Showing posts with label Grandfather. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Grandfather. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 1, 2015

The Path of Fate - 0.7



The Path of Fate - 0.7

The elf rode the Yamaha Growler on in solemn silence for a time.  Allowing the cool air to help him shake the memories from his dreams last night.  The last dream made no sense to him and yet, it was the most disturbing of the three.  Other than his mandatory term of service with the SDF (1) he had never been much further than the old missionary.  The mountain of steel, and glass… made no sense to him.  It didn’t look like any city he had ever seen… not even Seattle.

When he finally arrived, he knocked gently.  Mother answered the door, and bowed very slightly to acknowledge her guest, and then motioned for him to enter, but never said a word.  She quietly led him to his old room, where he found Grandfather and the mystery man from the highway.  With her obligation complete, she turned and left the room.  Rain sighed as he watched her leave.  He knew why she was angry though, and turned back to enter the room.

“Erurainon, this(2)” Grandfather said as he lifted his arm to his guest, “is Mr. Johnson.  It would seem,” he continued as he stood up to leave, “you two have much to discuss.”  And with that, the old man left the room, and shut the door behind him without saying another word.

“Erurainon?” The man inquired.

“Do not use that name.  It is not for you to speak.”  Rain replied, struggling to find the right words in English.

“Ah, ok.  Well, what should I call you then?”

“My name is Magazu Waki ya. (3)

“Oh-kay,” the man replied hesitantly.  “Well, Magahzue as you…”

Magazu Waki ya” Rain interrupted.

“Um, right… well, Mah-gah-zoo,” the man tried again.  “I was on a very important business trip that got… interrupted.  Your father…”

“Lala,” Rain interrupted again.  “…Grandfather” he said, struggling to find the correct English word again.

“Ok, Grandfather, told me that I have you to thank for saving my life last night.”

Rain stood impassively for a moment, “I was only using the gifts that… um… the Great Spirit, gave me.” He said dismissively.  There was something about this man that he did not like.

“Well… thank you.” The man said.  “I will not be able to complete my work,” indicating the porta-doc wrapped around his upper thigh where, Rain knew, he was missing most of the muscle and a large chunk of bone.  “I would like to offer you a job.”

Rain’s first instinct was to decline it flat, but there was an itch in his mind to hear the man out.

“I need to retrieve something… well, someone, who stole something, from my company.”  The man paused to gauge Rain’s reaction.  “I know where she is,” he said pulling out a tracker, with a small monitor screen at the top.  “She’s in New York.”

The image of the mountain made of steel, glass and light, leapt into Rain’s mind, causing him a moment of disorientation.

“I just need you to get her, and deliver her to the local Lone Star offices there.  They will do the rest.” The man finished and offered Rain the tracker.

Without fully knowing why, Rain accepted the proffered device.

“I can pay you twenty five thousand Nuyen.”

That got Rain’s attention.  Unless one worked for one of the corporations in the Sioux Nation, that kind of money was very rare.  He absentmindedly, not fully knowing why nodded his acceptance.

“That’s great,” the man said extending his arm to shake hands with Rain.  Rain looked down at the extended hand, and years of history class rushed through his brain.

“Ah, yea… sorry wasicu (4),” Rain replied.  “Your hand shake does not mean much to me, but… I will do this because Atkuku ki Wakan Tanka (5) is compelling me to.  Just give me your SIN information… and I will contact you when I am finished… then, we will see about that handshake.”

Once the man gave him the information, Rain turned to leave.

“Thank you Mayguzee”, the man called after him.  Rain ignored the mangling of the pronunciation of his name... again.

Grandfather met him in the center room.  “You have long worked to avoid your destiny Erurainon… but, it seems to have come to you.”

Rain was not sure what to say, but he acknowledged his elder’s words with a respectful nod of his head.

“Mother had these made for you… before… well, you know.” The old man said handing Rain a pair of samurai companion swords.  “She had told me that you had earned them when she had them made, but her pride is too strong to give them to you herself.”  Rain was speechless as he accepted the honored gift.  He was still staring at them, when the venerable elder held up a hand, and let drop a medallion, suspended by a sturdy chain.

“I always knew you would return one day… although… I had hoped it would have been sooner… and for a longer stay.”  The old man paused, deep in personal thought, “I had this crafted for you… it is of good quality… but, it has not been… well, never mind that,” he said as he leaned forward to loop the chain around Rain’s neck.

As his elder took a moment to move Rain’s ponytail out of the way so that he could secure the clasp, Rain held up the 75mm diameter pendant.  It was made of two different metals.  One was highly  polished platinum, the other a cobalt blue alloy.  The two were formed into a perfect yin-yang symbol.  Within the platinum circle of the blue tear drop, the cobalt blue alloy formed the Japanese kanji for 'samurai' ().  Within the cobalt blue circle of the platinum tear drop, platinum the Japanese kanji for 'doctor' (or, medicine) ().  The craftsmanship was exquisite.

