| Attributes | Body: | 4 | Quickness: | 4 | Strength: | 3 | Charisma: | 5 | Intelligence: | 5 | Willpower: | 5 | Essence: | 6 | Magic: | 6 | Reaction: | 4 | Initiative | 4+1D6 | Dice Pools | Combat: | 7 | Spell: | 8 | Karma: | 1 | Cyberware | None | Bioware | None |
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| Skills | Active | Aura reading: | 4 | Car: | 4 | Conjuring: | 6 | Etiquette: | 3 | Etiquette (street): | 4 | Etiquette (corp): | 4 | Pistols: | 5 | Sorcery: | 6 | Stealth: | 4 | Unarmed Combat: | 4 | Knowledge | Street | Gang Identification: | 3 | Academic | Parabotany: | 4 | Parazoology: | 4 | Sixth World | Hermetic Theory: | 4 | Background | Sorcery | 4 | Conjuring: | 3 | Interests | Magical Lore | 4 | Languages | English: | 6 | English R/W: | 3 |
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| Edges | College Education (+2) | Flaws | Oblivious (-2) |
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| Contacts | Fury (level 1): | female human fixer | Beth Richardson (level 1): | female human talismonger | Eric Shultz (level 1): | male human, Doc Wagon paramedic |
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History
It's been Glass ever since the time you'd wanted to make your voice sound like thunder and you broke every window in the classroom. Not that your magical training was all fun and games. Gideon was a harsh teacher; loading on the assignments and research topics. You studied under him for nine years, the longest of any of his pupils. Ultimately, that's why your descent into the shadows was so much of a disappointment to him. You don't think he ever really forgave you, or himself for letting you do what you've done. But there are no easy decisions in life. And you were tired of the comfortable, secure, boring lives your parents lead. So at 18 you packed up and headed out on your own, taking care to cover the tracks you left behind so no one could follow. The streets swallowed you whole, everyone seemed to be looking for someone with your talents, and it was all you could do to keep up with the workload. You learned, almost too late, that the neither the streets nor the Arts have any respect for you. Your team was on a run and in combat, opposed by half a dozen corp guards along with one of their mages. He sent one of his elementals against the team and you engaged in a control contest for it. In the middle of the contest, one of your buddies geeked the mage, and the elemental went rogue. What happened next was brute testimony to the power of the Arts. You barely made it out with your skin. After that, business went dry, and it looked as if your brilliant shadow career had been cut short. Until a woman named Fury left a message on your answering machine about a job.