Metody is the sobriquet of Kylie Monroe, a shadowrunner and street samurai
Neon Bunny is the sobriquet of one Samantha Powers, a hacker and cybernetics specialist freelancer
Just what it says on the tin - a terrestrial representative of that most powerful of deities, Mathom, Lord of Procrastination.
"...needs to find balance in his personal life. However, his skill at diagnosing indicates a solid medical talent. I am confident that within a year a little guidance…"
(from the evaluation of a senior resident)
Penny Brown is a private investigator and part time bounty hunter
When constabulary duty's to be done
A policeman's lot is not a happy one
When wars have to be fought, these are the grunts of the army who do the hard fighting and risk their limbs and their lives in the battle line where the real danger is.
Somebody has to put the food on the table.
When drunks, thugs and general idiots cause trouble in the bars, taverns and dance halls someone needs to chuck them out.
Also known as Komisar Dvenadtsat, or Agent 12
Tilde is a charismatic hume who works as a fixer for the hume commune on the dark side of the moon, setting up contracts between the commune and freelancers or mercenary agencies.
This is definitely going to void yer warranty, mate.
Commonly an Inn worker, serving and entertaining at the Inn.
Guiding Star: Profiling Jacob ‘Polaris’ Richter
--by Jamie Easton, New York Times
Everyone knows his name. Everyone knows his legend. Congressman Jacob Richter has spent the past two decades trying to distance himself from the name Polaris and much of what the name represents. To many, the name is a sign of respect, and gratitude. To Jacob, it's a reminder of unreasonable expectations and a life he did not choose. But in my latest profile of prominent members of the Delta Community, I learned there is more Polaris in Jacob Richter than he’d like to admit.
Shout box spawn
Freetext Friday "Shadow"
Immortality can be achieved in many ways, freetext Friday "robot"
A bunker to hold NPCs in the process of having the serial numbers filed off and their programming reset
A bane to the local fishermen, White Death is determined to rectify the terrible injustice that humanity has inflicted on her people.
The bow is a highly intelligent weapon, with memories and plans. The wielder of the bow is a brainless zombie, who is still perfectly capable of wielding the weapon. Together, they're an NPC.
Molk Peruda is encountered by the PCs on the second day of their journey west from the salt-choked port of Quyn, as they prepare to explore the jungle.
He appears a gaunt, wolfish man, with matted, dark hair that sprouts from his head in dreadlocks, contrasting with his well-oiled, blue-black, conical beard. His eyes are hidden ebon shards beneath thick arching brows, his nose, crooked, long, and reminiscent of a snout. His mouth is a thin, dark line, his teeth unseen even when he parts his lips to speak.
His skin is the color of tallow, surprising perhaps for a renowned jungle guide, yet his natural helm of dreads and the jungle's canopy keeps the sun from bronzing his originally pale flesh. On his back are tattooed three women from the waist up, side-by-side, each resembling the other but of different ages. This is a tattoo of Molk's mother, sister, and daughter. His wife (don't bring her up to him!) was killed by marauding Qullan years ago, and appears as her own tattoo on his broad but sunken chest.
His feet shockingly are turned around 180 degrees at the ankle, facing towards his back! A curse from a pernicious shaman. Molk walks feet backwards (he's used to it) and walks backwards, forwards. This can be very disconcerting and outright creepy to the PCs as he guides them through the rainforest.
Slung from his back is an archer's quarrel of treated wood carved to resemble a stalking leopard, in his hand a re-curved composite bow of horn and sinew, with a pair of vivid, red eyes, each one painted on the opposite side of the hand-grip. In a leather sheath at his belt, hangs a falchion, its pommel adorned with a curved bird's head and beak.