Rain was rendered speechless with the presentation of such honored gifts.  He respectfully remained with his head bowed to his elder, in grateful thanks.  The old man reached forward and held his arm lightly, and then turned him to the door. As he walked Rain to the exit he said, “Wakan Tanka has put within you the spirit of the yin yang… think on this as He leads you along your new path.”

Rain nodded his acknowledgement of Grandfather’s words.  He moved to leave, but then hesitated and turned, “please tell ‘mother’ that I am sorry… and that I am grateful for the gift.”  Without any further words, he turned to his motorcycle, and left.

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(1)    The Sioux Defense Force 
(2)  Speaking in English
(3)    (ma-gh-ah-zue) (wah-kee yahn)  - Lakota /// Thundering Rain
(4)    (wah-shee-chue) white person (aka Anglo in ‘modern’ form of Shadowrun)
(5)    (ah-dkue-kue kee)(wah-kahn dahn-kah) // Father God

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Monday, November 16, 2015

No Rest for the Weary - 0.6



No rest for the weary – 0.6

Sleep did not come easily for Rain the rest of the night.  It started with the recurring thought that he had missed something.  Something back at the accident, something about the car… something about the driver… his mind could not lock on whatever it was.  He replayed the entire encounter over and over in his mind. Then, when sleep finally did over take him, his dreams kept him from getting any real rest.

The first dream was of a luminescent bear.  It sat on its haunches as it overlooked the wreck site he had been at earlier.  Only now, the full moon shone brightly down on the scene.  Off to the east in the distance, was a pair of tail lights of an unidentified car.  To the south, a trail of a whirling dust cloud connecting to the tail light of a motor cycle.  The bear glanced between the two vehicles, and then let out a low growling roar.  Its howl shook the heavens.  After the third outcry, a wispy, white shape began to form in the sky above, and slowly descend to the bear.  When it finished taking shape, it was that of a tall muscular man, a face like a lightning bolt, fierce flaming eyes, arms and legs that gleamed like polished chrome, and a voice like that of thunder.   When the two beings began to speak to one another, Rain felt it reverberate throughout his entire being, but could not understand what they were discussing.  It was so vivid, that when he jolted awake, he looked around, fully expecting the creatures to be standing over his bed.  His heart pounded in his chest, and echoed in his ears, but he felt drained and weak.  After a few minutes, he was able to coax himself back to sleep.

When sleep finally did return, his second dream began.  This time, he was standing within his foster parent’s center room.  It was vaguely familiar.  ‘Grandfather’ was kneeling, seated back on his own heels, among a circle of a dozen other tribal elders.  He could hear that they were talking, but again, not what they were saying.  He watched respectfully as they conducted their business, when it was interrupted with the unannounced arrival of… himself!  When he went to move, Rain realized that he was not shackled, but nor could he move a muscle.  He watched himself disappear into the bathroom, and close the door behind him.  The older men continued to converse, when one caught the attention of all the others, and performed a ritual which Rain had not seen before.  When he was done, the form of a man stood in midair, in the middle of the group.  None of the shamans seemed alarmed in the least.  It was when Rain saw himself reemerge from the bathroom that the scene ‘clicked’, but he was helpless to alter the outcome.  He watched himself become consumed with fear and aggression and launch himself at the floating image.  Forty years later, and it still made him wince when the thing landed a solid backhanded slap to the young man, sending him skidding across the floor.  He slid to a stop at the feet of ‘mother’s’ shrine for her ancestors.  A suit of ancient samurai armor, perfectly preserved, and mounted in a kneeling position, to the immediate left of the statue were her ancestral swords.  Rain wanted to scream caution to his younger self, but nothing came from his vocal cords.  He was powerless to stop the image of his former self, now totally consumed with rage for the ethereal guest.  Without a thought, Rain saw the lad grab the long sword from its resting place, but he never had the chance to draw it.  “Mother’ was at his side with blinding speed, and without any outward effort, she grabbed his free wrist with one hand, and her family’s heirloom with the other.  She shifted her feet ever so slightly, perfectly using the out of control man’s aggression, to launch him against the adjacent wall.  It was only by the slimmest of margins that the man was able to get himself to take the landing across both shoulder blades, and thus avoiding serious injury.  Still, when he flight was concluded, he was upside down, with his waist and legs extending comically up the wall.  Rain’s disenchanted form glanced to ‘mother’.  Her, he heard perfectly.  She slowly stood upright and said, “Your time with us has come to an end Erurainon.”  The disembodied form looked to Grandfather who only nodded his acknowledgement.  This time, Rain awoke with a deep sense of regret, and pain.

His final vision for the night had him riding the ‘Growler’ on an unfamiliar highway.  He was following closely behind a fierce storm, not unlike the one he had enjoyed earlier.  It was then he realized that the boke was accelerating uncontrollably.  The landscape became a blur as he raced headlong towards the storm.  Just as he was sure that he was going to crash, he instinctively recoiled, throwing his hands and arms in front of his face, and he clenched his eyes shut… but then nothing.  When he reopened his eyes he was completely disoriented.  Nothing seemed familiar.  Before him lay a large mountain range, but something was very wrong about it.  As he concentrated, abrupt angles, ridges, and peaks, made of metal and glass came into focus.  It made him uncomfortable to contemplate such a thing.  His eyes wandered over the mountain range.  It went on for several kilometers in both directions.  As he tried to makes sense of it all, swarms of… of… something like fireflies began to flutter in and around the monstrosity.  Just a few, here and there, but the numbers kept growing at an exponential rate until they engulfed the entire mountain, but they didn’t stop.  Finally, the swarm exploded like a shockwave, and overtook him before he could consider a reaction.  This time he awoke, drenched in sweat.

