| Attributes | Body: | 8(9) | Quickness: | 6(10) | Strength: | 7(11) | Charisma: | 2 | Intelligence: | 5(7) | Willpower: | 5 | Essence: | 1.95 | Essence Index: | 4.95 | Body Index: | 4.4 | reaction: | 4(13) | Initiative | 4+1D6(13+3D6) | Dice Pools | Combat: | 11 | Task: | 1 | Karma: | 2 |
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| Cyberware | Type | Rating | Grade | Essence | Commlink | 4 | beta | .09 | Radio | -- | beta | .45 | Telephone | -- | beta | .3 | Cybereyes | -- | beta | .12 | Electronic Image Enhancement | 3 | beta | -- | Flare Compensation | -- | beta | -- | Low-light | -- | beta | -- | Thermographic | -- | beta | -- | Protective Covers | -- | beta | -- | Datajack | -- | beta | .12 | Orientation System | -- | beta | .15 | Headware Memory 100 Mp | FIFF | beta | .2 | Retractable DiKoted cyberspurs | -- | beta | .3 | Internal GPS | -- | beta | .06 | Smartlink | 2 | beta | .3 | Wired Reflexes | 2 | beta | 1.8 | Bioware | Type | Rating | Grade | Bio Index | Cerebral Booster | 2 | Cultured | .8 | Enhanced Articulation | -- | Cultured | .45 | Muscle Augmentation | 3 | Cultured | .9 | Muscle Toner | 3 | Cultured | .9 | Platelet Factory | -- | Cultured | .3 | Suprathyroid Gland | -- | Cultured | 1.05 |
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| Skills | Active | Assault Rifles: | 5 | Bike: | 3 | Biotech: | 3 | Etiquette (street): | 2(4) | Edged Weapons: | 5 | Heavy Weapons: | 4 | Pistols: | 5 | Stealth (sneaking): | 3(5) | Submachineguns: | 5 | Unarmed Combat: | 6 | Knowledge | Street | Gang Identification: | 4 | Mafia Run Establishments | 4 | Ork Underground Entrances | 4 | Academic | Alcohol: | 4 | Sixth World | Building Security Tactics: | 5 | Background | Interests | Urban Brawl | 4 | Languages | English: | 3 | English R/W: | 1 | Cityspeak: | 5 | Trog: | 4 |
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| Edges | State of the Art (+4) | Flaws | Combat Monster (-1) | Addiction: Alcohol (-2) | Bad Reputation (-1) |
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| Contacts | Fury (level 1): | female human fixer | Mutt (level 2): | male human mercenary | Griz (level 1): | male ork, owner of Stuf-It-Inn Ork Underground halfway house |
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History
Hammer is the only name you've ever answered to. Only your mother and your brother, Anvil, were allowed to call you Lucien. Not that anyone else would have cared to, in your business you make few friends and keep even fewer. Your business? Death, of course. Money on the side, but mostly death. It's the only thing you've ever really been good at. Together, you and your brother were unstoppable. Almost untouchable.
Until that fateful night, deep in the heart of a RenRaku manufacturing plant, halfway to mission completion, you were jumped by a CorpSec team. Hard-hitters too, packing lots of firepower. Almost as if they'd known you were coming. Anvil and you committed to a strategic withdrawal under suppressing fire, but the team was all over you. You watched as they cut your brother down in a hail of bullets. They ripped you up pretty good, too. Luckily you managed to fall into one of the drainage pipes that lead away from the plant. You washed up in the Underground, where they patched you up and sent you back out into the streets.
Only there's not much meaning left to it anymore. No reason, really. So you sold most of what you owned and began to lose yourself in a bottle. And that's where you've been ever since. At first, people still came by, looking for your services, but eventually they stopped. And that was fine with you. You've become quite a regular down here at Jack's Bar. Most of the other drunks know you on sight. Which is why you didn't look up at the voice next to you.
"Mr. Hammer?"
Only when the fact that the voice was very human and very feminine pierced the alcoholic haze of your mind did you turn to stare dumbly at her.
"My name is Fury, and I have an offer you might find interesting, if you'd care to be at this address tomorrow night."