PC-Twitch

Player Name: SuperFly Character Name: Johnny Myers Street Name: Twitch Profession: Street Samurai Race: Human

Priorities -- A: Resources B: Attributes C: Skills D: Magic E: Race

Attributes -- Body: 4(5) [+2 impact armor] Quickness: 6 Strength: 4 [(Str+3)M Damage] Charisma: 3 Intelligence: 6 Willpower: 4 Essence: .14 Bio Index: 2.2 Reaction: 6(15) Initiative: 5d6 + 15

Active Skills - Pistols: 5(6) Submachine Guns: 6(7) Unarmed Combat: 6(7) Edged Weapons: 4(5) Etiquette(Street): 3(5) Electronics: 2(3) Bike: 3(4) Athletics: 5(6) Stealth: 4(5)

Knowledge Skills

Firearms & Ammunition: 5 Bio & Cyberware Technology: 6 Area Knowledge(Seattle): 6 English: 6 Read/Write:4 Japanese: 2 Read/Write: 1 Gang Identification: 4 Gang Turf: 4 Shadowrunner Haunts: 4 Squatter Locales: 2 Physics(Ballistics): 1(3) Organized Crime: 4

Dice Pools -- Combat: 8 Karma: 1

Cyberware - Boosted Reflexes Level 3 (2.24) [Alphaware] Reaction Enhancers 6 (1.8) Ceramic Bone Lacing (1.2) [Alphaware] Smartlink (.4) [Alphaware] Cybereyes (.16) [Alphaware] Low Light Vision (.16) [Alphaware] Thermographic Vision (.16) [Alphaware] Flare Compensation (.08) [Alphaware] Electronic Vision Mag. 3 (.08) [Alphaware] Protective Covers (--) [+1 impact] Sound Dampener Hearing Mod. (.06) [Alphaware]

Bioware --- Synaptic Accelerators Level 2 (1) Enhanced Articulation (.6) Damage Compensator Level 3 (.6)

Gear

Ares Predator (w/ internal smartlink, and 6 clips w/ 90 rounds reg. ammo) [9M damage, SA, 15(c), 5(7)[10] conceal] Concealable Shoulder Holster (+2 conceal) Ingram Smartgun (w/ integral smartlink, gas vent II recoil compensation, integral folding stock, three-point sling, and 5 clips w/ 160 rounds reg. ammo) [7M damage, BF/FA, 32(c), 5(7) conceal Cougar Fine Blade Short [(Str)M damage, 8(10)[15] conceal, serrated edge near hilt, weighted for throwing] Concealable Ankle Sheath (+2 conceal) Secure Long Coat (4/2) [10 conceal, adds 50% to concealability of anything underneath] Armor Vest w/ Plates (4/3) Nissan Rapier External Commlink (Superior Class w/ throat mic for subvocalization) Spare External Commlink (Superior Class w/ throat mic for subvocalization) Cell Phone Chip Reader Squatter Lifestyle

Cash: 180¥ Notes:

Contacts

Street Doc (Patch) Fixer (Helen) Ork Underground Leader (Gnarls) Prostitute (Star) Bartender (Sam) Beat Cop (Jones)

Karma - Good Karma: 1 (1)

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Physical Description

Twitch stands 6' tall with a slim, wiry build of about 165 lbs., sporting military-cut white hair and dark bags under his blue eyes. He wears a light grey long coat over a white cotton wife beater tucked into a pair of khaki trousers with brown boots. He moves with an unnatural smoothness, and the muscles where his neck meets his collar bone on his right side ripple and spasm a bit ever-so-often.

/me stands 6' tall with a slim, wiry build of about 165 lbs., sporting military-cut white hair and dark bags under his blue eyes. He wears a light grey long coat over a white cotton wife beater tucked into a pair of khaki trousers with brown boots. He moves with an unnatural smoothness, and the muscles where his neck meets his collar bone on his right side ripple and spasm a bit ever-so-often.