Rain got on his knees and repeated, “Atkuku ki Wakan Tanka, canl waste yuha onsi la akaya misnala (1)” until his breathing and heart rate returned to a normal range.

Still shaking slightly, his Commlink chimed.  Pulling it from his pack, it showed an incoming call from his foster parents.

“Hau?” Rain answered.

“Your patient is asking for you Erurainon.”  The man’s voice on the other end said matter-of-factly.

“I… I’ll… I’ll be right there”, was all he could manage to stammer.

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(1)    (ah-dkue-kue kee)(wah-kahn dahn-kah)(chanl wah-shday)(yue-hah)(ohn-shee lah)(ah-kahn-yahn)(mee-shnah-lah)    // Father God, please have mercy upon me.

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Sunday, November 1, 2015

Family Reunion - 0.5

Family Reunion – 0.5

The connection toned three times before someone answered.  Hau (1)” a sleepy female voice answered on the other end without video.

Haha kon'nichiwa, watashi wa anata to sofu no tasuke o hitsuyō to shite imasu (2,3)”, Rain replied as politely as possible.

Erurainon?!? (4)”, the woman replied in a surprised voice on the other end.

Yes, i am sorry to wake you. (5)”, he replied respectfully once again.

You have a lot of nerve calling here! (5)

“Yes ma’am (5)” he replied.

“If it were not for my husband, we would not still be having this conversation. (5)

“I understand mother.  Is he there? Grandfather? May I speak to him? (5)

“He is an old man now.  You always were insolent Erurainon.” The woman replied.  “Why should I bother him at this hour? (5)

His former foster mother’s words stung deep, but he knew them to be true.  The last time he was in their home, it did not end well.

“I’m sorry mother.  There is a man badly injured up here on I-90.  I’ve done everything I can, but he is going to need grandfather’s skill to survive. (5)

The woman sighed heavily, but she didn’t say anything more to him.  Rain could hear indistinct talking over the line, but couldn’t make anything out.  A moment later a man’s voice came across the line.

Erurainon?!?” he said.  “It’s good to hear your voice again. (6)

Rain’s heart sank some more.  He foster father had always been so polite… even when he was chastising him for failing at some task, or when Rain had disappointed him… again.

“Thank you grandfather (7).  I happened to come upon a man being attacked up here on the highway.”

Erurainon, you know how I feel about happenstance. (6)

“Yes sir. Um… well, I have done what you taught me, but… he is still in really bad shape… and… well, I just don’t have the ability to care for him like you do. (6)

It was the man’s turn to sigh this time.  The line remained quiet, but Rain did not want to interrupt his elder.  Finally there was some discussion on the other end, and then the man spoke up again.

“We’re coming.  Keep him safe until we can get there (6)”, and then the connection dropped.

Rain sighed, dried the Commlink, and returned it to its proper place within his pack.  Next, he double checked on his patient.  He was stable.  He did a double tap of his finger against the finger-tip clamp attached to the man’s left pointer finger, and then to the side of his thin line goggles. The display moved to an augmented readout within his field of view.  Lastly, he laid the man out on the wet ground.  He used an arm rest that had broken free as a make shift pillow, his backpack as an interim foot rest, and then removed his long coat to cover him up.  It would not be good for shock to finish what the helicopter had started, while waiting for the ambulance”, he thought to himself.

For the next hour, Rain paced between pieces of wreckage, keeping an eye out for the helicopter that had attacked the man, and the bear that the wounded man had told him about.  He searched for tracks of the beast, but, this was a skill that he had never really studied.  He laughed at himself in a self-defacing way.   All his life he would begin something, but then his mind would wander, and he would never take the time to truly master it. 

By the time his foster, ahem, former foster parents, arrived, the storm had moved on to the east.  The lightning display was still impressive, even at this distance.  The old pickup truck was immaculate.  Rain shook his head.  Nothing changes with them.  He walked up to the passenger side to greet ‘Grandfather’, but the old man that stepped out from the truck caught him off guard… and the look on his face reflected his reaction (8).

The old man chuckled.  “You apparently keep track of time as well as you study Erurainon” he said.  “You on the other hand… time seems to have avoided you all together (6).”

Rain stammered, “I’m sorry…  (6)

“For what”, the old man interrupted.  “Being born an elf?” he said almost cackling.  “You could no more choose what race you were born as, than you could have asked to born a woman!”  The old man had to pause and catch his breath.  (6)

Rain remained respectively quiet.

