I would be interested in writing some cyberpunk. I use to play shadowrun when it first came out. 

Here is a rough character idea I have.. 

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Name: Andria “Andy” Greenwell 
Alias: Fix
Gender: Female

High Concept: Former Corporate medical researcher 
Occupation: MedTech
Problem: Socialite (I was someone..)

Attribute 1: Expert doc
Attribute 2: I have friends that can help…
Attribute 3: Everything costs something…
Attribute 4:   

Age: 22


Family: Andy was raised and educated in the corporate world till the bottom fell out. Her parents were mid level managers and a brother that died at a young age. When Edgerunners hit their compound Andy’s world changed. Her family disappeared and Andy found herself on the run and living on the streets. 

Vehicle:  

Equipment: 
Basic medical equipment (think poorly stocked clinic)
Dual induction jacks (one decking, one rigging)

Skills: 

Medicine
Cybertech (or Electronics)   contacts 
Rapport/etiquette   Investigate   Rigging
Resources  Decking  fight  Stealth 

Personality:  Andy is highly educated and careful about what she does. She takes her oath as a doctor seriously. She is not the most street-smart person (though learning). There are runners who watch out for her in exchange for medical services. Andy would rather run than be in a fight. Andy liked living a good life and hopes to open a clinic with a better living area.  Andy wants to trust people but has learned to get payment before working on people. 

Likes/Dislikes: 
Andy likes a good challenge, new equipment, good books (yes, she is old fashion) and being treated well. 
Andy dislikes wetwork with no real reason and synthfood, and soycaf. 

Backstory: 
Sitting on in the parking lot of an old, abandoned warehouse, Andy cursed.  Her dodge bulldog was having troubles again. The internal sensors reported there was an electrical problem in a module. It would be more money than she could scrounge at this time. She needed some work or some luck to go her way. 
Leaning against the vehicle she thought about her life growing up. The vehicles did not break down and when they did there was a fleet of mechanics standing by. She sighed. 
Her parent’s would be alarmed at how she was living.  Sword wounds from street sams, bullet wounds, riggers getting caught in their rigs, and deckers hitting ice. She had seen a lot that they had not prepared her for in medical school. 
Her van was a gift from some runners who had used it and gave it to her as payment. It had cost her two months wages to get a decker to clear the title. She had changed the transponders so she did not worry to much about getting pulled over. 
She so wanted a break to come her way. She was tired of harvesting cyberware from bodies and selling on the black market or installing them.
Andy had been heading to a nice home in a corporate enclave, working her way up. She cursed her ex-fiancé who had sold out to runners which put her on the run after he was killed. 
Contacts:
A mechanic – Everyone needs a mechanic to help them out.
A fence – Someone who moves Blackmarket goods and can sometimes get medical supplies for her. 
A decker – 
Mr. Johnson - 
Someone in politics/higher social standing. 
Various runners – can get some things from them, always has a cost.