Dr Davaulus

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10 posts. Alias of Umbungo.


About The_Source

Name: The Source

Looks: Cool eyes, attractive face, thin body, corporate wear, white skin

Stats:
Edge +2
Style +1
Mind +1
Meat -1
Synth 0
Cool 0

Cred 5
Intel 0
Gear 0

Directives:
Network - When my membership in PR15 hinders the mission, mark experience.
Deceptive - When your lies about your identity or your past put the mission at risk, mark experience.

Harm: 00:00

Cyberware:
Encrypted, Recording Cybercoms - When monitoring communications or giving orders in a tactical environment, you may roll Synth for assess. Acquired as part of my old career. I f~$#ed over my employer (Hawk DataSystems) to get it, now I'm hunted.

Links:
Lance +1
Elan +1
Contacts: TBC

Moves:
I know People: Once per mission you may introduce a new Contact. Name the contact, say what they do, then roll Style. 10+: you’ve worked with the contact before; they have talent. Write them down as a Contact 7-9: you’ve never met them before, they’re an unknown quantity 6-: you know them all right. Tell the MC why they dislike you After you’ve rolled, describe how you contact them; the MC will ask some questions.

Facetime: When you engage someone in face to face conversation without intervening technology, take +1 forward to fast talk them.

Hustling: Between missions, choose a number of those jobs equal to or less than your current crew, describe what each job is, and roll Edge: 10+: you profit from each of your jobs; 7-9: one of them is a Disaster and you Profit from the rest; 6-: everything’s FUBAR. The MC will make a move based on the Disaster for each job.

Crew: 2 (Shadow, Johnson)

Jobs:
Surveillance: You have a small network of informants who report on events; you then sell that information. Profit: gain [intel]. Disaster: someone acts on bad info.

Brokering deals: You arrange for the right people to meet each other Profit: gain 1 Cred. Disaster: the deal that you arranged goes wrong.

Gear:
Semi-auto pistol (2-harm close/near loud quick)
Armoured clothing (armour 0, +discreet, subtract 1 when rolling the harm move)
Flashy Ride - Sports Car

Advances: 0

Background:
Second generation Polish immigrant. Father was a big man in Hawk DataSystems. Mother was his PA. I had the standard corp upbringing, leading to the standard corp job.

Hawk wasn't a bad place to work, mostly analysing people's shopping habits and travel patterns to help sell them stuff they don't need. The continual lies and drove for profit over people got to me eventually though, and I quit. Took some experimental cybercomms gear with me and burned my name from the employee lists. Now I get to choose what I sell and who I sell it to.

MC eyes only:

My real background:Born in the Eastern European commercial zone as the son of two devout wageslaves. Standard corp education, standard corp apartment, entry level data analysis job. Work, eat, sleep. Repeat until dead. Not my idea of living. Seems like I’m not the only one either.

PR15 are a group of like-minded individuals sharing a common geography and a common hatred of what life has become in that geography. Some would call them activists. Some terrorists. They just want to make this part of the world a little nicer to live in. Bring back some culture. Tear down the neon and uncover the statues. They never asked me to terrorise anyone. Just asked me to apply for a job at Hawk. Play the company man and keep my head down.

Got the job easy. Got transferred to the “customer analysis” section. Got shipped out to the states. Spent my days trying to figure out what you want so Hawk can sell you it. Then spent my days making you want what they want you to want. Worked my way up. Advertising’s easy when we know everything about you. Victoria’s Secret are having a sale. It’s your mistress’ birthday next week. Here are her measurements. She’d prefer the red one. Aren’t you glad you went to that party we told you about?

PR15 wanted me to sign up to this new cyber-enhanced comms division. Free headware, lets me listen to all your dirty secrets. Had to sign an NDA and a 10 year contract. Six months later and I’m listening in on all Hawk’s own little secrets. Discreet email to PR15, share prices crash, people are arrested. I get a shiny new car (well, the registration is new) and my name mysteriously vanishes from the employee roster. Now I’m a free agent, with an experimental bit of headwear and a knack for finding out what you don’t what to tell me. For the right price I'll sell your secrets to anyone. And if it leads to some statues being uncovered back home? All the better.