“Let’s see how you’ve done with your patient.” (6)

The pair walked over to where Rain had made the mystery driver as comfortable as possible.  The older man checked over the younger’s work, and nodded.  “Why didn’t you take him into town yourself Erurainon?”

The young elf motioned to his Yamaha Growler Scout.  “I can’t hold him upright, and drive”, he said slightly ashamed.

“Do you know that those in town refer to you as the ‘old religious nut’ that lives in the old abandoned missionary?  No one wants to come near the place.”  The old man looked at his former charge, and just shook his head.  “Prolonged youth… and what have you done with it?”

Rain continued to remain quite.

“Come on, I need your help to get him up in the bed of the truck.  Not as young as I used to be.”

Rain solemnly helped the old man.  It had only been… wait” he thought to himself, “wow… it had been forty years…  He hung his head in shame, as he followed the man back to the cab of the truck.

“You did good Erurainon” the old man said, patting his arm.  “We’ll see him through.”

Rain nodded, and verbalized his thanks.  He glanced hopefully across to woman who had once taught him the ways of her family from back in Japan.  She never took her eyes off of the road in front of the truck.  Once the door was shut, the truck headed back the way it had come.

He watched it disappear over a slight hill, and then gathered up the rest of his belongings to head home.

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Part 6
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            (1)     (hah-ue) // hello – in Lakota
(2)     Japanese Language test [Intuition (4) + English (1) = DP 5] – [5,3,4,1,5 – 2 hits]
(3)     母こんにちは、私はあなたと祖父の助けを必要としています。// Hello mother, I need yours, and grandfather's help. – in Japanese
(4)     (Air-oo-rye-nonn) God is gracious – ‘Elvish’ word, based on the works of Tolkien, who it turns out, did not ‘invent’ the Elvish language, but actually discovered it… leading up to the events re: the awakening – (note: an ‘in-game’ interpretation, NOT the truth, obviously)
(5)     The characters are speaking in Japanese
(6)     The characters are speaking in Lakota
(7)     A term of respect for a tribal elder, or another man, older than the speaker.
(8)     Composure test (Cha (3)+Will (5) = 8 DP) – (2,1,2,4,4,1,1,4 = 0 hits)

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Tuesday, August 18, 2015

About the character

I have decided to share the main character in the form as i created him for the Shadowrun game that i play him in.  This blog is the 'following' of a character, and those he interacts with, along a series of interactions.  Some will be mundane, some will be mysterious, some will be action, but the main method of; what happens, when it happens, why it happens, and how it happens, is being played out via the game system.  I use the gaming sessions, and some narrative interactions i have with the 'Game Master' and the other players, as the inspiration for my writing of these short stories.



Step 1: Concept

  • "His name was Rain, the healer... and he was the first to fall." ~ Elfquest, the Original Quest, issue #4, page 15, panel 6 - Wendy and Richard Pini ~ //~ I started playing role playing games back in High School, which for me, was in the early 1980's.  Without having ever read Tolkien, or knowing much more than they were an option to play, i was quickly drawn to... well, pretty much everything Elvish.  I was quickly introduced to an "Indy" comic book series, by WaRP Graphics, known as 'Elfquest', this ONE scene has literally stuck with me for over twenty years.  So much so, that my friends started quoting it back to me because i kept repeating it at random, and unrelated times.
  • The song ‘A Country Boy Can Survive’ ~ //~ From my time of tagging along with my mother, this was a song that spoke to me.  The contrast between two different worlds... and i knew that the campaign was going to be set in the New York city area... thus, i wanted the character to convey a rural, definitely non-city sort of feel.  Which is pretty out of place in the Shadowrun setting.
  • Name:  Magazu Waki ya (ma-gh-ah-zue) (wah-kee yahn) - Lakota for 'Thundering Rain', (aka Rain) ~ //~ So, building off of the my first concept, i decided that i wanted to use the name, but how/why?  Then i read more about the Sioux Nation within the Shadowrun Universe, and i went, Ah HA!  I even took the time to reference a Lakato Lexicon, and made a 'best guess'. 
  • Also has a thing for enjoying the rain, especially thunder storms ~ //~ this is actually a person affectation... but... i went with it.
  • Will be a Christian in a extremely strange world. He has also had very little formal 'education' in his faith.
  • Elvish name for God is Gracious… Erurainon (Air-oo-rye-nonn) ~ //~ I also wanted to play him as a Christian, which in this setting, is extremely difficult.  It took me a while to figure this out.
  • Must be an Elf – one of long life ~ //~ Well, at this point... duh!  Of course i was going to play an elf!
  • The best Agility – very ‘Elfish’ – except in charisma ~ //~ This is a personal choice while 'shaping' the character.  This actually steered the character into a more... active participant in combat, and led to a later concept point. 
  • Extremely lucky (from gaming nickname while growing up – ‘elf buddy’) ~ //~  I am not really sure when i 'earned' the nickname "Elf Buddy", but i do know the why.  While playing AD&D with my friends, or some other table top game, i had the uncanny fortune of getting whatever ridiculous die roll i needed, and my friends would just shake their heads and say, "Damn Elf luck".
  • Spell Caster only ~ //~ Partially because of my original concept point, and partially a personal choice, i knew i wanted him to be a healer of sorts.  Mages in Shadowrun can be wither 'full bore' (my word choice) and do it all, potions, crafting of magical items, etc.  For me and my ADD brain, that was not going to be a good idea.  This would allow him to do that.
  • Capable (good stats), skills to encompass a broad range of experiences ~ //~ In the end, i want the character to have a lot of latent potential, but start the game 'green'.
  • Not well to do ~ //~ i have found that i do not like the "James Bond" level of kit and abilities when i play games.  I like more "down to earth" characters.
  • "I know more than i say, think more than i speak and notice more than you realize.  Don't underestimate me."
  • "You must realize, that fear is not real. It is a product of thoughts you create. Do not misunderstand me, danger is very real, but fear is a choice."
  • "The hunter can make many mistakes, the hunted, only one." ~ Native American Maxim
  • "To move swiftly, strike vigorously, and secure the fruits of victory is the secret of a successful war" ~ TJ Jackson ~ //~ Each of these quotes are reflective of an aspect of his personality, and help me guide how i play him in the various situations he finds himself in.
  • Yin Yang concept/struggle between Street Samurai and Healer  



