Post by unfleshedone on Jul 29, 2010 22:20:02 GMT -7
Char sheet: dl.dropbox.com/u/15669592/shadowrun/ufo.pdf
Background Story:
Learned hacking in the matrix, was a part of a cracker group consisting mostly of teenagers. The group was involved in pirating copyrighted trideo. The whole operation was subsequently busted and everybody was caught and "shot while resisting arrest" by security teams of the offended corporation. Officially the group was eliminated down to the last distributor. It is unknown if anybody else has actually survived.
UnFleshed escaped only because he had access (via stolen credentials) to a data laundry security agent of a corporation that employed his dad at the time. Being naturally paranoid, UnFleshed added himself to a significant database of people and events that the agent was designed to erase from public and not very public databanks. That proved very usefull when shit hit the fan. Still, having no convenient way to erase memory of meat people (wasn't that kind of an agent), he had to move out in a hurry, and eventually settled down in Seattle. Small autoupdate daemon in his PAN even now keeps the agent posted on new pieces of data to search and destroy.
Having had a free reign on his dad's medical account and holding basic wetware in a justified degree of contempt, UnFleshed got a taste of augmenting himself, humanity be damned and all.
Currently:
Renting a crappy place in International District in Downtown.
Free time is spent gaming, coding or hacking things for fun, browsing VR for entertainment, making obscure jokes in doctored trideo and posting them on reputable news forums, an occasional night bike ride (for groceries) and shooting practice.
Once in a while does odd jobs provided by his sole fixer contact. All the money goes for food, rent and more impants.
Knows very few people and goes to few places in meatspace. Wants a pet AI.
Background Story:
Learned hacking in the matrix, was a part of a cracker group consisting mostly of teenagers. The group was involved in pirating copyrighted trideo. The whole operation was subsequently busted and everybody was caught and "shot while resisting arrest" by security teams of the offended corporation. Officially the group was eliminated down to the last distributor. It is unknown if anybody else has actually survived.
UnFleshed escaped only because he had access (via stolen credentials) to a data laundry security agent of a corporation that employed his dad at the time. Being naturally paranoid, UnFleshed added himself to a significant database of people and events that the agent was designed to erase from public and not very public databanks. That proved very usefull when shit hit the fan. Still, having no convenient way to erase memory of meat people (wasn't that kind of an agent), he had to move out in a hurry, and eventually settled down in Seattle. Small autoupdate daemon in his PAN even now keeps the agent posted on new pieces of data to search and destroy.
Having had a free reign on his dad's medical account and holding basic wetware in a justified degree of contempt, UnFleshed got a taste of augmenting himself, humanity be damned and all.
Currently:
Renting a crappy place in International District in Downtown.
Free time is spent gaming, coding or hacking things for fun, browsing VR for entertainment, making obscure jokes in doctored trideo and posting them on reputable news forums, an occasional night bike ride (for groceries) and shooting practice.
Once in a while does odd jobs provided by his sole fixer contact. All the money goes for food, rent and more impants.
Knows very few people and goes to few places in meatspace. Wants a pet AI.
