Shadowrun Character - Wylde Chylde

WYLDE CHYLDE

Street Name:	Wylde Chylde	B:	6(7)	Reaction:	13/17	Karma Pool:	12
Real Name:	Raymond Yojimbo	Q:	7(9)	Initiative	+3d6	Current:	1
Gender:	Male	S:	6(8)	Combat Pool:	11	Total:	183
Race:	Elf	C:	5	Task Pool:	1
DOB:	January 28, 2028	I:	5(7)
Hair:	Black	W:	6
Eyes:	Brown	Magic Rating	0 ( duh!)
Height:	1.81m	Essence:	0.213
Weight:	97kg	Body Index	4.7	Cash:	69,849

Active Skills:		Cyberware	Rating	Bioware	Rating
Pistols	7	Cybercomm		Muscle Augmentation	2
Shotguns	7	-Encryption Module	8	Orthoskin	2
Submachineguns	7	Smartgun Link	2	Enhanced Articulation
Rifles	5	Wired Reflexes	2a	Trauma Damper	c
Assault Rifles	6	-Reflex Trigger		Toxin Exhaler	c
Unarmed Combat	4	Reaction Enhancer	4	-Neurostun-VIII
-Aikido	8	Plastic Bone Lacing		Cerebral Booster	2c
Clubs	4	Orientation System
Edged Weapons	3	Datajack	4
Stealth	5	Softlink	4
Etiquette	4	Simrig	Full-Xb
-Corporate	6	-Simlink-6
Negotiation	4	Cybereyes	a
Cars	4	-Low Light
Pistols (B/R)	4	-Thermographic
Shotguns (B/R)	4	-Flare Compensation
Submachineguns (B/R)	4	-Optical Magnification	3
Athletics	5	-Rangefinder	3
Throwing Weapons	2	-Image Link
Biotech	1	-Protective Covers
Leadership	1	Cyberears	a
Bike	2	-Hearing Amplifier
Intimidation	4	-Spatial Recognizer
Instruction	3	-Select Sound Filter	5
Electronics (B/R)	4	-Balance Augmentor
Computer	2
Electronics	1
Projectile Weapons	1
Demolitions	2
Interrogation	1

Knowledge Skills
Small Unit Tactics	6
Psychology	2
Sociology	2
History of Jazz	3
Magic Background	3
Megacorp Security Procedures	6
Chemistry	1
Violin	3
French	2
English	6
English (R/W)	3
Throallic	3
Japanese	4
Japanese (R/W)	2