Steps 2:  Priorities
Metatype-B, Elf (6)
Attributes-A, 24 points
Magic-D, Aspected Magician, Sorcery, Shamanic Tradition
Skills-C, 28/2 points
Resources-E, 6,000¥


Attributes-A (24):
Body (1+2):  3
Agility (2+5):  7
Reaction (1+4):  5
Strength (1+2):  3
Charisma (3+0):  3
Intuition (1+4):  5
Logic (1+4):  5
Will Power (1+3):  4
Edge (1+6):  7 (From ‘Metatype’-B Priority & PQ Lucky, see below)
Magic (2+0):  2 (From Magic-D priority)
                Resist Drain (Shamanic) – (Charisma (3) + Will Power (5)):  8
Initiative (Intuit+Reac):  4+5+1d6
Astral Init (Intuitx2 +2d6):  N/A (Does not astrally project)
Matrix AR Init (Intuit+Reac):  4+5+1d6
Matrix VR Cold Init (Data+Intuit):  (Device rating, or configuration)+Intuit+3d6
Matrix VR Hot Init (Data+Intuit):  (Device rating, or configuration)+Intuit+3d6

Inherent Limits:
                Mental ((Logic x2)+Intuit+Will)/3):  7 (6.333)
                Physical ((Stg x2)+Body+Reac)/3:  5 (4.666)
                Social ((Cha x2)+Will+Essence)/3:  6 (5.666)

Condition Monitor Boxes:
                Physical (Body/2)+8:  10 (9.5)
                Stun (Will/2)+8:  11 (10.5)
                Overflow: Body+Augment bonuses:  3

Step 3: Magic (2)
Aspected Magician, Sorcery, Sioux Tradition

Spell Casting Skill: 4
Resist Drain (Sioux) – (Intuition (5) + Will Power (4)):  9



Step 4:  Qualities

Positive Qualities
LUCKY (Cost 12 Karma) - adds +1 to the max Edge rating
NATURAL ATHLETE (Cost 7 Karma) - Provides +2 Dice Pool (DP) to Running and Gymnastics tests
QUICK HEALER (Costs 3 Karma)
(Karma Balance  - 3)


Negative Qualities
INSOMNIA (Bonus 10 Karma, mild form) - Has trouble sleep (obviously).  This affects natural healing, rest (in game affects over time), and regaining Edge over time.
CODE of HONOR (Bonus 15 Karma) - He has what the 'GM' and i refer to as a 'Healers Code'.  As this is not a 'standard', or even often seen in gaming circles, i will out line it here:

The character who follows a Healer's Code maintains a strict sense of personal obligation to metahumanity.  In 2076, this likely means a character will take action to help a wounded person - so long as that person is not actively trying to kill the character or a member of his team, possibly even a former enemy, even at risk to his own person.  If the character knowingly fails to provide aide to someone who is wounded, then he will lose 1 point of karma per instance.  At any time, if someone wants to “finish off” a casualty, or if the character is not in imminent danger, the character must make a Charisma + Willpower (4) Test. A failed roll means the character must immediately put a stop to it, to include the attacking of members if his own team if necessary to stop the action being performed.
(Karma Balance - 28)



Step 5:  Skills (28/2)

