Bolt: male elven assassin

Bolt

Attributes
Body: 5(6)
Quickness: 6
Strength: 4
Charisma: 4
Intelligence: 6(8)
Willpower: 5
Essence: 0.51
Essence Index: 3.51
Body Index: 1.95
Reaction: 6(12)

Initiative
6+1D6(12+3D6)

Dice Pools
Combat: 9
Task: 1
Karma: 2

Cyberware
Type Rating Grade Essence
Commlink 4 standard .15
Radio -- alpha .6
Transducer -- standard .1
Cybereyes -- alpha .16
Electronic Image Enhancement 3 alpha --
Flare Compensation -- alpha --
Low-light -- alpha --
Thermographic -- alpha --
Image Link -- alpha .14
Eye Laser System Medium alpha .24
Laser Microphone -- alpha .08
Protective Covers -- alpha --
Datajack -- alpha .16
Headware Memory 100 Mp FIFF alpha .26
Smartlink 2 alpha .4
Wired Reflexes 2 alpha 2.4
Bone Lacing Kevlar alpha .8
Bioware
Type Rating Grade Bio Index
Cerebral Booster 2 cultured .8
Enhanced Articulation -- standard .6
Reflex Recorder: Rifles -- cultured .25
Sleep Regulator -- cultured .3

Skills
Active
Athletics: 4
Car: 3
Electronics: 4
Etiquette (street): 3(4)
Pistols: 4
Rifles: 6(7)
Small Unit Tactics: 4
Stealth (hiding): 5(6)
Submachineguns: 4
Throwing Weapons: 4
Unarmed Combat: 4
Knowledge
Street
Gang Identification: 4
Lone Star Patrol Tactics: 4
Seattle Underworld Politics: 4
Academic
Ballistics: 5
Small Unit Tactics 4
Sixth World
Seattle Megacorporate Politics: 5
Background
Interests
Combat Biking 4
Languages
English: 4
English R/W: 2
Sperethiel: 6
Sperethiel R/W: 3

Edges
Perceptive (+3)
Ambidextrous (+2)
High Pain Tolerance (+3)
Flaws
Mild Allergy to Silver (-2)
Flashbacks (Trigger: Female target) (-2)
Addiction: Alcohol (-2)
Bad Reputation (-2)

Contacts
Fury (level 1): female human fixer
Zoe (level 2): female human fixer
Leppard (level 1): female human, bartender at The Rubber Suit nightclub

Gear
Form fitting body armor: full body suit
2 outfits Tres Chic clothes
Victory Industrious Line jumpsuit and coveralls
Vashon Island Actioneer Line: Slacks, Hi-collar shirt, Suit Jacket
Mortimer of London Greatcoat
Walther PB-120 (SMVII, concealable quick draw holster, silencer, 2 clips hollowpoint)
Colt Manhunter (SMVII, concealable quick draw holster, silencer, 3 clips explosive ammo)
Survival Knife
HK MP-5TX (SMVII, suppressor, shock pads, 3 clips explosive)
Ranger Arms SM-3 (SMVII, bipod, 24 rounds hollowpoint)
DocWagon Contract (gold)
Low lifestyle 3 months prepaid
Grapple gun, 200m stealth line, catalyst stick
pocket secretary
ascent/descent kit
2 flash grenades
2 IPE concussion grenades
Honda-GM 3220ZX Turbo
8,000 ¥

History

She turns, and for a moment her face is illuminated by the electric blue of the halogen lamps. Your finger freezes on the trigger as the hair stands up on the back of your neck. You know this face, this angelic face, that smiles next to the man who sent you to kill her. You know every curve of the body that this face crowns. Fear and dread cloud the back of your mind as you wait and wonder, frozen by the beauty of her face. A face that disintegrates into a cloud of blood and bone slivers. Over and over again.

You wake up screaming like you do every night, in the dingy hole that you call home now. The smell of alcohol almost overwhelms the smell of death and feces. Underneath it all lies the harsh industrial smog of downtown Seattle. Sodium orange light leaks through the ratty curtains that cover the single window. You make it to the sink before being violently sick, but it's only dry heaves. You can't remember the last time you ate. Glancing up, a stranger's face meets your gaze.

The once proud and defined elven features are gaunt and haggard, and a terrible guilt hides itself in bloodshot eyes. You were one of Seattle's finest assassins once. Before they asked you to kill the woman you loved. But you hesitated. Choked. And someone else did it for you. Now, there are no calls for your service. No jobs. No need for an unreliable operative. And all you have left are the faces of those who no one else could save and the one face you were powerless to.

You reach for a bottle on the counter, but freeze when a knock sounds on your door. Blood flows in all the old paths, and your hand steals to the cool stock of your Manhunter.
"Nothing here for you, chiphead, go away!" you snarl.
The door swings open, framing a figure in the light from the hallway. For a moment you think it's her. But only for a moment.
"Bolt?" The shadow inquires, "My name is Fury, and I have something you might be interested in."