Gear: H&K MP-5TX Integral Smartgun-2 Improved Gas Vent-3 Integral Smartgun Link Ares Alpha IGV-4 Shock Pads Ares HVAR Shock Pads Ares Predator II Integral Smartgun-2 Concealed Holster Silencer (removable) Ingram Smartgun Integral Smartgun-2 Shock Pads Integral Gun Camera Sound Suppressor Custom Grips Franchi SPAS-22 Smart Choke Hawk Hatchet 200 rounds standard assault rifle ammo 84 rounds APDS assault rifle ammo 1102 rounds APDS SMG ammo 16 rounds EX Light Pistol ammo 100 rounds Light Pistol ammo 52 rounds APDS Heavy Pistol ammo 90 rounds Gel Heavy Pistol ammo 81 rounds EX Shotgun slug ammo 27 rounds Shotgun shot ammo 1 round of EXEX shotgun ammo w/ 'Harliquin' written it in kanji Securetech Long coat [4/2] Securetech Ultravest [3/2] Armored Vest with Plates [4/3] Greaves and Forearm Guards [+1/2] Light Security Armor ( Enviroseal, ultrasound ) [ 6/4, 7/6 with helmet ] Skillsoft (Demolitions-3) Laptop computer with 500mp of memory Microtronics kit Medkit DocWagon (Platinum) Pocket Secretary Briefcase w/ MAD and X-Ray Shielding-5 High Lifestyle (condo in NW Renton in AA rated neighborhood) Fake SIN-9 Dracaenis Kylisairn Citizen of Tir Tairnguire Doc Wagon High Threat Response specialist Fake SIN-5 Hoshiro Oshi UCAS citizen Knight Errant security consultant black hockey goalie mask camping axe duct tape electrical tape Minimaglite Survival Knife Tool Laser A/D kit 100m of rope knapsack BMW Blitzen (matte black with royal purple trim) Land Rover 2046 SW (navy blue) 1995 Porsche 911 Carrera 4 (forest green) Handling:3/8 Speed:210 Accel:12 B/A:3/0 Signature:2 Autonav:0 Pilot:0 Sensor:0 Cargo:7(trunk) Load:30kg Seating: 2 bucket + 1 folding bench Entry Points:2 Fuel:Gasoline (80 Liters) Economy: 5km/L Point Value:557 Stress:0 Maintenance:1010 Nuyen with 30% reduction for Master Workmanship APPS, Roll Bars, Runflat High Performance Tires, Anti-theft-5, Master Workmanship-3 Toyota Elite (Black) Handling:4/8 Speed:120 Accel:12 B/A:3/4 Signature:2 Autonav:4 Pilot:4 Sensor:0 Cargo:1(trunk) Load:35kg Seating: 2 bucket + 2 bucket Entry Points:2 + 2 + 1t Fuel:Gasoline (80 Liters) Economy: 12km/L APPS, Roll Bars, Runflat High Performance Tires, Anti-theft-10 ( shock system) Contacts: Malice ( Level 3 Contact )-Junior Executive VP in charge of whatever he decides to do, Aztechnology of Seattle. Wylde has been doing odd jobs for Malice ever since he arrived in Seattle, and in return, Malice put him on good terms with a Beta Clinic in Tir Tairngire, where Wylde is on a walk-in basis. In addition, he's always a source of short term jobs, usually violent, and always strange. His real name is Morgan McCoy Smeghead ( Level 1 Contact )-really weird troll talismonger, and Wylde's violin teacher. Duct Tape ( Level 2 Contact )-street weapons dealer, dealt with the Seattle end of Wylde's 'retirement', still Wylde's source for guns, more out of loyalty than anything else Dr. Harley Quinn ( Level 2 Contact )-elven mage, commander of the team originally sent to hunt him down, decided to let him go after they almost killed hymn and he bought them off with a new RR Phaeton provided by Vlad, currently living in Tir na Nog on the run from Renraku following their discovery that the runners sent after Wylde had killed him but was still using their expense account six months later Vlad ( Level 1 Contact )-head of a coven of vampires, currently not too pleased with Wylde, a sentiment openly reciprocated, though Wylde is grateful for the aforementioned limo, and the Porsche Flaming Mary Madoline ( Level 2 Contact )-member of the Halloweeners, helped Wylde and Co. assassinate a musician uppity enough to insult the high Prince of TT during a performance. She's his source for information on the gang scene in Seattle. Gazpacho ( Level 3 Contact )-One of Wylde's former running group. At around 2.1 meters tall and 140 kilos, Gespacho is an absolute monster of a human being. The full blood Commanche young man lives in a cabin in the wilds of Fort Lewis though he often hangs out in the go-gang bars of Tacoma tinkering with his Blizten, drinking, getting new piercings, and picking up women, though he's currently out of town on the lam from the mob and believed to be dead. Ghazghull Thraka ( Level 3 Contact )-Ghaz is a German troll shaman of some obscure nature worship-type totem, and is under the watchful gaze of an insane Free Spirit with multiple personality disorder who goes by the name Mork and Gork, and manifests as two 4 meter tall, green troll brothers, one per personality. Ghaz has since returned to his native Germany. Torbin ( Level 3 Contact )-Torbin was the rigger of Wylde's old running group and when they went their separate ways, he turned his garage in downtown Seattle, which had previously been merely a money laundering operation, into a legitimate repair shop. Wylde still takes the Porsche to the dwarf to get it serviced and recommends him to anyone who asks.

Description:
Ray stands 1.81m tall, short for an elf due to his Japanese roots, and looks just short of 90kg (97 kg with cyber). He wears his shoulder-length black hair pulled back into a very tight ponytail which is usually tied off with a strip of Kevlar salvaged from the long coat that saved him from the blast of a force-8 fire elemental during a run. His old meat eyes were particularly light sensitive so he habitually always wears black-chrome Oakley e-Wires, though his new eyes make them moot. As a result of his corporate upbringing and job he habitually overdresses, often to the extent of wearing a custom tailored suit into a firefight. Though this causes the occasional static in the Barrens, it has smoothed his way very nicely when dealing with Lone Star or anyone else with a bias towards salarymen. However, he still wears the stereotypic shadowrunner's long coat, and true to form, it normally hides at least two guns, normally his MP-5TX, his Predator, and a few knives. He has a pair of platinum tongue bars, along with two stainless steel nipple rings, all part of an effort to keep some semblance of a sense of touch.

But there's a bigger problem. His aura bleeds continuously. Usually it's a trickle consisting of a droplet every few minutes, but as he gets angrier, crazier, more frustrated, and generally closer to losing control the flow increases.

History:

Born on January 28, 2028 of two human Renraku employees in San Francisco, Ray was an angry kid. Being born an elf in a violently antimetahuman environment didn't help and only his parents' value to the corperation allowed him entrance into the company schools. School proved to be a difficult prospect for the young elf, who withdrew from the torment and sank into depression. Then violence enterd his life. At the age of seven his parents decided that he might be able to find peace through the study of the martial arts and enrolled him in an introductory aikido class. Ray found the inner peace he'd been sent to find and an outlet for his frustration, which kept him out of trouble. Largely satisfied his parents kept him studying aikido all through his education.

