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Sharadur

Sharadur

Height: 5'8"

Weight: 150

Age: 25

Race/Species: Half-elven

Appearance:

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Sharadur favors her human heritage much more than her elven when it comes to appearance. She is slightly above average height for a woman by human standards, with amber eyes and red-orange hair cut relatively short. More often than not, she goes around wearing armor. While her gear is of decent craftsmanship, she usually seems awkward and uncomfortable in her mail, as if unaccustomed to wearing such garb. She typically feels warm, almost feverish, to the touch. It is not uncommon for there to be a heat shimmer or few small curls of smoke wafting around her person, particularly after she has been using her magical talents.

Personality:
Sharadur is a rather impulsive, stubborn, quick tempered and not very well spoken. Being born to common merchants, she has no family name and has spent the majority of her life around boats and near sailors. As a result, she knows very little by way of courtly decorum and has a vulgar vocabulary and rough manner to boot. Not having a completely solid grip on her own magical talent, when her temper flares, so do nearby sources of fire.

All her life she has had a thirst for adventure, which is the main reason she has now found herself at the capital city. Unfortunately, she has also spent an entire life hearing and believing derogatory remarks about city-folk. This has left her with a strong negative impression regarding the people she now finds herself surrounded by and an outright hostility towards nobility. When around them, she often becomes suspicious of their motives, often assuming they are out to manipulate her in some way, since none of them know how to stand and fight like a decent person. Even all those fancy knights are seen by Sharadur as a pack of nobles with wealthy enough parents that they could afford extra sharp toys to play with, with plenty of pretentious titles bought alongside.

That being said, when she is around those she likes and trusts, she lets the more positive aspects of her personality shine through. In her eyes, family consists of those who you can count on to have your back rather than who you are related to by blood. She would be willing to put her life at risk to protect those she regards as family. Also, though she is well-accustomed to putting in a days worth of hard labor, she has no compunction against cutting loose and having a good time when among friends and family. To her, a raucous tavern with good drinks and good company is the ideal way to end a long day.

Statistics:
-Strength: 4 (she isn't the strongest person you'll meet, but she certainly isn't the weakest)
-Perception:5 (her ancestry gives her an slight edge, though she is often inattentive)
-Endurance: 4 (she's taken a couple hits in her days and can take a few more)
-Charisma: 3 (rough around the edges and completely willing to tell you to fuck off)
-Intelligence: 8 (large amount natural magical talent and relatively well educated)
-Agility: 6 (deft enough to keep her footing even in rough seas)
-Luck: 5 (she has defied death before and will do so again)

Abilities, Talents, Traits, Powers:
Fey Ancestry-
Due to her elven blood, her senses are sharpened and she can see more clearly than many regular humans in adverse lighting conditions. Additionally, she has some natural resistance against enchantments aimed her way. Last of all, she has been speaking Elvish with her parents all her life as well as common and is bi-lingual as a result.

Phoenix sorcery-
Supposedly, somewhere in her past an unnamed blood relation did some deed or performed some favor and was blessed by a phoenix as a result. Every now and again, this blessing manifests itself in her bloodline, with Sharadur being the current recipient of the immortal flame. As might be expected, she can invoke this power to channel all manner of fire-related magic and even wreath herself in a mantle of flame at need. Unfortunately, the power is sometimes as uncontrollable, which leads to Sharadur unintentionally releasing her power, especially when blood runs hot and emotions are on edge.

Items:
Breastplate, chain shirt, leather armor, daggers, rapier. Most of her armor is a recent purchase and while the craftsmanship is plain, it is clearly well made.

History:
Sharadur was born on a ship in the middle of the Silver Ocean to a pair of moderately successful merchants. She then proceeded to spend the first decade of her life aboard her parent's vessel as they traveled from port to port up and down the coast of the Silver Ocean and beyond plying their trade. When it came to her parents, they ran a tight crew and considered anyone physically capable of doing work as a crew member in need of useful tasks to be given, even if they happened to be a child. Of course, the tasks they assigned were always according to stature and capability, which ultimately ended up providing Sharadur with a plethora of useful life skills from a very young age. Perhaps her favorite task to be set to was cooking. After all, the captain may ostensibly be the one in charge, but no one wants to get on the wrong side of a ship's cook, lest the gastric consequences be dire.

