Post by Peter Epp on Jul 29, 2010 17:39:37 GMT -7
Real Name: Lord Montgomery Barnett Lennox 3rd
Street Name: Monty
Race: Human
Attributes
Body: 2
Agility: 2
Reaction: 2
Strength: 2
Charisma: 4
Intuition: 4
Logic: 4
Willpower: 4
Edge: 2
Essence: 6
Magic/Ressonance: 5
Initiative: 6
Ini passes: 1
Matrix Ini: 0
Astral Ini: 8
Skills:
Acitve:
Knowledge/Language:
Qualities:
Positive:
Negatie:
Lifestyle, ID, Licenses:
Spells:
Cyberware/Bioware (Essence cost):
N/A
Weapons:
Armor:
Commlink:
Model: Sony Emperor
OS: Renraku Ichi
Signal 3
Response: 2
System: 2
Firewall: 2
Programs: Basic User
Vehicles/Drones:
Honda Spirit - Handling +1, Accel. 10/20, Spd. 80, Pilot 1, Body 8, Armor 6, Sensor 1
Other Gear:
Sustained Focus F4 - Ring
Contacts (Loyalty/Rating):
Misc:
Family Background
I was born into a rich, affluent, upper-class family in London England who descended from the British aristocracy. My father, Lord Montgomery Barnett Lennox the 2nd, was the CEO of the British Foci Ltd., a fairly prominent Foci manufacturing and supply company with branches throughout the European Union. My mother, the Lady Annabel McLaren Lennox, a Scotswoman whom my father had met and fell in love with on a business trip to Edinburgh, headed up the HR department at British Foci.
Magic ran in our family, with most members of the family either born awakened or awakening at a very early age. In addition to a top-notch education at one of Britain’s finest private schools, I was personally educated and trained in the magic arts by my parent’s from a very early age. I was also put into extra-curricular activities befitting a child of an upper-class family.
When I was ten years old we moved to Seattle, as my dad decided to take command of the new Seattle branch of the company. Life was good for the first little while and parents quickly made friends and involved themselves in Seattle’s high society. Unfortunately they ended up making some enemies amongst the shadows and when I was 15 both my parents were killed, the company was brought to it’s knees and everything our family owned was taken from us. I was too young to know who or what they were involved with or why anyone who begrudge our family so much. I still remember the day my mother was shot and the silvery wisps of hair on the silhouette of a man I saw shoot my mother in our condo.
I still don’t know exactly what happened to my father. The last time I saw him was before he went to work on the day it all happened. Since then I have been seeking those who did it. More than anything I want to know why.
I was left with nothing, home was no longer safe, so I took to the streets. I survived by hiding my past and making up whatever story worked when questioned. I let myself be known only as “Monty”. Over the next 4 years I was able to bring myself up to a reasonable standard of living, maintaining a steady income through runner jobs.
More About Me
Ever since I was a young boy I had been fascinated by Elves and Elven Culture, wishing I had been born as one or would maybe someday transform into one. My parent’s never really approved of that, but figured it was just a childish infatuation I would grow out of. As such, when I asked for cosmetic surgery for my ears when I was 9 they saw it as no different than wanting a piercing or tattoo. Since it would be easily reversible later on they let me get it. Needless to say I got so wrapped up in the idea that as far as I’m concerned I AM an elf. I haven’t quite got the language down pat yet, but am working on it and know enough of it to get by and fool most elves into thinking I’m one of them by either staying quiet most of the time or finding a reason why English or Japanese is more appropriate.
My parents raised me with very high moral standards. I was taught never to use my abilities for personal gain or to harm people unless absolutely necessary for survival - which of course never came up until I was left on the streets. To survive on the streets I taught myself combat spells, but still avoid using them unless I have no other choice. I have done my best to stick only with contracts that do not involve killing. But like it or not have faced situations where a contract demanded it. In those cases I try to find someone to team up with for the job who’s moral standards do not present a problem. I have relied on my faithful mentor spirit to help me maintain the moral high ground and provide with a means for redemption at times when I’ve had to lower my standards for the sake of survival.