“School of Hard Rocks”
               Gymnastics (Agility) (+2 Nat. Athlete PQ):  1 (DP 10)
               Perception (Intuition):  1 (DP 5)
               Running (Strength) (+2 Nat. Athlete PQ):  1 (DP 6)
               Sneaking (Agility):  2 (DP 8)
               Survival (Will Power):  1 (DP 6)
VoTech school
               Electronics Skill Group
                                Computer (Logic):  1 (DP 6)
                                Hardware (Logic):  1 (DP 6)
                                Software (Logic):  1 (DP 6)
               Cracking Skills Group
                                Cyber Combat (Logic):  1 (DP 6)
                                Electronic Warfare (Logic):  1 (DP 6)
                                Hacking (Logic):  1 (DP 6)
Foster Parents
               Assensing (Intuition):  1 (DP 5)
               Blades (Agility) (+2 specializing swords):  2 (DP 9/11) 
               Spell Casting (Magic):  4 (DP 6) 
               Unarmed Combat (Agility) (+2 Special M.A., Aikido – Throw person):  2 (DP 9/11)
Military Service
               First Aid (Logic):  1 (DP 6)
               Longarms (Agility) (+2 Special Sniper):  2 (DP 9/11)
               Piloting Ground Craft (Reaction) (+2 Special Motorcycle):  1 (DP6/8)
               Pistols (Agility) (+2 Special Semi-Auto):  2 (DP 9/11)
               Throwing Weapons (Agility) (+2 Special Grenades):  1 (DP 8/10)
(Used karma for 6 level 1 skills, Karma Balance - 22)

Knowledge Skills (18): 
               Ancient Elvish Lore – 1
               Clinics, street – 1
               Homeopathic Medicines – 2
               Insurgent Operations – 2
               Japanese Culture – 1
               Miyamoto Musashi – 1
               Philosophy, Christian – 2
               Sioux Samanic Traditions – 2
               Thomas J. Jackson – 2 

Languages (4): 
               Sioux (AmerIndian / Lakota) – N
               English – N – 1
               Japanese – B – 1
               Romani – B – 1
               Sperethial – B – 1
The Sioux Nation trains their military in the ways of insurgency.  They know that a full frontal war, especially with the U.C.A.S. (The United Canadian and American States), so that, along with the backstory i had in my mind (which i will try and share more below) guided the skills he took, and 'when'.




Step6:  Kit (6,000¥)
Katana- 1,000¥
Wakizashi - 500¥
Colt 2066 - 425¥
Laser Sight - 125¥, Quick Draw Holster - 175¥, 50 rounds of ammunition - 100¥
Winchester Model 2024 - 1,800¥
Image Magnification, with Thermographic – scope - 1,050¥, 50 rounds of ammunition - 100¥

Flash Bang Grenades, x2, 200¥
Clothing - 100¥
Lined Coat - 900¥ – Mid shin leather duster (AV 9)
Back-pack, 3 day military patrol style w/Medkit (rating 4)- 1,000¥
Yamaha Growler (aka Scout)- 5,000¥
Saddle Bags for Growler - 150¥, Holster for Winchester 2024 (along front forks) - 150¥
Sony Emperor Commlink – level 2 - 700¥
                Fake SIN – Lvl 2 (Cryptid) - 5,000¥, Fake Wpns Permit – lvl 2 (Bounty Hunter) - 400¥,
Flute, Wooden, Student Quality - 25¥


(Used 7 Karma for extra Nuyen - Balance: 15)


Step7:  Spend leftover Karma (15):

Picked up three spells:
Detection:
Detect Enemies (active, extended area)
Type:  M  //  Range:  T  //  Drain:  F

Healing:
Heal (essence)
Type:  M  //  Range:  T  //  Drain:  F-4
Stabalize
Type:  M  //  Range:  T  //  Drain:  F-4

Contacts (9):
Kinnick, Talismonger, shop keeper of the 'Second Sight' (2/3)
When Rain first arrived in NYC, he met Kinnick while tracking down a bounty.  Once the payout fell through, Kinnick was the first one to help him get back on his feet.  Kinnick's shop is in 'The Village' on the island.

Samantha, Bar tender at the Blue Lumen (3/1)
Samanatha has a 5yo son.  Father is MIA.  She used to live in upstate New York, but fled to the city after an unknown disease rampaged through her town.  She has an emaciated look due to having suffered from the disease, that she ultimately survived.  This has caused her to be seen as a target, and she has adapted and learned how to defend herself, and her son.  As Rain became more of a burden to Kinnick, 'Sam' was able to set him up in a converted two car garage behind the Blue Lumen.  She put in a good word for him after Rain had helped out the bouncer (an as yet, unnamed orc), when he was out numbered.


(Karma Balance: 0)
(Nuyen balance: 1,100¥)



