Shelly
Player: AoC
Playbook: Tech
Cred: 1
Exp: 1
= Stats =
Style +0,
Edge +0,
Cool +1,
Mind +1,
Meat -1,
Synth +2
= Playbook Moves =
Expert Splicer
You are an expert in cybernetics and biomodification; you
may begin with one extra piece of cyberware; describe how you
implanted this in yourself, but you need not describe how you paid
for it.
Storager
After receiving a job you may look through your accumulated
parts and supplies for equipment that might help with the current mission.
Roll Mind.
10+: gain 3 [gear] relevant to your chosen area(s) of expertise
7-9: gain 1 [gear] relevant to your chosen area(s) of expertise
Customizer
You can identify and examine new or complicated technology
related to your area of expertise, and modify technology with which you
are familiar. When you try to modify a piece of tech, tell the MC what you
want to do and discuss what tags or game effect that modification will
have. The MC will tell you the requirements in terms of: time; tools; parts;
help from contacts; more research.
Blend in
When you’re about to be caught somewhere you shouldn’t be,
but look and act like you belong there, roll Cool.
10+: no one thinks twice about your presence until you do something
to attract attention.
7-9: you’ll be fine as long as you leave right now, but if you do anything
else, your presence will arouse suspicion.
= Cyberware =
Cyberarm with Implant Tools
When you have time and space to
interface with a device you are attempting to fix, bypass, or tamper
with, take +1 forward. You may add additional options to your
cyberarm during play in the normal way.
Enthusiasm drove them to install a frankly
+substandard piece of hardware.
Cybereyes
When you have cybereyes installed, choose three
of following tags: +thermographic, +light amplification,
+magnification, +flare compensation, +recording, +encrypted,
+inaccessible partition. When your enhanced sight helps, you may
roll Synth for assess
+Unreliable
= Gear & Assets =
Toolkit and gear (appropriate to your area(s) of expertise)
Gas Grenades (s-harm near area reload gas)
Holdout pistol (2-harm hand/close discreet quick reload loud)
Armoured clothing (0-armour, +discreet, subtract 1 when rolling the
harm move)
Comms +Encrypted jamming communications relay
Trauma Derms allows you to apply first aid to characters at 2100 or less
harm
= Directives =
Protective When you put your responsibility to acquire better gear
and hardware ahead of the mission, mark experience
Proselytising Describe your belief system. When you persuade
others to act according to your beliefs, mark experience.
The Flesh is weak, this much we know. And implants are but the first, timid step
in abandoning these flawed vessels. But we are cowardly, fear the consequences
of flying too high and that keeps us chained to the ground like beasts.
Embrace the future that awaits us, smoothed and purified.
= Links =
John Doe +1
Character Name +0
= Character Bio =
A familiar ache woke her up. She didn't need to pull up diagnostics screens to know what was wrong this time, the telltale twitching of the ring finger betrayed that it was a rotator cuff rotors issue. Still half-asleep she smacked the area with an open palm with a practiced move. It took three tries this time to get it to stop, leaving her only with a dull pain and the memories of a botched self-surgery. She scoffed. Lots of teens think they already know everything about the world and how things work, but she was different. She
knew she was better than those chop shop jockeys, so full of 14 year old hubris she implanted it herself. She botched herself.
It would be years of more research, work and dealing with the jeers and concerned looks her twitchy arm would attract. Years to regain the confidence to work on herself again. But the experience proved invaluable, she could perform delicate operations with her eyes closed. Which was necessary when she replaced her own eyes next, the culmination of all that she had learned hands-on.
But quality hardware is not cheap. Neither is the leftover "medication" habit. What started as an odd-job here and there became a shaky career as "
that guy", the one with the body issues but exquisite work. The one that can make your cheapo budget gear run as a flagship exotic. She hated those rumors... All she really wanted was to get enough money to afford the quality she deserved, that she needed. She reached her hand under her pillow to find that old yellowed notepad. Didn't even need to open it to know all the diagrams, notes and decades worth of scribbled annotations describing precisely the required procedures and hardware to piece by piece, replace herself entirely. She scratched absentmindedly one of her weak meat legs with her good arm, the cool feeling of artificial muscles reassuring her. Soon she could disappear completely.