From as young an age as she can remember, Sharadur had a healthy love for the wild stories sailors told whenever they stopped at a port. As soon as she learned to read, she began to acquire books of lore for the small library she kept in the quarters she shared with her parents. Though she loved tales of adventure most of all, she never was very fond of those involving the high seas- given her lifestyle, it just seemed a unrealistically romanticized version of her perfectly mundane life. Her favorite tale was one she heard from her parents, something about her great-great-great grand-whatever having done some big favor or rendered some grand service for a legendary phoenix (the exact nature of the deeds changed with every re-telling), who had then blessed their family line with his mighty powers. To a young Sharadur, those sorts of stories were fanciful enough to fill her childish imagination with images of how awesomely badass she was definitely going to be one day.

It wasn't until the midst of her adolescence, well past when she realized that bedside stories were nothing more than nonsense and she was never going to be destined for any awesome powers that her powers did begin to awaken. Even as a small child, she had always found an unconscious fascination with fire and accidentally scorched more than a few of her parent's belongings as a result. The more significant surprise came when fire seemed to begin reacting to her presence, with candles always seeming to burn brighter whenever her she was around. This culminated one day at sea when their vessel was caught off guard by a band of pirates. In the midst of the conflict was the first time she truly unleashed her power, resolving in a blast of fire that set the other ship's rigging ablaze. It was during the pirate's frantic efforts to douse the flames and save their own ship that Sharadur and her family slipped away. Unfortunately, while leading a sortie against boarding crews, her mother had taken a wound to the leg. The injury became infected before they could get proper treatment and left her mother with a permanent limp. After that incident, her parents decided that their lifestyle needed to change and set aside their current line of work, instead using their accumulated wealth and connections to start and manage their own shipping company.

Thus shore-bound, they were also able to attend to the matter of Sharadur's burgeoning magical talent. There was some brief talk about sending her to the city to Zespah for a formal education, yet those plans were quickly discarded. After all, spending too much time around those lazy, dishonest city-folk couldn't possibly be a decent environment for their only daughter. Instead, they did their best to provide her with the finest tutors available. For a while, things seemed to be good, yet Sharadur quickly found her daily life becoming quite monotonous. It was right around the time her parents began regularly spouting off obnoxious sayings like: "owning one percent of one-hundred ships is better than owning one-hundred percent of one ship!", she knew that counting coppers and balancing ledgers was not the life for her.

Setting out on her own, for a time she took to mercenary work. The idea came about as a bit of inspiration brought about the day her magical powers awakened and she began selling her services to ship captains thinking of doing the particularly risky and lucrative trade runs. Often these involved smuggling in one form or another or took else took the ship through waters with bad reputations for piracy. As it turns out, fire is an immediate and powerful deterrent for would-be plunderers. For a couple of years, life was a bit more exciting again. Unfortunately, hiring a pyromancer with only loose control over her magic is a bit of a double-edged sword. Sure, it meant that anyone wanting to seize your vessel found themselves quickly converting their entire crew into a bucket brigade, yet it also meant that there was always the chance your own cargo accidentally went up in flames. For some captains, the risk was worth the potential payout, yet it only took one or two major incidents to slow business down to a crawl.