He was a bright kid, but because of his pointed ears, he was only given one career option. They slammed a hlemet on his head and put a gun in his hand. Ray became a Red Samurai. A few weeks out of his training course, he killed for the first time. A team of runners hit the facility where he was stationed and while the other guards were frantically trading gunfire with the pinned down runners he calmly flanked them and tore them to shreds with an Enfield autoshotgun. The skinny kid with the weird ears came up big, and the more experienced guards were very impressed. Ray threw up inside his helmet and spent the hours after his shift ended cleaning it rather than celebrating.

Aside from the vomiting, this proved to be typical for him. When faced with anything approaching an gunfight he outmaneuvered the opposition and took them out. After only three years, he had led small groups of guards up against shadowrunners who outgunned and outmagiced them by far, and he won, consistantly. His superiors were impressed and promoted him. He was placed in charge of physical security and given the security clearance to have most any information he needed at his fingertips. Over the next four years, his section had the lowest successful intrusion record at their San Francisco offices.

However, as he got better, he realized something. With his hordes of chromed Red Samurai, mono-wire fences, FAT bacteria, Closed-Circuit Simsense, and state of the art combat drones the odds were greatly in his favor, thus the runners had far more of a challenge than he did. Always in search of a harder puzzle, he made his decision. He wanted to be a runner. For the next six months he plotted. He put in requisitions for better cyberware, and a highly experimental adrenal pump, all of which he received with the HR's blessings. Then he made some calls, and arranged for a big time fixer in San Fransisco to ensure that eight cases of military-grade armor-piercing ammunition (which "disappeared" from another section) arrive in Seattle a week after he did, minus four cases. Next he bought a ticket on every flight leaving San Francisco for the next week, had a decker register him as boarding all of them and purchasing drinks on each, and billed all of them to his expense account. He calmly boarded the plane to Seattle, ordered a glass of sake, relaxed in his seat and left San Francisco and his old life behind.

Now he is making his living in Seattle under the name Wylde Chylde, doing exactly what Renraku paid him to stop; shadowrunning. Since then he's pulled off more than a few jobs and is enjoying his new career insanely. He's had extensive cybersurgery and has dedicated himself to becoming faster than, well, anything. He specialises in outright voilence, though he's done a little bit of everything. His oddest job was a short stint with DocWagon, which was part of his cover for a few months and allowed him to get a pistol liscense and some cyberware permits.

But there's a problem. One night during a hit, a large, angry fire elemental lashed out at him and Carnifex, the team mage. Carnifex was incinerated instantly. He was the lucky one. The same burst of flame burned Wylde's dermal armor off and gave him a massive concussion. The head trauma led to feedback in his wired reflexes. The fried cyberware sent yet another jolt into his damaged brain, leaving him with occaisional memory loss, and a minor nervous twitch.

It gets worse. Somewhere in the cryo-vat, Wylde lost touch with reality. When he was dragged out of the ooze, he could see and hear twenty times sharper than before, but he had lost most of his tactile sense, and it grated at his sanity far more than expected. After a short time, he was totally out of touch with reality, living his life like a Simsense Duke Nukem knock-off. Fortunately for Wylde, and those around him, he's starting to get his marbles back, though he still wants more chrome.

Just when Wylde was regaining his marbles, he won a bet that he still has yet to realise the full implications of. Following a meeting with Malice in the Aztechnology Pyramid in Seattle, Wylde was leaving via helicopter from the roof. At the same time, under the guise of magic reasearch, a blood magic ritual sacrifice was being performed. As he and Malice crossed the pad, the sacrifice victim got free and made a run for the edge of the building, hoping to kill herself to escape what she percieved as certain damnation. The Aztec executive noticed and casually bet Wylde 1500 nuyen that he couldn't catch her before she jumped. Wylde shrugged and ran her down easily, then watched as she was dragged kicking and screaming back into the ritual circle drawn on the unused helicopter pad. The two elves looked on in curiousity as her head was lopped off with an obsidian sword. In the spray of blood, a researcher reached down her neck, chanting an ancient Atec and ripped her heart out. The resultant wave of raw mana released from the sacrificed mage's death stained Wylde's aura. In the instant before she died, the victim had doomed Wylde to bear the mark of the blood magic that took her life. Most who assense him simply sudder and move on, not wanted to know why, or not wanting to deal with him after telling him. Until now.

His family have remained with Renraku, his father Hokato continuing his work as a programmer, his mother Akane is a patent attorney, and his older sister Nibiki is a full-time Johnson. After he disappeared, they were all brought in for questioning and extensively mind probed, but he never told them where he was going, so after three weeks, Personnel Security thanked them for their cooperation, sent them for a month of therapy to ensure their renewed loyalty, then sent them back to work.