Jet Pahinui's page

HANDLE Jet
ROLE Solo
CHARACTER POINTS 60
STATS
INT [ 5 ] REF [ 9 ] TECH [ 3 ] COOL [ 7 ]
ATTR [ 8 ] LUCK [ 5 ] MA [ 7 ] BODY [ 10 ]
EMP [ 6 ] Run [ 21 ] Leap [ 5.25 ]
Lift (kgs) [ 400 ] Lift (lbs) [ 881 ]
Carry (kgs) [ 100 ] Carry (lbs) [ 220 ]
SAVE
10
BTM
-4
SKILLS
Combat Sense [ 5 ]
Awareness / Notice [ 4 ]
Handgun [ 5 ]
Brawling [ 5 ]
Martial Art [ 4 ]
Melee [ 4 ]
Weaponsmith [ 2 ]
Rifle [ 3 ]
Athletics [ 3 ]
Submachinegun [ 1 ]
Stealth [ 4 ]
Seduction [ 3 ]
Intimidate [ 4 ]
Dodge & Escape [ 4 ]
Endurance [ 3 ]
STYLE
Clothes: Cammos
Hair: Wild & all over
Affectations: Tattoos
Ethnicity: Pacific Islander
Language: Polynesian
FAMILY BACKGROUND
Family Ranking: Urban homeless
Status of Parents: Something happened to one or both parents; you grew up on the street and never had parents
Family Status: Family status is OK, even if parents are missing or dead
Childhood Environment: Spent on the street, with no adult supervision
MOTIVATIONS
Personality Traits: Moody, rash and headstrong
Valued Person: Yourself
Value Most: Money
Feel About People: People are untrustworthy. Don't depend on anyone
Valued Posession: A photograph

Jet started out as a sweet little Samoan kid, thrown out on the streets when his parents went out for some newcoke and never came back. He grew up fast and mean, and he grew up big. By the time he was 14, he was six foot, and he was jobbing out as muscle for low-grade street gangs. He met his first boyfriend at 16, and by 18 he and his beaux Rewind were running the underground in their cozy little neighborhood. Jet was the brawn, and grew into a ruthless street-level enforcer. Rewind was the techie, the brains, and the face. They worked hard to maintain their little fiefdom, and to keep their bed comfortable at night.

That all changed when a new girl moved into the block. She was cute, she was clever, she was flirty. Before long, Minx had them both wrapped around her little finger, and Jet and Rewind felt some genuine friction for the first time in their romance. Come to find out they'd both cheated on each other with this girl and things got violent. Jet figured he could take his scrawny ex-boyfriend any day. Jet learned an important lesson: doesn't matter how big you are, getting your arm shot off hurts. Of course, Rewind learned an important lesson, too: if you're gonna throw everything you've built out the window for someone, make sure she's not being paid off by a megacorp to get your gang out of the way.

Stories don't end with the main character bleeding out on his kitchen floor, though. Even in a rough neighborhood that might ignore a domestic dispute going on between two dudes that were known gangbangers, once thirty-four shots go off in an enclosed area, somebody's calling the cops. One person in that shootout got to walk away before they got there. It wasn't Jet, and he took a fall. The apartment was clean, he could reasonably claim self-defense on all the shots fired from his own autopistol and the ragged stump made the judge go a little easier on him. Six months of hard time later and he was all healed up, with a stump, no money, and a dream. He wanted to go corporate.

Jet was an idealist who thought he'd carved out a perfect life for him and his. Having that dashed around him has broken something in him, almost permanently. He still wants to be a showoff, wants to be the big, intimidating guy in the room, but without anyone to trust and share with, that's a mostly empty facade. At this point, he's likely to be pushed into seeking greater and greater thrills and danger to try and fill the emptiness.