Tag-Along

[Deals with dragons]

Warning: This would be my first game so you would need to help me out a lot if that's okay. I am, however, rather proficient in role playing. 

So I am thinking of an elf adept with something of a Disney princes complex. Feeling trapped by life, parents, and corporations, she ran away from home to forge her own path. A month or so into her self directed exodus, she became even more rebellious, against what you might ask, well not even she truly knows. Maybe it's her parents, maybe human nature, maybe it the world itself. But one thing that she does know is that she wants to go against the grain. She has a kind of need to do everything that she was told was beneath her. And criminal activity is not much of an exception. While money is nice, she's more in it for the experience, the adrenalin rush from risking her life. So she has ended up in London after hearing that there were some jobs that need a position filled. 

The character is going to be a kind of hybrid face (because of upbringing and genetic manipulation) and street Sam (because of her experience and some degree of genetic manipulation) 

[Admin]

We need a face, and the idea of an 'alpha' (aka elph) slumming it is fun. Where are you from? Why did you land in London? Are her parents industrialists? Politicians? Idle rich?

[Deals with dragons]

She's probably from California or Oregon just because I personally know my way around those places. I came to London because 1) I heard that there was a good ammount of work that was being offered, and also 2) because, well, who doesn't have London on their world travel plans? My family is definitely idle mid level politicians (or managers I'm not totally sure yet, I'm willing to workshop it) with secretaries and interns doing most of the hard work. My parents were constantly traveling, sometimes for buisness, or just to travel. They also occasionally hired shadowrunners to do their dirty work.
At some point, probably mid teens, my parents hired shadowtunners and I found out about it. So I decided that I wanted to follow them just out of shear boredom. They were conducting a high level smash and grab, when a gunfight erupted. I was scared at first, but soon my heart pounded in time to the gunfire. One of the runners got tagged and dropped, so in a split second decision, I grabbed their pistol and continued firing. While I didn't actually hit anyone, the confusion bought the runners enough time to catch their breaths. It wasn't a major incident, but the intervention allowed enough time to extract their fallen teammate. They weren't certain why I helped and I wasn't too sure either, but they were grateful nonetheless. It wasn't until later that they found out who I was. There was a mixture of anger, worry, and amusement from the team as they realized that if I'd been hurt or killed, that they would have been held responsible. They warned that they didn't want me to get caught up in this business, but the damage had been done. Never before had I felt so alive and free, I wanted more. I kept a close eye on my parents schedules, looking for anomalous meetings, trying to find annother shadowrun. And so my addiction started.

[Admin]

That's great! These runners that you brushed up against are FROM London, one of them calls you Miss L (for Liability).

One of the runners that you have stayed in touch with.

[Deals with dragons]

While creating my character I considered the name Tag-Along, but Miss. l is pretty good too. I'm using the character generator to create my character, so how can I get it to you in a readable fashion? Also, I think there is an issue with the college educated quality, it says that it gives you two extra knowledges, but it only gives me one more (1->2). Besides that, I'm very nearly done. Should I enter the quotes and cues yet, or is that something that happens during the game?

[Admin]

I like "Tag" better - let's say it started out as 'tag-along' and it got shortened to 'tag'. One of the London runners still calls you tag along though.

Good catch on the bug.

change cell C460 to:
=1+2*C283+C312

The quotes / cues can be added during the game, but you should have a couple at the start.

If you go to the PBP Sheet tab on the generator, you should be able to copy those cells and paste them into a post on this board!

[Deals with dragons]

Great! I'll get on that and post it in an hour or two for reviewing!

[prissyprincesscyan]

Ah shadowrunning, the greatest past time of bored rich kids since 2050. Tag looks to be interesting, it'll be fun to see how her rebellious, impulsive nature conflicts with the hush hush planning of black trench coat.

[Deals with dragons]

Talia was not supposed to leave her room while her parents had guests over, but she usually did anyways. This time, however, the conversation was different. Talias parents were hiring these guests to steal something important and expensive. This was something straight out of a movie, and Talia needed to know more. She waited until the thieves were leaving before slipping out after them. She would have to leave the property to follow them, but Talia wasn't going to let anything stop her. She took off after them, and it wasn't until she was starting to feel lost that she realized nobody was following her. Half relieved and half worried she continued to search through the unfamiliar streets.