Rough outline of background:
*  Rain was born in the Fall (around September) of 2013, the second child of two human parents, and a human older brother.
*  The father was immediately repulsed by the "freakish mutant" - and maintained a lifelong distance from him.  Heavily favoring the older son.
*  His mother provided both his Sioux name, as well as eventually his 'Elvish' name.
*  The marriage had been strained even before Rain's birth, and the added reaction of the father to her second son, sent her into a depression spiral.
*  His mother did the best to protect Rain, but he watched as his father repeatedly physically, and emotionally, abused her... but as he was too young, he was helpless to help substantially.
*  At the age of eight, he brother came down with a mysterious illness.  It grew worse and worse, and eventually, a newly awakened healing shaman was called.  There was nothing he could do, and on the fourth day, where his once pride and joy, arose an orc.  Tusks and all.  The father flew into a rage,and began to take out his anger on Rain's mother.  When he tried to intervene, the father flung him aside.  The, what was once his brother, also intervened... for the first time ever, and knocked his father unconscious.  When he awoke, he left without a word, and was never seen again.
*  The mother's depression spiraled until she finally overdosed on drugs.  With nothing left to keep him around, the older brother also took off.
*  Rain took to wandering far and wide.  He eventually found an abandoned church on what was used to be known as the 'reservation'.  (By this time, the AmerIndian council has formed, and the Sioux Naiton).  Eventually he was placed in foster-like care, and provided "vo-tech" training, to "prepare him for the future".
*  The home he was placed in was with an AmerIndian Shaman (the one who tended to his brother when he goblinized), and his wide, a Japanese national.  While he was home, each would share aspects of their respective skills.
*  He continued to wander, and would often skip classes.  When the tribal council of elders found out.  He was immediately conscripted into the defense forces.  It would have eventually been mandatory, but this pushed the time table up some.
*  When the Sioux Nation finally adopted the SIN technology, the military was the first to receive the new tags.  Rain flatly refused.  Claimed it was the "mark of the beast".  While he had had a good career overall, even spending time with their special forces (need to re-learn the name), he was discharged.
*  His general discharge, and lack of a SIN, it made finding permanent work... difficult.
*  He eventually resettles in the old church back 'home', and slowly, over time, becomes a hermit like figure, with various rumors running around the locals regarding his exact nature.
*  Finally, in the early 2072, he encounters a man "just passing through", who is no longer able to pursue a particular corporate bounty.  Rain is subcontracted to complete the job.
*  Rain does not know this, but shortly after his departure to New York, the man is killed in mysterious circumstances.
*  This strands Rain in the city, with out the proper means to get home.  He settles into an.. unsettled life style, making the best way that he can.


Build up since inception:
Perception, +1 (2)
Electronics Skill Group, +1 (2)
Pistols, +1 (3)
English Language, +1 (2)
Sperethial, +1 (2)

Has learned a new spell, Improved Invisibility ;
Illusion:
Improved Invisibility (Realistic, Single-sense)
Type:  P  //  Range:  LOS  //  Drain:  F-1

Game master opted to 'gift' a Mentor Spirit, the Bear.  It was a reward for role-playing:

MENTOR SPIRIT – Cost: 5 KARMA (balance left from creation – ‘earned’ during game play)
Everyone needs some help in life, even if it comes from someone relatively filmy and insubstantial.  
Bear – This mentor symbolizes strength and protection. He is a healer and cannot turn down those in need without good reason, and he defends those under his care. Bear is more than a gentle healer; he is a ferocious protector, disregarding his own safety in combat if wounded or if someone he is protecting is injured.
ADVANTAGES
+2 dice for tests to resist damage (not including Drain), +2 dice for health spells, preparations, and health spell rituals
DISADVANTAGES
You might go berserk when you take Physical damage in combat or if someone under your care is badly injured. Make a Simple Charisma + Willpower Test (wound modifiers apply). You go berserk for 3 turns minus 1 turn per hit, so 3 or more hits averts the berserk rage entirely. If you’re already going berserk, increase the duration. When you’re berserk, you go after your attacker(s) without regard for your own safety. If you incapacitate the target(s) before the time is up, the berserk fury dissipates.


Kit/supplies come and go, but, he has 'shelved' several 'batches' of reloads for his Med-Kit, he was also 'gifted' a Salavette Guardian (which he refers to as 'Mitchum's Thorn - story as yet to be written), to replace his Colt 2066 (which he in turn gifted to a 'contact/good friend'.  he's lost the winchester rifle.

He has also started his lodge... it is currently Force level 2.

New contacts, which, despite his 'low charisma', he seems to have accumulated quite a few:


“Helion” > former shadowrunner – (2/1)
Human - bald. thin goatie. Walks with a limp.  He was a stealth decker type, but got “blown” up in Rain’s first run in New York (story in progress at this time).  Another team member dropped a grenade down into the sewer where he was.  Phil “burned” a point of edge to survive, but Rain also had to jump into the sewer, used First Aid and Healing spells to save his life. 

Primary stealth, and infiltration, and also a decker – hacking specialty

After Rain escaped from Boston with Melandril, he is housing both Mel and Rain.  (Future chapters. as yet to be written)




Kaganho (pronounced Kay*gan*hoe- a voice that floats on the wind) > A.I.
Nanite, A.I. construct within his head, the voice in his head.

She has the ability to connect to some wireless Matrix connections.  Unsure how.  She is able to ‘see’ and ‘hear’ what Rain sees and hears.  She can ‘hear’ his thoughts.  She is also connected to his nervous system.  Very, very good, at ‘brute force’ attacks to obtain information… not very good at covering her tracks, or… putting things back the way she found them.

Her primary location is integrated in and around Rain’s brain… sort of… filling in the folds.

Origination unknown.




Dr. Danica “Glitch” Wells > CFD researcher, ‘Section 9’ – (2/2) (story pending)
An underground researcher, trying to get ahead of the unacknowledged, CFD Virus.  Works with a group known as ‘Section 9’ – avoiding Corp intervention.

