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Name: Ivellios

Street name: Thovren

Race: Elf

Age: 28

Appearance: I really do hate using pictures as my characters description. I find them a poor subtitute for description and imagination. But every so often I find one that either fits exactly what I had in mind. Or is simply to badass to pass up. If anyone has played this game this picture is from you know how awesome it really is.

But back to useful info. Approx 5'9" tall with a somewhat more slender build common to all elves. His cyber arm was built to match that and is not thick or bulky like a human or an orc cyber arm. Never the less there is no extra effort put in to cover the replacement with syntehic skin. So the gleam of metal is quite noticeable in contrast. His skin is slightly pale due to his allergy and spending most of his time in his workshop or otherwise inside buildings during the day as a result.



Role: Rigger

Bio: Ivellios's mother was a shoemaker, a street term for someone specializing
in forging identities and papers for illegal citizens. And his father was a hacker who loaned out his services to runner teams for the right price. But he never left his home, his skills were enough that it wasn't necessary for most operations. They were born to the lower class, but their earnings from their trade (and never hacing actually gotten caught) managed to get them a modest,middle level apartment, though far from the penthouse suite. They never had SIN numbers and were never recognized as citizens. As such their child was born to the same fate. And without SIN numbers one cannot get a real job in any corperation's holdings. His father taught him many of his computer skills but Ivellios never really had any apptitude for weaving and controlling the matrix. His skills stayed with hardware and physical objects. When he was ten he made his first robot of his own design, it was a crude and rusty old piece fo crap but it worked. Mostly. Needless to say his father was impressed.
It is probably for the best that he took to computers so readily as he was born fairly frail, Even for an elf. And his allergy while rare is very inconvenient for anyone but someone in the shadowrunners profession. Recent years as a shadow runner have forced his body to become more fit and trimmed out of necessity. But he still retains some of the qualities from his youth, despite the current hardening of his body.
Much to the charinge of his father, who stayed safe at his home during missions he was hired to do, Ivellios found work as a shadowrunner in his youth, one of the only options someone in his position, with limited wealth and no SIN number is able to do. Aside from run with one of the local gangs. But unlike his father whose proficiency with the matrix means he hardly ever has to leave his private set up at home. Ivellios found his skills controlling robotics, turrets, drones and cars which often required him to be inch away from whatever it was he was trying to use. And it often ment he did not have to work in the day, though bright neon and other lights of the nightlife still blurred his vision. It was part of the reason he lost his arm during his second job. Due to his allergy his skin feels incredibly uncomfortable under direct sunlight. And his eyes can quite literally be in pain from to much light, but other people would not consider those amounts out of the ordinary. To him they were blinding and debilitating. Not being able to see clearly is a major handicap, especially when working with some of the toys he works with. Needless to say the job did not go well. Two members of the team died and Ivellios lost an arm in the immediate aftermath.
Unfortunatly they didn't even manage to complete the job, so they didn't get paid. Which made things a pain, he needed new drones, new equipment. And a new arm, He also decided to get new eyes. Mabye cybereyes wouldn't have the same issue as his old ones? Mabye they could stand up to intense lights without getting him maimed in the future? Despite the cost It was a small price to pay in his opinion. He was forced to scrounge what he could from the scrap bins for his drones and hardware. And help from his parents for the new cyberware. Cyberlimbs unlike eyes, aren't cheap. Even an obvious and base model can run in the thousands. But he couldn't make do without an arm in his line of work. And no matter how pissed his parents were and the near endless ranting from his mother on endangering himself and making the wrong choices in careers, they still lent him the money.
So one painful surgery later a new Thovren emerged into the streets. A few small jobs since that incident have let him become accustomed to his new arm and eyes. And give him some capital to afford new toys and even his own apartment. Though it is lower class, and in a far seedier area of town than his parents, who he is slowly paying back for the loaned money. At his fathers very loud and harsh insistance.

Traits:
Positive traits: Bilingual (Sperethial, all elves know this language) Aptitude (repair and Hard-wiring) Codeslinger (Drone commands, firewalls and software) Juryrigger

Negative traits: Low pain tolerance, Incompetence (Melee combat of any kind), mild Allergy to sunlight. Which is why his face is covered constantly while outside to protect himself

Cyberware:
Control Rig
Datajack
Touchlink
-Cyberarm (Basic quality, right forearm/hand only, obvious)
Cybereyes (Rating1, basic quality,)

Gear: -Portable toolkit
-A standard 'Avalon' commlink head peice, AR gloves, and AR goggles with an image link for his drones.
-Armour vest (as seen in picture)
-GMC bulldog Step van, And and slightly beatup piece of garbage that he keeps running as smooth as he possibly can. Useful for a getaway vehicle in a pinch for the entire team. But also serves as a mobile workshop and command center for use of his drones. Its a common enough vehicle not to be questioned, well not often at least.
-1 standard Credstick
-Gasmask (as seen)
-1 Gm Nissan Doberman crawler drone. About the size of the animal which it is named this most basic of drone models for the aspiring shadowrunner. It is mounted with am AK-97 carbine with four 50 round belts of ammunition.
-2 MTC fly spy- minidrones, these drones are shaped to look like dragonflies, at the end of each wing are rotor blades that rotate and tilt to allow incredible amneuverablility.
-1 jury rigged small drone, A metal orb as large as an orcs head is held a lot by two rotor blades that fold up for easy storage and transportation. At least thats the idea. The piece itself is still in Thovren's van being fine tuned and uploaded with the right software. He is also looking to attach some form of pistol to its underside. But that is still a work in progress.

-Ares Predator mark I heavy pistol, the higher grade Marks are a little out of his budjet at the moment. Though he hopes to fix that.
-4 15 round clips on his person for his sidearm.
Also, what language do you know to make yourself bilingual?
Ill probably be making a rigger. and if no one takes hacker it wont take that much effort to make the changes needed.
Question. WHo are you in debt to?
Thovren's ears twitched at the shouting. He didn't know who they were. They didn't sound familiar and as much as he wanted to believe help might have arrived. It could also be anyone, maybe a trick by one of the things that attacked them? He would rather find out and risk himself than have Brisa run into the unknown and potentially get harmed. He quickly loaded his crossbow in the middle fo the room. "Wait here please until it is safe." He didn't have time to make sure any one them were complying with his request. He simply spend out and easily managed to catch up t Brisa. He pulled her off to the side. "Don't just run towards the first thing that talks." he tried not to scorn her but that was really the only way this was going to sound. "Especially just after the entire town was killed or kidnapped. Do you know this..... person is safe? is it one of them?" He waited a few second for a response. "Let me check it first," he said firmly "If they are dangerous, better I take the brunt of it rather than you. Or at the very least just stand behind me. And if they are friendly well then I apologize in advance."
He was the only person with passable fighting skills left in the village. And he took it upon himself to try and protect what was left. With a situation as dire as this he felt that someone had to take on that role. At least until they figured out what was wrong.

He took a deep breath and ran towards the gate. Who ever it was didn't manage to get through the barricade, which was a good sign. He climbed to the top of the wall and looked down to see a boy, probably not any older than he was and a horse. He rested his loaded crossbow on the barricade, not facing the boy but just for ease of access. "Hello." he said in response. "Who are you?" he asked, straightforward and to the point. He didn't feel like pleasentries were proper in this situation. At least until he new the boy was just a traveller. But then again that posed even further questions if he was alone. He could always introduce himself afterwords. "Why have you come to this village?"
I never did download the latest version of this. Do you have a pdf of the core rules?
Why must my character match my portrait?
Maybe, just maybe
Wheres your loader?
we need more than three for a commando squad
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