Eventually, it became clear she needed to turn to a different line of work. Fortunately, news travels swiftly along the shipping lanes, and the rumor mill was churning out something potentially exciting happening off near the capital. With a bit of gold borrowed from her parents, she acquired some proper arms and equipment to take with her as she set out for adventure.
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Shane Matthews

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Shane Matthews
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Hometown: Constantly on the move

Personality
Books. These are the cornerstone to Shane's personality. They are an almost unlimited wealth of information. Fascinating things, horrific things, completely unexpected things- all of this and more are found in books. Through books, he can become an astronaut, a physicist, a pirate, a noble knight, a demon hunter, or even a fairy princess. Perhaps one of the most prominent parts of Shane's personality is his rampant imagination, fueled by the plethora of literature he has devoured over the years. To him, writing was the greatest of all of mankind's inventions, for it provides an outlet outside of the limitations of reality.

Now, while we're on the topic of reality, what an amazing world that is! For, while the fantasies of writing may be able to transcend reality, that does not mean that reality is in any way drab or unamazing in itself. For someone such as Shane, there are always new things to learn and new sights to see. He is a rather adventurous fellow, fascinated by the world of Pokemon and fixated on not only learning more, but seeing for himself many of the wondrous spectacles he has only read about.

In general, he's a friendly and likable guy, though he has his quirks when it comes to dealing with other people. Being very prone to getting overly excited about things regarding Pokemon and fond of spouting out random useless trivia, he isn't exactly all that great with social interaction. Girls, in particular, are something of an enigma to him. While not exactly scared about them, he has a tendency to freeze up and lose track of what he's trying to say when around women, particularly if they happen to be exceptionally attractive (pretty much ordinary teenage nerd stuff). In summary: he's super socially awkward.

Background
Much of Shane's early life was shaped by his parent's insanity. Though, for clarify: by 'insanity', we're not talking about a 'grab a shovel and start digging while I unload this body from my trunk' sort of insanity. Nah, it's more of a 'Holy schist! That's a super gneiss rock by the side of the road! Time to floor the breaks and roll on over to grab it!' kinda crazy. Basically, both his parents were archaeologists. Their work and their hobbies were pretty much interchangeable with one another. Cool rocks, fossils, ancient civilization- these things were their passion and their daily lives.

Thus did Shane grow up in an highly academically-charged environment. His life was fairly unstable, always being shuffled from dig site to dig site, so he never did get a real social experience among peers- the sort you might find by attending a public school system. In spite of his lack of formal structured education, Shane was by no means lacking in learning. Shane's education largely took the part of “home”-schooling from his parents, along with random lessons from whichever of his parent's colleagues he ended up spending time with when his parents were off doing something deemed to be too unsafe for Shane to accompany them. After all, there are all manner of tools and delicate instruments and artifacts you wouldn't want a child being anywhere near wherever scientists set up camp.

Due to this sort of hectic upbringing, being always surrounded by scholars and academic enthusiasts, it is little wonder that his primary hobby and pastime became reading. Shane was willing to read anything he came across, from fantasy novels and comic books to academic journals and scholarly works. Some of his primary role models while growing up were the renowned Pokemon Professors, from whom it seemed you could almost always learn something you had never before known.

Even into his teen years, Shane stuck with his parents and their work, being engrossed in the subject of studying Pokemon. Offering himself as an assistant to any researcher who would let him, he eventually managed to get his hands on an old Pokedex that would have likely otherwise been tossed out in favor of a newer model. Though he ended up delaying a bit beyond the normal age when kids run off to get their first Pokemon, eventually Shane decided he wanted to go on his own journey to explore as much as he could. As such, he bid his parents farewell and headed off to pick up a starter and get on the road.

Current Badges
None

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Pokemon in Party
Yoma the Duskull


Nature
Impish

Moves
Shadow Sneak
Night Shade
Astonish
Foresight

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Pokemon with Institute
NONE

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Shadowblade

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Name
Birth name: Lost, records expunged
Corporate ID: #4821823490
Alias: Mr. Johnson
Omega Codename: Shadowblade