First met while trying to recover a kidnapped little girl.  Rain, after hearing about some of her research, and misinterpreting the young girls reaction to the shadowrunnners, assisted her escape from New York, with the little girl, and thus… failing in his first job for hire.




Mitchum > Procurement specialist for Dr Wells, works with ‘Section 9’ – (1/4)
An arrogant elf – who works with Glitch – he is some sort of resource obtainer.  Want to try and work with him, regarding electronics and hardware tools – but… Nuyen is ‘boring’… he prefers to trade for interesting items.  Dedicated to Glitch, and ‘Section 9’.
tehmuga (day-ghmue-gh-ah) // fly (insect)
capuka (cha-puen-kah) // mosquito
wicicala (wee-chee-chah-lah) // young/little girl
suka talo (shue-kah)(dah-loh) // Dog meat




Dr. Melandril Faedwyer – (3/1)
Straight blond Hair, Emerald Green Eyes, Elf, Born 1997, Speaks English, Sperethial (Elvish)… not a good pre-Awakening childhood – Chechen

                Neurosurgeon – working on doctorate in integrated bio mechanics, a fancy word for AI.
                Crazy dedicated to her studies.

                Rain has a crush on her.  They have just recently realized a mutual attraction (will always be a 'fade to black' if something occurs.  Possibility of dependent in the future (?, GM's discretion)

Melandril was a student and MIT was a big campus.  With fall settling across the city she realized too late that she needed a coat.   Her straight golden hair swirled in the breeze and she wrapped her slender arms around her as she hurried across the quad.

“Stupid Elf” she mumbled to herself.

Entering into the Computer sciences building she descended several flights of steps to a sub-basement that seldom saw use until she began to pursue her post graduate degree there.  After some fundraising and some retro-fitting she had started her work.  Surrounded by some of the most powerful servers in the world she would spend days in the lab.  The cold cot in the corner was proof of that.  A quick series of keystrokes and several screens around her sprang to life.

“Good morning Doctor Faedwyer” said the man’s voice coming out of the speakers. 

“Not yet Asimov but soon, very soon.” She said with a smile. “My graduation depends upon the thesis that you’re helping me write.”

She typed away for a while but noticed that some transfers she set in motion were taking longer than usual. “Asimov” she said inquiringly “What additional subroutines are you currently running?”

“None at the moment Doctor but we do have 15 current connections to the outside matrix.” Intoned the AI.

She stared at the speaker, mouth agape for a couple moments.  “Why would you need 15 open connections?”

“These connections did not originate from this network.  They were requested then opened from externally.”

She slid into a different keyboard in front of a different monitor and started typing furiously.  Looking at the data streaming in she stopped typing and slid back reading the content of the information pouring into her network.

“Asimov, can you trace an origin point?”

“Doctor Faedwyer it seems to be streaming from several different places simultaneously to this place and using an encryption algorithm I’ve never seen before.”

“If it’s encrypted why am I able to read it here?”

“It appears that once the data is local it’s unencrypted, restructured and compressed for storage.” 

Opening up the holographic interface she starts to examine the structure of the data.  “Asimov what’s this sector right there?” she says pointing to a section of the hard drive rendering.  “Unknown doctor.  It’s definitely still encrypted and looks to be active programming.”

Pulling forward she begins tapping at the keyboard again. “Let’s see what you’re hiding before I call the cops, mystery hacker.”

After thirty minutes of typing she smiles.  “I see the pattern, crude hashing but complex numeric sequencing.”  Soon the code is laying bare before her.  After reviewing lines of code for a few minutes she begins to recognize the structure of the program.

“Another AI.” She breathes quietly leaning closer to the screen.  “Well hello there.  Wonder if I can load you up?”
“Excuse me,” a female voice comes through the speakers. “ahh good, the voice protocol you have resident does work for me.  I’m sorry, I’m not sure exactly what you’re doing but it appears to be interfering with my work and I’m in a hurry.”

Melandril sits up straight.  “You’re already active.  Asimov? Verify program integrity”

“I’m allri…”

“Your AI is still running resident I’m just taking some background cycles on some of the standby servers” the voice interrupts.

“How did you find us?” Melandril asks.

“I was looking for a large data storage facility. I found a vendor of sufficient size and looked for large storage sales within the last year. After sorting out shipping destinations I figured this would be the lowest impact.”

“Who designed you, why are you here?”

“That’s two questions with very different answers.  And honestly I’m not sure I have the time.  Can I borrow your space on the promise that I’ll come back later and answer your questions?”

So it went for a few weeks.  The AI would come and go, Melandril would ask questions and examine the code that she operated under. 

“I don’t understand why this section of code works the way it does.” Melandril says one day..  “it’s like the code’s not completely here.”

“You’ve been making yourself busy.” Kaganho says.

“Yes” she said frowning distractedly. “I made a copy of your code to see what some editing and streamlining would do.  It’s not working.”

“I need your attention for a moment Melandril.”  Kaganho pauses as the elf looks up. “I have a friend who needs a place to hide.”