About AlterAlter Qualities:
Hikari POS Analytical Mind (5) Bilingual (5) Codeslinger (Exploit, 10) NEG Multiple Personality Disorder (MPD) (-20, never change) Virtual Personality (Rating 2) (-10) Mania/Phobia (Uncommon, Mild, Iatrophobia) (-5) Taiyo
Tsuki
Background:
A science experiment conducted by Renraku to study the effects of DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder) combined with DNI to The Matrix. Renraku conducted the experiment at an unmarked blacksite off the coast of the UCAS as it allowed for deniability and already contained the requirements for such a blackbook experiment. The abusive techniques employed by Renraku to induce DID into Yukimura Hikari have left a damaged young woman still learning to cope with her afflictions. Taken into the experimental program by Renraku at the age of 6 in 2058, Hikari had the unfortunate chance of being the daughter of the project leader, and as such was born a wageslave to be used however Renraku saw fit. After her mind was found to be psychologically susceptible to identity implantation techniques, she was entered into the program immediately. What followed was nearly twelve years of training in Matrix protocols, command line interfaces and program exploits taught by some of the best Deckers Renraku had at their disposal. Hikari's primary teacher was one of the deadliest Deckers employed by Renraku, a woman known on the Matrix as The Red Woman. Specializing in a brutal assassination style of counter-decking, The Red Woman has been the terror of Hikari's short life. Shifting back and forth between her different personalities became more fluid as the research became more refined, and her father settled on three personalities as a relatively stable outcome for the project to achieve. Hikari currently shares her headspace with two other personalities. Hikari has understandably become a shy, introverted and moderately unstable girl. More ready to jump onto the Matrix than deal with the real world. The first personality to emerge separate from her own was Taiyō and in every way Hikari is shy and introverted, Taiyō is outspoken and aggressive. Taiyō carries a chip on her shoulder and is easily enraged. The Renraku researches believe that Taiyō exists as a method for Hikari to lash out against her circumstances and serves the purpose of protecting her primary personality from harm. The second personality is Tsuki, a personality focused on curious exploration of wherever she is and oscillates between hyperactive and mischievous prankster. Researchers believe Tsuki emerged from Hikari’s repressed desire to be a normal child. During the fourteenth year of experimentation, the most significant change in Hikari’s life happened when Desperado, an old friend of her father and at the time a security contractor for Renraku, convinced him that what he was doing to his daughter was wrong and more importantly he should do something about it. Three months after that, with severe debt to the Yakuza, Desperado and her father broke Hikari out of the nameless blacksite, with Desperado taking Hikari out into the streets of Seattle. Hikari found herself out in the real world for the first time with nothing but the clothes on her back and her Fairlight Caliban attached to her hip. Hikari found her feet slowly over the next few years and joined a group of Shadowrunners that included Derek Wilson. However, on one run gone bad due to Derek Wilson's BTL problem, Hikari lost her right arm in a mission gone FUBAR. While Wilson paid to have her arm replaced, Hikari had had enough and decided to leave the team until Wilson got his BTL problem in check or left the team himself. Though she struggles daily with her shifting personality and making it in the shadow filled streets of 2072, Hikari has spent the last few years enjoying life on the outside while working under the street name Alter. Now:
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... OS "Little Lion" 3490.1 Command Prompt >Who are you? >Alter >Damnit! Chummer, you gave me a scare. >No choice, line compromised, need more security. >My line? S$$+, my line could geek an SK spider. >Didn't geek me, I got the Paydata but you gotta run, ditch your shadow. >What you mean run? Run where? No one messes with me, not big enough. >Yakuza coming, not happy, bug out, meet at train station. ... >Alright Alter, omw ... CONNECTION TERMINATED.
A dark sky hangs over the King Street Station, clouds ready to burst with little warning as people mill about the concrete floors inside the station, waiting for the next train to make its pass. A bench up against a wall sits next to the faded silhouette of old payphone stations long removed from the wall. Hunched over that bench sits a young woman of Japanese-American heritage, a leather jacket sitting over a white t-shirt with dark denim jeans and laced up combat boots, her blue hair pulled back by her Ray Ban sunglasses. Alter looks up with nervous tension on her face as she tries to ignore the multitudes of people bustling around in front of her and keep an eye out for her “friend.” Her contacts flashing dully as they constantly updated her ARO field with information of people passing by, the terminal station feeding up to date information about train delays that she allows to slip under her field of view. A script kiddie flashing ads for some nobody B rank company passing by is quickly blocked and replaced by a fuzzy outline of clouds. Alter looks down into the left area of her vision and picks up the clock ARO, giving a short tsk of disappointment as she notes how late her “friend” is. Taking a drink from her water bottle, Alter leans back from her slouch against the concrete wall and nervously scans the crowd again. Her earbuds buzz suddenly as her “friend” finally comes into range, her voice staying low so only the micro-transceiver picks it up. “About time Hiker, I’m by station five.” Her eyes scan around again until her contacts pick up the familiar ID of John Smith, who she knows as Hiker, walking towards her with a large backpack slung across his back. Hiker pulls up his low-slung canvas shorts and sits on the bench next to Alter with an exhale of air, letting the weight of his backpack fall off his shoulders. Without any preamble, Hiker says, “What happened Alter? The job was supposed to be easy, how’d the Yakuza get involved?” “The run went fine Hiker, but the Yakuza planned their own job the same night, they caught us escaping and tried to stop us. Redhex killed a few and we ran. Two days later, Redhex and Helix are gone and some tattooed Japanese bastard is tripping my alarm. So, look… here’s the data,” Alter slides a datachit across the bench, “and I’ve already torched my apartment. Send me the nuyen and then I suggest you find somewhere else to hole up for awhile, and seriously, get your security checked out, someone squealed.” Hiker quickly swipes the datachit from the bench and stands up, an urgency in his step that was missing from earlier, “Alright Alter, I got the picture, you’ll have your money by the time you walk out the next station, you got a place to go?” Alter gives a wry grin as she stands up, “Sure… not gonna tell you, I’ll contact you again in a few weeks.” Turning away from each other Alter reaches into her pocket and rubs over the ticket she’s already bought, walking into the crowd as nonchalantly as she can, pulling her sunglasses back down over her eyes to let the glasses and contacts sync up her image link. A small buzzing breaks into her earbuds after Alter sits on the bench of the train which quickly resolves into a voice that makes Alter slump back and sigh. “Hey chummer; long time no see, eh?” |