Age
34

Gender
Male

Nationality
American

Occupation
Mr. Johnson-
For anyone who runs the streets outside of direct corporate control, life is always dangerous. Things happen, people get hurt and shit breaks. People in the shadows either end up with a network of contacts or they end up dead. What does an honest criminal need to do in order to get yourself fixed up without giving the mindless hordes of mouthbreathing corporate wageslaves a chance to rat you out? You gotta know a guy, who might know another guy who is willing to do something on the DL for a fistful of cash. If your problem happens to be that you had a disagreement with corporate security and left with a few more holes than you started out with, you'll wanna know where the nearest street doc is rather than check yourself in at the local hospital. Depending on how well connected you are and how much cash you have to spare, he might even sanitize his equipment once a week. On the other hand, if your highly illegal cybernetic enhancements are the ones who took the beating, then "I know a guy" might refer to Mr. Johnson.

Cyberfix is the name Omega has given to the particular business front that Mr. Johnson is involved with running. Here is where Mr. Johnson can put his knowledge and experience servicing and repairing cybernetics to good use. He prefers to accept payments in the form of cash, though he is not above bartering. On a regular basis Mr. Johnson ends up plying his trade in return for spare parts and as a result, his regular supply of second-hand (or worse) parts guarantees his shop can stay open to those with less than stellar bank accounts. Of course, some procedures are messier than others and often require a bit of something extra to help get them through the pain. To this extent, Mr. Johnson almost always knows a guy he can hook you up with, courtesy of the other business ventures Omega is involved in. That being said, besides a slew of painkillers of varying potency, Mr. Johnson likes to keep the substances of more questionable application and legality as separated from his (almost) legitimate business as possible. At present, the mixture of corrupt local law enforcement readily susceptible to bribes and his policy of keeping the more overtly criminal activities to a minimum in his shop have resulted in a relatively successful business model so far.

Shadowblade-
Within the cybernetically enhanced street gang, Omega, Shadowblade serves much of the same purpose as he does with his "day job"- that of keeping people on their feet and ready for anything. Additionally, through his "day job", Shadowblade memorizes and catalogs people who come through his shop. Keeping track of information they let slip when hopped up on pain meds and noting the varying legality of parts they are equipped with, Shadowblade helps scout potential new members for Omega as well as pick out new targets for the more vigilante element of the gang. If you fuck with the Enhanced, then Omega will find you. As his name might suggest, Shadowblade is rather proficient with knives and more than willing to use them on behalf of the gang when out on a mission.

Place of Residence
The Foundry. Mr. Johnson lives and works at the same place- and old firehouse that had been abandoned for some time before it was legitimately acquired by members of Omega. Within this complex, Mr. Johnson has claimed a large section of the firehouse garages as his work-space and housing arrangements, even going so far as to have a cot in one corner next to a couple gurneys. He generally refuses to live in any building where he cannot sleep on the first floor, or sleep in any room where there is only one main entrance/exit. In a pinch, being able to jump out a first story window usually achieves better results than any other floor.

Cybernetics
Wired reflexes-
Shadowblade has a somewhat older version of the more contemporary wired reflexes enhancements, dating back to the days when the system effectively put your body into a state of perpetual seizure, controlled and directed by a build-in computer system in order to enhance reaction speed and movements well beyond what an unaugmented human is normally capable of. The downside is that it often results in twitchiness and sporadic muscle spasms when used- leading to more than one instance of accidental stabbing when reflexes kick in before mental recognition takes control. It is the sort of thing he does not rely on in his daytime line of work, where a single involuntary twitch at the wrong moment can leave someone without a functional limb or worse.

Datajack-
Implanted into the base of his skull, this allows Shadowblade to establish a direct neural interface with other electronics either for diagnostic purposes or hacking. Additionally, it includes a chip implant in order to give Shadowblade direct connection to the Databahn as necessary.

Cyberlimbs-
Shadowblade has had both one arm and one leg replaced against his will with cybernetic limbs. At one point they would have been considered top of the line and nearly indistinguishable from a regular limb. After years on the street, Shadowblade has had to do a series of tune-ups and parts replacements. While the craftsmanship is almost always done by his own hand and as a result is highly functional, there is no longer any mistaking the limbs for anything other than cybernetics.

