I'm not all keen on using a Gen on my first Character. I'll give it a try though.
I have this.
Morgan "Cheese" Ladimore
"Life is to short for racial bias. I'm not here to eat your babies, relax"
"Its the big bad troll here for your towns virgins, boogabooga!"
"See, in my world, there are two things that can happen with women. 1. You don't have sex with them, and then there is really no need to ever call them again. 2. You do have sex with them, and then there is really no need to ever call them again"
2.91 Meters
251 kilograms
Troll (Homo Sapien Ingentis:
+5 body, -1 quickness, +4 strength -2 intelligence, -2 Charisma
Themographic Vision, +1 Reach for Armed/Unarmed Combat, Dermal Armor(+1 Body))
Shaman (Totem: Raven)
C: Attributes: 24
Body- 1 +5+1= 7
Quickness- 4 -1= 3
Strength- 3 +4= 7
Intelligence- 6 -2= 4
Willpower- 4 +0= 4
Charisma- 6 -2=0= 4
Essence: 6
Magic: 6
Reaction= 3+4=7/2=3.5= 3
Initiative: 2=1d6
Skills: 34
Unarmed Combat 5
Etiquette: 6
Edged weapon: 4
Bike: 3
Shotguns:4
Pistols: 4
Sorcery: 4
Conjuring: 4
spells: 25
Fireball 6,
Heal 6,
Power Bolt 4,
Invisibilty 4,
Acid Steam 4
Equipement:
Grown into troll-dom when he was in puberty. He was the populair, suave kid at school. He rode a motercycle which drove all the girls crazy. At a certain age he started getting terrible shallow headaches above his eyebrows. Also, he would suddenly have a lot of acne troubles, getting zits and warts. Eventually, his left horn would break through his skin. After this it all made sense, and he rode off on his motercycle drunk and drepressed about him becoming a troll. He got rammed by an 18 wheeler of the road. In a coma at the hospital, Morgan had the idea he could step outside of his body, and fly. He was in a coma for a month, and a raven would sit in the open window every night. The nights after he came out of the coma, he would have dreams about him fighting a large black bird. Every night he would have the same type of dreams involving the same bird and he would startle awake, sweating, at 6.48 AM every morning. Eventually, he started hearing voices. He got paranoid, still not understanding much about his new body. The voices became louder, and clearer, and the voices in his head were not only real, but accurate aswell. It was the voice of his totem, the Raven in the window. He listened to it, learned from it, embraced himself and his new knowledge and never spoke to him again.
He now stands at almost 3 meters tall, and weighs around 250 kilo's. Wearing no shirt, a long dark-purple leather coat, a fedora hat and jeans. He carries around a skull, orcish, as foci. A scar on his eyebrow, nose and 4 on his lips, also a piece of ear is torn off. He used to have piercings there but they were ripped out. His horns are broad, but flat, and reach tight over his head through his hair, reach over his shoulders half way between his shoulderblades where they intwine. His hair is in long thick braids tied between his horns. He wears a silver necklase with bird-claws around his large neck. Besides the fact that he doesn't smoke, he keeps a packet of cigarretes with him, and matches, at all time. For when people want to smoke. Duh.
He has the raven bird with him, as a pet, which flies around him or sits on his shoulder. The bird responds to a distinct whistle. When asked what the bird is called he would awnswer: "Uh, its called Bird. I never asked his name, and he never told me. "
Hi, I'm Morgan. Smoke? No? My man..
Look, I can't say I rolled into my line of work. I chose this line of work. You see, I'm a magic user, and not the kind that just goes to school and does the dance and knows the magic. I earned my skills! Yeah, I'm a shaman, if thats what you want to call it. And as a 'shaman' I adher to a totem. My totem, is this little guy right here *points at the bird*. Its a raven. Raven's love carnage and bloodshed. And me, being a troll AND a raven shaman, well, I kind of enjoy my share of gore myself. No no, I won't cut someone open for fun. I don't start the killing, sheesh, just because I'm 3 meters tall doesn't mean I'm a fraggin' ogre!
Don't judge me.
Right, how I got into Shadowrunnin'? Boredom, mostly.
What I love most about being me, is that I don't NEED to pay rent. I hire an appartment, but if I'm late on my payement, no one will come nagging at the Troll with a shotgun, who talks to birds. Loving it, really loving it.
Oh, I pay my rent when I can afford it of course. I'm not a cheat. See, there is that prejudice again! Bah!
There are a few things I need to tweak, really. Dennis asked me to wait till he's there untill I do it though.
