal and resurrection on par with the fiery phoenix that is reborn from the ashes of its own funeral pyre.
Hunger is natural. The Midgaurd Serpent is not a force for annihilation because it defies nature, but because it exercises it’s prerogatives from a position of vastly unequal power. Neither gods nor giants can reign it in, much less vanquish it.
Today, in the 52nd year of the sixth world, a dozen Midgard Serpents threaten to devour us all. Their mass media devours our dreams. Their frivolous products devour our resources. Their unchecked pollution devours our environment.
We sleep while they nibble at our toes.
Unlike the Midgard Serpent, these apex predators—whom neither gods nor giants can challenge—war ceaselessly with one another.
I am a shadowruner. I am a fang of the Ouroborus. Sleep in peace, little snakes, you need not rise up against your oppressors this night. They will bite their own tails.
Cassandra Keisling/Fang of the Ouroborus
Concept: Runner Mage with a Code
Metatype: Human
Age: 22
Birthday: April 29th
Build: Hard bodied and athletic with a full, generous bosom (D cup).
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 130lbs
Skin: Like black coffee
Hair: Curly Raven Wing
Eyes: Liquid Night
Style:
History: Cassandra Kiesling was raised by her father, Professor Eric Kiesling. (He's a fair skinned guy with light brown hair and beard.) He and Cassandra's mother—Yali Adama—were never married. They separated when Cassandra was 5 and lost touch completely when she turned 13. (She's 22 now.)
Eric was a professor of both Arcane Studies and Philosophy at University of California at Berkeley. Eric's blog aggravated a number of megacorp high ups. A little over a year ago Eric published an article, "The Ouroboros Bites His Tail" wherein he extensively described the self destructive nature of the megacorps and the society they sustain--going so far as to ponder if Shadowrunners would accelerate the self destruction to the point where the world serpent--the corporations--would devour themselves without taking the world with them. Two days later, he was abducted in the night and hasn't been seen since.
Cassandra doesn't know if he is dead or not, but she suspects that if their purpose were to silence him they would have showed some sort of sign of his fate. Fearing she would vanish next, Cassandra snagged all the resources she could and disappeared to Seattle.
In a part of town where the Yakuza had more power than the police--she got a job as an exotic dancer. Under the name Katrina Jackson, she set up a new life and prepared herself to become a fang of the Ouroboros herself.
Cassandra now resides in “The Old Redel House,” a run down but remarkably spacious old pace down town. She lives with a friend and sometimes lover of her's from the dance club--Hikari, a japanese girl with neon purple hair.
Her Yakuza contact is a grabby young man named Takahashi Kyou.
She doesn't know a Johnson of her own yet, but is putting the word out that she'd like to run the shadows through Kyou, a student of her father's who is now a talismonger, and a gal friend who posts blogs.
She is also preparing to post her own blog column--through a few layers of anonymity provided by her blogger friend, which she calls The Ouroboros Bites it's tail," both as a statement and to draw out those who may still have her father.
Age: 28
Birthday: January 7th
Build: Toned and well kept, with slenderness and curves in just the right places. (Natural DDD cup)
Height: 5’2"
Weight: 105lbs
Measurements: 38DDD-24-36
Skin: Violet with purple highlights.
Hair: Shock white.
Eyes: Crystal blue.
Style: High fashion, always up to date on the latest trends.
Delilah was born to an unusual family in Portland, Oregon. Had it not been for her mother's occupation her unusual skin pigmentation and hair could have marked her an outcast. Instead she grew up surrounded by women of 'questionable favor' and 'negotiable romance'. Her father encouraged her towards a military career like his own, and said that she should be strong, independent, and fiercely loyal to the elven race. Her frustration over her dual identity and the conflicting messages that 'different is beautiful' and 'different is bad' became internalized, but her hard work and intelligence earned her a prestigious place in the Military Academy nevertheless. She joined up as soon as she was eligible, earning high marks in her engineering courses before being deployed as a demolitions expert. She was subsequently selected for special training as a Ghost - a special operative of the military and served a second tour of duty performing top-secret wetwork. Unfortunately the military stipend could not keep up with her extravagant tastes.
She had never been good at maintaining stable relationships, and had earned a reputation as 'that girl'. She started an illicit relationship with a high ranking general - but when things turned sour she was forced out of the military, admittedly with a very sizable discharge bonus. Upon her honorable discharge she found herself drawn to the rich and powerful, and slept her way through much of the upper crust of Portland society. No money ever directly changed hands, but she always received something valuable for her attentions, and in time built up a sizable fortune. It's no longer she who goes to wealthy men - now it's the poor but handsome who seek her out. She became the very definition of a 'material girl'.
Unfortunately, she couldn't avoid her past life forever, and was forced to accept a new line of unsavory work or else her past indiscretions would be revealed. She never pulled the trigger herself - but as a beautiful girl set targets up for the perfect shot, ensuring that they were in the right place, or took a poisoned toast with her at just the right time. A brothel child turned operative, turned high class escort, turned accessory to murder. That's how someone enters into the shadows and becomes a runner.
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