History --- Johnny was a slummer who grew up on the mean streets of the Redmond Barrens. Living on the streets he was forced to think fast, and grow up even faster. His family consisted of his older sister, Cassandra, and their mother, Elizabeth. She passed away when Johnny was only 12, and the 17-year-old Cassandra was forced to care for the boy. She forced him to keep up with his "studies", which consisted of reading and writing, with basic mathematics. From a young age Johnny always loved and admired the street legends of Shadowrunners, professionals of honor and virtue, doing the work others were too meak to do themselves. This love kept him "in line", so to speak (that and the iron fist of his sister, anyway). He learned the tools of the trade, rolled with the local big boys, but he never dishonored himself. When he was 19, Johnny was busy working his way through the alleyways of Redmond when the sounds of autofire and a loud explosion ripped through the night air. While these were really nothing new, they couldn't have been more than a hundred meters away, and he could see the firelight flashing near the mouth of the alley. Johnny panicked, throwing himself against the wall as the sounds of destruction continued. Several frantic minutes passed, but Johnny remained still for fear of his life. Without warning, a man with green hair and a tattered black bodysuit came hurtling through the mouth of the alley, clutching a ruined breifcase to his chest. He blew past Johnny without even a glance and bolted down the left pathway. It took Johnny a moment to realize that the way the man had headed would lead him straight into the hands of the Black Magiks, the street gang who laid claim to this block and a few more. And they would no doubt be aroused by the commotion. Not thinking his actions through, he gave chase, screaming for the man to stop. He exploded into the area just in time to catch a glimpse of the man head down another route--and Johnny foolishly continued to run after him as fast as he could, screaming all the while. As he rounded the corner he skidded to a stop on the slick pavement. The man was down on his hoop and dazed, staring up at the four orks clad in all black synthleather. He still had the case clutched to his breast, which was exactly what the four Black Magiks intended to get from him. The man moved fast, almost in a blur, but the four orks immediately attacked him. The brawl was a mass of limbs and heaving bodies, and the case was ripped from the man's hands, skittering to Johnny's feet. One of the orks looked up at him, staring him straight in the eyes as Johnny went for the case. "HEY! GET YER FRAGGIN'.." were the last words the ork ever uttered as a gunshot rang out and his face exploded into a shower of gore. The man had produced a pistol from somewhere and was opening fire into the orks. Johnny ran as more gunshots rang out in the night. He heard the heavy footsteps behind him as he bolted out into the street from the alley he'd taken refuge in. Across the road were several bodies with various submachine guns scattered about, all forming a clutter around the burning remains of a Mitsubishi Nightsky. Thinking quickly, he ripped open the case in his hands, staring up at him were six credsticks. He pulled them all from their places and stuffed the handful into his pocket, dropping the case where he stood and running frantically toward the flaming husk of the limosine. He looked behind him to see a bloodied ork burst from the alley with a large pistol in hand. Time seemed to slow as Johnny watched the ganger raise his gun and open fire. The pistol kicked twice, the muzzle flashing. On instinct, young Johnny threw himself to the ground. The heat from the burning vehicle washed over him as he crashed onto his side. He heard a round whiz past his ear, followed by two loud thunks as the bullets embedded themselves into the frame of the car behind him. His head was buzzing, and he scrambled for something, anything, and his hands came to rest on the butt of an Uzi. As if running on automatic, he whipped the gun around to face the ork and squeezed the trigger. The gun kicked in his hand and three spent casings clattered to the pavement. The ork jerked as his chest cavity was ripped open by three rounds traveling across his ribcage. He staggered, staring dumbfounded at the wiry man with the smoking gun. Johnny squeezed the trigger again, sending the ork crashing to the sidewalk. He wondered why he felt little remorse for what he had done. Maybe he was insane, maybe he was no better than a common thug, maybe...Then he realized he had done what he had to do. The world began to speed up again as he let the uzi drop to his feet, and the sound of approaching sirens came to his ears. He scrambled to his feet and made a beeline for the nearest alley, running all the way back to his doss without even stopping for air. Johnny tore into the small excuse for an apartment he shared with his sister and rushed to his room, collapsing onto his bed and gasping for breath. After half an hour of simply laying on his matress, collecting his thoughts, he remembered the credsticks stuffed into the pocket of his jeans. With a slightly- trembling hand he retrieved them, sitting up in his bed. They looked certified to him, and after he checked them on his reader, he was sure of it. Counting it all up and including the money he'd saved under his floor all his life, Johnny had more than a million nuyen! A fortune! Right there in his hands!! Any thoughts of the ork in the alley vanished from his