Bio
For a select handful of people, this world is a paradise full of technological marvels that were reserved for science-fiction only a scant couple hundred years ago. For everyone else, it's shit. The kind of place where your only escape from the crushing reality of your useless dead-end life is the few hours provided by a nice shot of NEON or a few drops of GIGABYTE. Unfortunately, such a dependence can land you in a situation where you find yourself jobless, penniless and unable to pull together enough to get your next fix. The sort of situation where you might consider giving over custody of your own child to some sketchy corporate entity looking for any legal guardian willing to sign a few consent forms and forget they ever had a child in return for a fistful of cash. After all, they're usually just an accident to begin with, so why would you be stuck footing the bill for their upbringing? After all, there is always such a high demand for new participants in the testing of new cyberware.

At any rate, citizen ID: #4821823490, who would later in life start calling himself "Mr. Johnson", was acquired as a business asset by a small subsidiary branch of Geiger Institute of Cybernetics. He started off at a young enough age that he barely retained any memories of life before the institute or of his biological family. His early life was not a particularly happy one. Though nothing done to him was overtly malicious in intention- it was simply the result of an institution that did not see their test subjects as people, where everything was done with the meticulous callousness of scientific advancement. He did not go without proper food or education, as someone somewhere down the line had evidently crunched numbers and come to the conclusion that healthy, physically and mentally capable participants who were able to be at least partially self-reliant when not actively being put to use made for the best results. His only real companionship growing up consisted of the other participants in a similar situation to his own, who often were grouped together for education, meals and whatever unstructured time they were allowed. Still, he was put through a fairly regular regime of test and experimentation, largely centered around testing the human bodies ability to acclimate to cybernetics, starting from as young an age as possible.

After running operations for over a decade, eventually the lab was shut down as a result of ethics violations. Now, if this had been tied to all the potential human rights abuses perpetuated on a daily basis it might have fooled someone into thinking that there was some small measure of justice in the world. Of course, we've already established that the world is shit. The real reason things came grinding to a halt was that one of the fancy department heads in charge of overseeing the project was caught embezzling staggering amounts of money straight out of the megacorp grants supporting the project. Needless to say, that was the sort of thing Geiger takes very seriously. Within days of the news surfacing, activity within the facility ground to a halt, as countless employees waited nervously to see if a new project head would be instated or if they needed to look for employment elsewhere. It was in this lull that a sizable group of participants decided to stage their own uprising. Rather than let himself become embroiled in what seemed a foolhardy effort, Mr. Johnson decided to use the resulting chaos to abandon those who chose to fight back and make good his escape from the Institute.

After his escape he spent several years on his own, convinced that the Institute was hunting him. A fairly accurate guess, seeing as how he had inadvertently stolen a small fortune in cybernetics when he had run off. Having spent the better part of his life under megacorp. custody, his perception of their reach was greatly inflated. Convinced that they had eyes everywhere and that everyone secretly worked for the Institute, he did his best to avoid any social attachments and mostly stuck to dumpster diving and robbing convenience stores to eke out a meager subsistence. While he managed to last some time while keeping any interaction with other people to a minimum, that was not ultimately a sustainable option. As it turns out, cybernetics are in need of constant maintenance, with pieces that end up eventually failing and in need of replacement. For that, you need connections with people who have connections with other people who can acquire the parts you need. Due to the circumstances, this inevitable wound up with Mr. Johnson getting himself involved with Omega. Initially wary, he did not take too long to embrace the ideals of the group, working to carve himself out his own small niche in the gang. While back in the institute, it was expected that the company property installed within each participant be kept in pristine condition, thus Mr. Johnson came to Omega with a solid set of skills to make himself valuable if provided with the proper resources to make use of those skills. Though he primarily settled into the role of glorified repairman and Omega recruiter, while out on missions with his crew he took to referring to himself by the alias "Shadowblade" after his weapons of choice.

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