David Amaruq (Greywolf) METATYPE: HUMAN
B 5, A 6/8, R 5/6, S 4/6, W 3, L 3, I 5, C 3, ESS 1.6, EDG 5 Condition Monitor (P/S): 11 / 10
Armor: 14
Limits: Physical 8, Mental 5, Social 4
Physical Initiative: 10/11+2D6
Active Skills: Athletics Group 1, Automotive Mechanic 3, Blades 2, Etiquette 2, First Aid 4, Longarms 4, Outdoors Group 4, Perception 4, Pilot Ground Craft 3, Pistols 5, Sneaking 6, Unarmed Combat 4 Knowledge Skills: Classic Books 3, Ecology 3, NAN Border Procedures 3 Languages: Chipewyan N, English N, Inuit 4, Japanese 3 Qualities: Addiction (Mild): Pipe Tobacco (Turkish), Allergy, Common (Mild): soy, Bilingual, Catlike, Natural Athlete, Quick Healer, SINner (National SIN): Athabaskan Council
Augmentations:
. . Cybereyes (3) w/ Flare Compensation, Image Link, Low-Light Vision, Smartlink, Thermographic Vision, Vision Enhancement (1)
. . Muscle Replacement (2)
. . Wired Reflexes (1) Vehicles:
. . Toyota Gopher [Handling 5/5, Speed 4, Accel 2, Body 14, Armor 10, Pilot 1, Sensor 2, Seats 3]
Gear:
. . Big Game Hunter w/ Custom Fit, Custom Protection: Fire Resistance (6), Gear Access, Holster
. . Climbing Gear
. . Eddie Greywolf w/ Fake License: Conceal and Carry (5), Fake SIN (5), (2 months) Low Lifestyle
. . Fairlight Caliban
. . Lined Coat
. . Maglock Passkey (5)
. . Medkit (4)
. . Pipe & Tobacco (Turkish) (2)
. . Plasteel Restraints x4
. . Rapelling Gloves
. . Survival Kit
. . Tool Kit, Automotive Mechanic Weapons:
. . Cavalier Deputy [Heavy Pistol, Acc 8, DV 7P, AP -1, SA, RC 3, 7 (cy)] w/ Extreme Environment Modification (1), Gas-Vent System (3), Smartgun System, Internal
. . Remington 950 [Sniper Rifle, Acc 9, DV 12P, AP -4, SS, RC 3, 5 (m)] w/ Extreme Environment Modification (1), Gas-Vent System (3), Imaging Scope, Smartgun System, Internal
. . Survival Knife [Blade, Acc 5, DV 8P, AP -1]
Contacts:
Fixer (Connection 3, Loyalty 4)
Mechanic (Connection 3, Loyalty 4)
Mr. Johnson (Connection 3, Loyalty 1)
Starting ¥: 5,000 + (4D6 × 100)¥
Background:
Laying in the cheap hotel, David again go over the series of events that brought him here.
A well known tracker and hunter, it was not a surprise when the town elders came to him to hunt the dangerous beast that had been terrorizing the area...a Wendigo.
Tracking the beast was not very difficult, but when it suddenly veered from its current path, then I became concerned.
I followed it to a remote cabin nestled in a copse of trees. Even from a mile away you could hear the screams of the creatures victims. I got there just before the beast had the chance to kill a young girl it was menacing. Two shots from my trusty Remington was all it took, but even as I took the shots, the creature slashed the girl.
The cut was not deep, but the evil from the beast had flowed into the girl...she was now infected. I knew what my duty was, and I drew my Cavalier Deputy and ...should have shot. But I could not kill her.
I bound her wounds and returned her to the town's clinic. I received the bounty for the Wendigo, but it felt wrong. It was only a matter of weeks before the girl disappeared. I had to set things right.
I packed up my Toyota Gopher and headed south, following on the heels of the monster I allowed to go free. In Edmonton I almost had her, but it was a trap. The creature lured me to a dead end alley, then disappeared into the sewers. When I attempted to follow, a pack of ghouls stepped in and beat me down. I thought I was gone, when those shadowrunners showed up. They skragged the ghouls and took me out of there. By the time I was conscious, I was in a hotel room, hooked up to a bunch of machines. My eyes felt ..weird..as well as a general ache in my muscles.
The man who walked in, Mr. Johnson, told me that I was a very lucky fella. Seems the ghouls did more to me than I thought. When I arrived, my body looked to have been flayed, and my eyes had been removed (eaten, so I was told) by the ghouls. They had started to feast on my body while I was still alive, and thanks to Mr. Johnson, I have new eyes and my damaged muscles were replaced.
Now I owe him, and have done so for some time. The thing is, I remember being rescued by those shadowrunners before the ghouls had a chance to chow down on me...or so I thought. Also, while he keeps telling me he will assist in my hunt for the Wendigo, he has yet to pass on any credible information.
So now under an assumed name, I am slowly paying back Mr. Johnson in the hope he will help me find the Windigo I helped create.
