Detective: Emanuel Dimez. My old partner from when I was with Lone Star. I swear our boss put us together all for a bad pun. Well, anyway, he got married a few years ago. They have a kid on the way in a few months. It's good to know he's been doing better than me.
Bartender: The barkeep at the bar a block from my apartment. The bar's not classy by any stretch, but synthahol and information both run freely and I could use more of both. Twiggy the bartender was a scrawny troll with features resembling a willow tree, brown, gnarled and green. Twiggy and his brothers ran the mission bar and ever since you helped them fend off a Humanis policlub’s attempt to burn down the bar and every one in it, Twiggy has kept an eye out for you.
Street Snitch: Vinnie. A squatter in one of the various abandoned apartments of this fine city. He's a coward who'd spill his guts for 10 nuyen, and everyone knows it. The only reason he's still alive is because his brother is high up in a local gang and has a bad temper.
Fixer: well connected and known in Seattle. He may once have just been a street BTL dealer, but he has made enough connections in the city that he is known as one of the premier recruiters of low budget talent. Runners look down on him, but most have worked for him at some point early in their careers. In a lot of ways he's like a temp agency, the pay might be lousy but it gives you an in to work with the big boys and its a great way to be noticed. Of course this agency takes a big cut of your pie since he knows no one under him has the rep to argue any income.
Talismonger: Morgan Fay. A reasonably successful talismonger. Don't trust him any more than you have to, or he will take you for everything you got.
Background:
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Ever since I was a kid, I wanted to be a cop. Arrest bank robbers, put murderers behind bars, all that good stuff. Anyway, I Awakened when I was 16, and I joined with Lone Star 5 years later. So far, nothing that interesting happened.
Then, I met her. Elizabeth Moore. Blond hair, blue eyes, the kind of body that could make a hacker smash his commlink. It was love at first sight. We began to see each other in our spare time. I was thinking of proposing to her, actually.
Then the Crash hit. I lost my SIN, and Elizabeth just disappeared. I had no job, and the love of my life vanished. I suppose you can see why I sought refuge in a bottle. Well, I tried being a private eye and started going by my middle name. Eventually, I figured out that any money in this place was in shadowrunning.
Well, here we are. Right now. 2070. Let's hope things go better from now on.
Appearence:
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Black hair, combed back. Vaugely Arabian appearence. Brown duster. Yellow-tinted glasses.
Miscellaneous Inspirational Quotes:
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All by Raymond Chandler
I needed a drink. I needed a lot of life insurance. I needed a vacation. I needed a home in the country. What I had was a hat, a coat and a gun. I put them on and went out of the room.
When I got home I mixed a stiff one and stood by the open window in the living room and sipped it and listened to the groundswell of traffic on Lauren Canyon Boulevard and looked at the glare of the big angry city hanging over the shoulder of the hills through which the boulevard had been cut. Far off the banshee wail of police or fire sirens rose and fell, never for very long completely silent. Twenty four hours a day somebody is running, somebody else is trying to catch him. Out there in the night of a thousand crimes, people were dying, being maimed, cut by flying glass, crushed against steering wheels or under heavy tires. People were being beaten, robbed, strangled, raped, and murdered. People were hungry, sick; bored, desperate with loneliness or remorse or fear, angry, cruel, feverish, shaken by sobs. A city no worse than others, a city rich and vigorous and full of pride, a city lost and beaten and full of emptiness. It all depends on where you sit and what your own private score is. I didn't have one. I didn't care. I finished the drink and went to bed.