It was less than an hour before Talia heard gunshots from a nearby street. She rushed over to get a better look, her heart pounding. She found the people hired by her parents, under fire from a private security detail. Talia stood in total shock, for no more than five seconds before the runner closest to her took a bullet to the collarbone while trying to move into a better cover. Gripped by the need to act, she moved faster than she ever had, Narrowly avoiding stray gunfire as she ran to grab the fallen mans pistol. The security team seemed to hold fire for just a few seconds as they tried to process what had just happened. In that moment Talia let loose a hail of shots that drove the security team deeper into cover. Most shots flew wide, but it still caused enough confusion to scramble the team. With little time for second thoughts, one of the runners grabbed the wounded man, dragging him to the van while the others covered their retreat. Deciding that they should retreat, the remaining runners took off back to the van as well, one of them grabbed Talia by the arm on their way past. She was thrown into the back with her hands still clamped onto the pistol in her hands. Her head was spinning, heart pounding, and eyes bolted open. She could hear people shouting, each was saying something different, until one voice cut above them all. It was a woman's voice, gruff and hoarse yet still commanding. "Would you fragging fraggers shut your fragging traps for one fragging second! Gallow is not going to fragging die, but what about this fragging kid! Talia couldn't see who was speaking, her mind still racing trying to comprehend what had just happened. The woman spoke again: "We don't know who the frag she is and why the frag she's here". Talia could feel the pressure of every eye in the van looking straight at her.

"Don't just fragging stand there Vacc, check if she's injured" she paused a second then adds "and make sure she's still in her head while you're at it!". “And Crow, keep pressure on Gallows wound.” A face came into Talias peripheral vision, all she could make out was that they were male and wearing a medical facemask. Vacc started by checking Talias clothing for rips or tears. After his cursory check of her clothes, he moved to get a better look at her face. After just a brief look he paused, a look of worry crept across his face. It was a few seconds before he dragged a hand across his face, mumbling “fragging dreck…” The woman from before spoke up again, a mixture of worry and frustration evident in her voice: “Fragging hell Vacc… Don't tell me a kid just went six feet under in the back of my van.”. Talia could feel the adrenaline slowly exiting her system as she was suddenly struck with exhaustion, but there was a pleasant glow in her head, a feeling of renewed vigor. Vacc took a deep breath before continuing, “The good news is she’s still kicking… But you won't like the bad news Valk’…” the woman, Valk, growled in frustration “does it look like I’m in the guessing mood? Get to the fragging point.” Vacc takes a second before saying “We’ve got an alpha on our hands, and a damn expensive one at that.” There was a moment of silence before the van pulled into an alley, stopping abruptly. The other person a woman, Crow, speaks up for the first time. “Vacc, if that's supposed to be a joke, nobody is laughing.” Talia began to feel herself drifting away, having a hard time understanding what the people are saying. Vacc continues “if you don't believe me, have a look for yourself.” The three runners crowd around Talia, examining her for the first time. Valk mutters “well fragging dreck…” Crow looks at the others saying “well… What the hell do we do now?”. Talia drifts off, losing the will to stay awake.

When she woke up, she wasn't very sure when it was, or where she was, but she felt refreshed, if a little sore. She figured out that she was in the back of a van, the same van she fell asleep in, which means… Just as she was formulating the thought, the back door opened with a loud clicking. Evening sun streamed in as the door slowly opened. Talia sat up slightly, stretching out her back. The person opening the door grunts slightly and steps inside before speaking. The voice was Valk for sure, “So… You're up huh. I’m going to be blunt with you kid, you've stuck your nose into some dangerous dreck here. While I appreciate you helping when you did, you've put us in a precarious situation, and we need to work it out. So, where can we drop you so we can all put this behind us?” Talia took a second before answering, “um just near the Reaves estate.” Valk took a moment to process, then another moment. She couldn't help but look flabbergasted as she said “You gotta be fragging kidding me… Alright look, I hope for all our sakes, that you don't plan on following us again.” Talia smirked and said “I’ve never been good at following orders.”

[Admin]

Sweet! +1 karma for backstory.

Can you assign an archtype to Gallow, Vacc (who is also Valk, right? typo?), and Crow? Which one is the one in England?

[Deals with dragons]

Oh yeah, right. So Gallow is a decker, Vacc (is not a typo) is the doc/support, Crow is a psi, and Valk is the streetsam/driver, and I think Valk is from London.

[Admin]

Valk(yrie)! I get it. I may be slow, but I eventually get there.