head as his mind raced. Needless to say, he didn't get much sleep that night. What little he got was filled with the tales of the Shadowrunners he'd loved for all his life. Finally, he would be able to fulfill his dream of getting out of the ghetto. He spent the next two days reading every single magazine or book on cybertechnology he'd ever bought or stolen. A week later he headed to the office of a street doc, Patch, who he'd known for a few years. Within a month Johnny owned the hottest pieces of ware to hit the market in forever. Johnny amped himself with as much speed as he could get, lacing his bones with ceramics and enhancing his joints so they could withstand the force of moving at speeds five times beyond what a human body is built to handle. He added a few more modifications to keep him fighting more efficiently, and finished it off with bioware that would help him handle pain better than any mere man. He was now blindingly fast, faster than he ever thought possible. He knew he had the edge. He could drop jokers twice his size within the time it took to blink an eye. He could take out several men before they were even aware of his presence. Patch taught him to deal with his new speed and reflexes. He learned to try and always keep people within his line of vision and his back to the wall since any wrong move could set him off. His dirty blonde hair soon greyed and he began losing sleep from the effects. He was constantly and dangerously alert to everything around him. At first he found it difficult to cope, but it soon became routine and habit for him. The discipline and tactics he'd been taught helped dramatically, but he still has outbursts when caught off guard; though he tries to keep them as non-lethal as possible until he's identified friend or foe. Patch also hooked Johnny up with a Fixer named Helen, who in turn started Johnny on his shadowrunning career. He soon earned the street name of Twitch, it stuck and he liked it. He moved Cassandra out of the Barrens and set her up in a relatively nice neighborhood in downtown Seattle. She had given up years of her life to care for him, and he was determined to repay her kindness. For four years he ran the Seattle shadows with a very successful career. Until December of 2059, when he killed a child... It was a complete accident, but one he couldn't forgive himself for. He'd burst into a room filled with families of squatters, chasing after two targets that escaped the team. As he raised his weapon to fire, one of the men swung around, bearing down on Twitch with a machine gun in one hand a little boy as hostage in the other. Twitch never saw the boy as he opened up his Mach 10, spraying both the men with autofire -- including the young boy held tight against one thug's chest. Things came into perspective for Twitch all too suddenly. He heard the cry as the child's mother let out a scream of horror, he watched as the two men's lifeless bodies slumped to the floor, the bullet-riddled corpse of the boy still clutched in the man's left arm. Standing there motionless, Twitch watched the mother rush to the body of her child. The shock hit him like a ton of plasticrete, and his legs almost gave out from under him. Dazed and in a cold sweat, he staggered from the room. His teammates came rushing toward him, but slowed when they saw he was alive. He stammered something to them, to this day he doesn't remember what. And with that he left his Shadowrunning career behind, not even showing up to accept his pay. For the next two years he drank his sorrow away, packing away his armor and weapons, believing he'd never touch them again. Twitch had a healthy stash of money which he lived on, kept his system maintenance up, and paid Cassandra's rent with. Finally, late in 2062, his horde of nuyen ran out. He'd become a burn out, most of his reputation died along with a large piece of him. He had nowhere to go, and nothing more to sell off. His landlord kicked him out, leaving him with nothing more than the weapons under his long coat, the clothing on his back, and a few nuyen in his pocket. It was in the same alley where he'd begun his shadowrunning career (he later realized), that he came across a group of five Humanis Policlubbers abusing a young orkish girl. He stopped in the shadows as he spotted a Lone Star patrol car slowing in the street, but to his dismay it sped up again and drove off. Enraged, Twitch bolted from the alley and ran across the street as the men finally stripped the screaming ork of her clothing. One of them violently grabbed her by her dreadlocked hair and began to force her head toward his crotch -- he got a bullet in the back of his skull for his trouble. Twitch was slightly rusty from his hiatus from action, but his skill proved to have stood the test of time. Distracted, the remaining Humanis were an easy kill, throwing a few punches or kicks, but ending up dead just the same. Twitch felt alive again as he helped the frightened girl into his long coat after a time of consoling her and getting her to trust him. As he escorted her through the streets of Redmond he realized that what he'd just seen go on wasn't uncommon, the people of the Barrens had no one to help them. This got his mind turning as he remembered his sister, her rent was due soon, and without any money to pay with, she'd end up back on the streets just like him. After delivering the ork back to the abandoned building she claimed as her residence, Twitch made haste to the nearest public telecom and dialed Helen. It was time to get back to the Shadows...