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The earliest thing I can remember is
being left on the streets, needing to fend for myself. Fighting others for
food, doing the best I can to avoid ... the men... Actually it wasn't them
that well, I won't get into that So at any rate, the thing most of you men
will be happy to hear. I was tortured by a crazy scientist who keep refering
to me as "his work." Imagine having a smartlink installed, with no anesthetic,
that's about the pain I had from the genetic engineering Well now that you
understand the pain, I will tell you about the scientist, Imagine the unpleasant
things that can happen when you're strapped down on a table... I can't tell
you much about what happened during the experiments, but it did result in
a higher tolerance for Body, Quickness, and Strength. You know, I don't know
what would have happened if the Yaks didn't come and help me get out of there.
I probably would have killed myself. I still remember my first run, it was
December 2050, the Yakuza had a serious grudge against a rapper gang called
"The G's." I was hired to eliminate them, thus removing the competition.
They outfitted me with some cyberware and some "hardware" . I went up to
the head G in front of all the other rappers and said "Hey, loser!, here's
a message from the Yaks!" and I shot him at point blank range. The other
rappers attacked me, so I took out my knife and slashed them. After the fight
I said "Say a word of this to the cops and you'll be sorry." They told the
cops, we own the cops.
Well, many of you can guess what I did
for my second run. I received a call from Ares M saying they had a job for
me in CAS and to go to a bar called "The clogged Artery" and that Mr. J would
tell me more there. As it turns out I figured hell, I'm in a bar, why not
grab a drink. I have never tasted a beer so bad in my entire life, and I
doubt I ever will again. It was so bad that I yelled "Hey you stupid hicks!
Your beer sucks, I've tasted better beer from the Carib League, I now know
why the Yanks joined with us, They were so sick of their own beer!"
Well, it turns out that some repulsive
cowboy came up and said "Hey Missy, I like yer style, wanna dance?" To this
I replied "No creep, I'm a fighter, not a lover." He just kept on pushing
me so finally I said "Look buddy, unless your last name is Johnson, I don't
wan't anything to do with you" His expression changed "Oh, so you must be
Magnum?"
"How the hell did you know that short,
squat and ugly?" I asked.
"I'm the guy hiring" He responded.
"Right, sure, how much money, what do
I do, and how long do I have to do it?" I replied.
"5000 Nuyen, get my friend out of trouble
, and twenty-four hours," He answered.
"Why do you need me to do that, you look
like you're pretty capable?" I asked.
"I am, but I need some extra arms, there's
about six punks guarding her," He answered.
"HER? Let me guess, she's your chick?"
I asked rather nosily (I learned not to ask questions like this to
shadowrunners).
"I wish, she hates my guts, but I still
don't wan't her hurt anymore then she is," He said.
"All right then, we strike now, they
won't expect it." I said.
"But it's twenty-three hundred hours!"
He complained.
"Exactly, prime-time shadowrunning,"
I explained.
We did manage to kill the six sicko's,
Cowboy's damsel in distress was hurt pretty bad, as was I, I healed her.
She said that she didn't hate his gut's anymore, and that she could tolerate
being friends with him, but not friends with him. After the run, Cowboy said
his name was Throttle, now there's a lame alias.
If any of you have ever wondered where
I was able to find the LMG. The Yakuza are almost as synonymous with automatic
weapons as the old Mafia, I paid them some money that I got doing some jobs
for them, and they got a hold of one, how I don't know, but they got a high
quality Ares M.P. L.M.G. and I thanked them, they didn't even charge me "shipping
and handling."
So that's the history of me. To whatever
computer hacker that cracked the code congrats, I hope you found this meaningful.
Magnum
Stats and Notes
Name
Adriana Roberta Terrance
Alias
Magnum
Gender
Female
Race
Elf
Cash
7000¥
Height
2.2m
Weight
82kg
Public Rep
0
Private Rep
13
Attributes:
Dice Pools
Skills
Contacts
Spells
Body
3
Combat
3
Firearms
4
Fixer (Level 1)
Manaball
5
Quickness
4
Dodge
3
Sorcery
4
Corporate Official (Ares, Level 2)
Powerball
5
Strength
5
Magic
4
Conjuring
2
Heal
6
Charisma
3
Astral Combat
3
Magical Theory
2
Street Doc (Level 1)
Increase Reaction +3
1
Intelligence
4
Astral Dodge
3
Etiquette (Street)
4
Shadowland
Increase Reflexes +3D6
1
Willpower
3
Social
4
Athletics
1
Bartender (Level 1)
Barrier
6
Essence
5.5
Athletics
4
Armed Combat (Edged Weapons)
2 (4)
Corporate Scientist (Level 1)
Armor
6
Magic
5
Reaction
4
Karma Pool
2
Unarmed Combat (Street Fighting)
2 (4)
The Yakuza
Initiative
4+1D6
Good Karma
1
Initiate Grade
N/A
Throwing Weapons (Aerodynamic)
2 (4)
Edges and Flaws
Compulsive behavior (attempts to damage
Aztechnology)
Flashbacks (triggered by scenes of genetic
experiments):
Cyberware
Smartlink II
Gear
Bravery
Exceptional Attribute (Body, Quickness,
Strength)
16 Shurikens
Knife
Katana
Cool Shades
Amnesia
Quick Heal
Enemies
Psycho (really likes Magnum, Magnum really
hates his guts) Level 2 (Power:2 Motivation:2 Knowledge:2)
Background
Name's Adriana, You can call me Magnum,
that's what most people call me. I'm what you might call a mercenary, do
I regret it? Not a chance chummer. I also happen to be a Mage, but I wasn't
born one, I was a victim of genetic engineering. I'm getting a little ahead
of myself here, oh well.
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