Street Name: Monty
Race: Human
Attributes
Body: 2
Agility: 2
Reaction: 2
Strength: 2
Charisma: 4
Intuition: 4
Logic: 4
Willpower: 4
Edge: 2
Essence: 6
Magic/Ressonance: 5
Initiative: 6
Ini passes: 1
Matrix Ini: 0
Astral Ini: 8
Skills:
Acitve:
- Sorcery (3)
- Assensing (3)
- Conjuring (2)
- Arcana (3)
- Astral Combat (2)
- Perception (2)
- Enchanting (2)
- Athletics (1)
- Pistols (1)
- Dodge (1)
- Etiquette (1)
- Leadership (1)
- Negotiation (1)
- Blades
Knowledge/Language:
- English
- French (3)
- Japanese (2)
- Elvish (1)
- Magic Theory (6)
- Seattle Underground (3)
- History (3)
- Literature (3)
- Economics (2)
- Music - Classical (3)
- Wines (3)
- Seattle High Society (3)
- Fencing (3)
- Smuggler Routes (3)
- Computer Theory (2)
- Seattle Gangs (2)
- Corporations (2)
Qualities:
Positive:
- Magician
- Astral Chameleon
- Mentor Spirit (Dog)
Negatie:
- Elf Poser
- Sensitive System
- Mild Addiction (alcohol)
Lifestyle, ID, Licenses:
- 1 month Low Lifestyle
- Fake SIN (R3)
Spells:
- Stun Bolt (M/LOS/I/-1)
- Mana Bolt (M/LOS/I/0)
- Combat Sense (M/T/S/+2)
- Detect Life Extended (M/T/S/+2)
- Heal (M/T/S/+2)
- Increased Reflexes (P/T/S/+2)
- Chaotic World (P/LOS/S/+3)
- Improved Invisibility (P/LOS/S/+1)
- Physical Mask (P/T/S/+1)
- Control Actions (M/LOS/S/0)
- Control Thoughts (M/LOS/S/+2)
Cyberware/Bioware (Essence cost):
N/A
Weapons:
- Sword (1/4)
- Pistol - Hammerli 620s (1/4)
Armor:
- Actioneer Business Clothes (5/3)
- Armor Jacket (8/6)
Commlink:
Model: Sony Emperor
OS: Renraku Ichi
Signal 3
Response: 2
System: 2
Firewall: 2
Programs: Basic User
Vehicles/Drones:
Honda Spirit - Handling +1, Accel. 10/20, Spd. 80, Pilot 1, Body 8, Armor 6, Sensor 1
Other Gear:
Sustained Focus F4 - Ring
Contacts (Loyalty/Rating):
- Larry, Corporate Buddy (5/3)
- Bulldog, Fixer (1/1)
Misc:
- AR Gloves
- Standard Ammo 1bx 50 rounds
Family Background
I was born into a rich, affluent, upper-class family in London England who descended from the British aristocracy. My father, Lord Montgomery Barnett Lennox the 2nd, was the CEO of the British Foci Ltd., a fairly prominent Foci manufacturing and supply company with branches throughout the European Union. My mother, the Lady Annabel McLaren Lennox, a Scotswoman whom my father had met and fell in love with on a business trip to Edinburgh, headed up the HR department at British Foci.
Magic ran in our family, with most members of the family either born awakened or awakening at a very early age. In addition to a top-notch education at one of Britain’s finest private schools, I was personally educated and trained in the magic arts by my parent’s from a very early age. I was also put into extra-curricular activities befitting a child of an upper-class family.
When I was ten years old we moved to Seattle, as my dad decided to take command of the new Seattle branch of the company. Life was good for the first little while and parents quickly made friends and involved themselves in Seattle’s high society. Unfortunately they ended up making some enemies amongst the shadows and when I was 15 both my parents were killed, the company was brought to it’s knees and everything our family owned was taken from us. I was too young to know who or what they were involved with or why anyone who begrudge our family so much. I still remember the day my mother was shot and the silvery wisps of hair on the silhouette of a man I saw shoot my mother in our condo.
I still don’t know exactly what happened to my father. The last time I saw him was before he went to work on the day it all happened. Since then I have been seeking those who did it. More than anything I want to know why.
I was left with nothing, home was no longer safe, so I took to the streets. I survived by hiding my past and making up whatever story worked when questioned. I let myself be known only as “Monty”. Over the next 4 years I was able to bring myself up to a reasonable standard of living, maintaining a steady income through runner jobs.
More About Me
Ever since I was a young boy I had been fascinated by Elves and Elven Culture, wishing I had been born as one or would maybe someday transform into one. My parent’s never really approved of that, but figured it was just a childish infatuation I would grow out of. As such, when I asked for cosmetic surgery for my ears when I was 9 they saw it as no different than wanting a piercing or tattoo. Since it would be easily reversible later on they let me get it. Needless to say I got so wrapped up in the idea that as far as I’m concerned I AM an elf. I haven’t quite got the language down pat yet, but am working on it and know enough of it to get by and fool most elves into thinking I’m one of them by either staying quiet most of the time or finding a reason why English or Japanese is more appropriate.
My parents raised me with very high moral standards. I was taught never to use my abilities for personal gain or to harm people unless absolutely necessary for survival - which of course never came up until I was left on the streets. To survive on the streets I taught myself combat spells, but still avoid using them unless I have no other choice. I have done my best to stick only with contracts that do not involve killing. But like it or not have faced situations where a contract demanded it. In those cases I try to find someone to team up with for the job who’s moral standards do not present a problem. I have relied on my faithful mentor spirit to help me maintain the moral high ground and provide with a means for redemption at times when I’ve had to lower my standards for the sake of survival.