WHISPER

NAME: Rigai Hirasaki as "Whisper"

PLAYER: Aecelot
METATYPE: Human (None) AGE: 84
GENDER: Female HEIGHT: 165 WEIGHT: 60
HAIR: Black EYES: Dark SKIN: Pale
STREET 0 NOTORIETY: 1 PUBLIC 0
CRED: AWARENESS:
COMPOSURE: 10 JUDGE 12 MEMORY: 13
INTENTIONS:
LIFT/CARRY: 4 LIFT/CARRY 30 kg / PRIMARY Right
WEIGHT: 20 kg ARM:
MOVEMENT: 3/5 SWIM: 3
(2m/hit) (1m/hit)
NUYEN: 3,123¥ KARMA: 0 CAREER 0
KARMA:
 PHYSICAL MENTAL SPECIAL INITIATIVE
ATTRIBUTES ATTRIBUTES ATTRIBUTES
BODY: 2 CHARISMA: 4 EDGE: 2 INITIATIVE:
10 +2D6

AGILITY: 1 INTUITION: CURRENT ASTRAL

7 (8) EDGE INITIATIVE:
POINTS: 2 16 +3D6

REACTION: 1 LOGIC: 7 ESSENCE: RIGGER

(2) 3.81 INITIATIVE:
10 +2D6

STRENGTH: WILLPOWER: MAGIC: 1 MATRIX AR:

1 (2) 5 (6) 10 +2D6
MATRIX
COLD: 14
+3D6
MATRIX
HOT: 14
+4D6

PHYSICAL LIMIT: 3 MENTAL LIMIT: 10 SOCIAL LIMIT: 6 ASTRAL LIMIT: 10

Ares Victory: Industrious [+1]
(Only with appropriate corp, Must
be visible)
Ballistic Mask [+1] (Only for
Intimidation, Must be visible.)
Mortimer of London: Berwick Suit
[+1] (Must be visible)
Mortimer of London: Ulysses Coat
[+1] (Must be visible)
 ACTIVE SKILLS ACTIVE SKILLS KNOWLEDGE SKILLS
SKILL RTG POOL SKILL RTG POOL SKILL RTG POOL
Automatics AGI 6 7 Palming AGI 4 5 English INT Native
(Assault Rifles +2) Pilot Ground Craft REA 4 6 Administration LOG 6 13
Computer LOG 6 13 (Wheeled +2) (Government +2)
(Edit File +2) Pilot Walker REA 4 6 Firearms INT 6 14
Cybercombat LOG 6 13 (Biped +2) Security Procedures LOG 6 13
Electronic Warfare LOG 6 13 Sneaking AGI 4 5 Underworld INT 6 14
Hacking LOG 6 13 Gymnastics AGI 1 2 (Smuggling +2)
Software LOG 6 13 (Parkour +2) Psychology LOG 5 12
(Data Bombs +2) Impersonation CHA 1 5 (Profiling +2)
Unarmed Combat AGI 6 7 (Human +2) Utility Companies INT 4 12
(Natural Weapons +2) * Cracking 6 Matrix LOG 3 10
Disguise INT 4 12 * Stealth 4 (Networks +2)
Etiquette CHA 4 8 Area Knowledge: Seattle INT 2 10
Engineering LOG 2 9
Military INT 2 10
Moster Hunting INT 2 10
Shadow Community INT 2 10
Bars and Clubs INT 1 9
(Seattle +2)
Data Havens INT 1 9
(Shadows +2)
Infected INT 1 9
(Hunting +2)
Small Unit Tactics INT 1 9
Sword Fighting INT 1 9
(Blade Dance +2)

QUALITY PHYSICAL DAMAGE STUN DAMAGE

Addiction (Mild): Overdrive SR5 77 TRACK TRACK
Aged: 3 BB 12
Allergy (Common, Severe): Sunlight SR5 78
Code of Honor: Helping the fallen (Poor & Downtrodden) SR5 79 -1 -1
Electronic Witness DT 48
Exceptional Attribute: LOG SR5 72 -2 -2
Infected: Vampire (Human) RF 140
Records on File: Ares RF 158 Down -3
Records on File: Saeder-Krupp RF 158
School of Hard Knocks RF 149 OVR OVR Dead Down
Subtle Pilot: Anthro R5 33
Wanted by GOD DT 49 Natural Recovery Pool Natural Recovery Pool
(1 day): 4 (1 hour): 8
Wired User KC 100
 RESISTANCE POOL RESISTANCE - SPELLS POOL
Radiation 8 Direct, Mana 6
Judge Intentions 10 Combat Spells Direct, Physical 2
Indirect, Defense 10
RESISTANCE - DAMAGE STUN PHYSICAL
TYPE Detection Spells 13
Damage 13 13 Decrease Attribute - Body 8
Fire 13 13 Decrease Attribute - Agility 7
Cold 13 13 Decrease Attribute - Reaction 8
Electricity 13 13 Decrease Attribute - Strength 8
Acid 13 13 Health Spells Decrease Attribute - 10
Charisma
Falling 13 13
Decrease Attribute - Intuition 14
Fatigue 8
Decrease Attribute - Logic 13
Sonic 6
Decrease Attribute - 12
RESISTANCE - Willpower
TOXINS AND CONTACT INGESTION INHALATION INJECTION Mana 13
PATHOGENS Illusion Spells
Physical 15
Toxin 8 8 8 8 Manipulation Mental 13
Pathogen 8 8 8 8 Spells Physical 4
RESISTANCE - NOT ADDICTED ALREADY
ADDICTION YET ADDICTED
Physiological 6 10
Psychological 11 15
IMPLANT ESSENCE GRADE
Control Rig 1 1.25 Used SR5 452
Datajack with Universal Connector Cord (Meter); ; Sim Module, Hot
Cyberears 1 0.25 Used SR5 453
Antennae, Antennae, Antennae, Sound Link;
Datajack Plus 3 0.19 Used KC 65
Signal Scrub; Toolbox; Universal Connector Cord (Meter); Virtual Machine;
Genetic Optimization (Logic) 0.30 None CF 157
Narco 0.20 None CF 159
ARMOR VALUE
Equipped
Ares Victory: Industrious 9 RG 64
Gear Access
Fedora 0 NF 173
Total of equipped single highest armor and accessories 11
Other Armor
Ballistic Mask +2 RG 74
Mortimer of London: Berwick Suit 9 RG 58
Attachable Gear Access; Concealability; Custom Fit;
Mortimer of London: Ulysses Coat 10/+3 RG 58
Concealability; Custom Fit (Stack);
WEAPON POOL ACCURACY DAMAGE AP MODE RC AMMO [LOADED]
FN HAR 9 5 (7) 10P -2 SA/BF/FA 5 (6) 70(c) [60] SR5 428
RANGE S M L E
Assault Rifles 0-25 26-150 151-350 351-550
Extended Clip; Flashlight, Infrared; Folding Stock; Foregrip; Gas-Vent 2 System; Laser Sight; Shock Pad; Silencer/Suppressor; Sling;
Smartgun System, External;
WEAPON POOL ACCURACY DAMAGE AP REACH
Infected Bite 7 3 (STR+1)P -1 -1 RF 137
Shock Gloves 7 4 8S(e) -5 0 SR5 423
Personalized Grip
Unarmed Attack 7 3 2S - 0 SR5 132
NAME RTG QTY NAME RTG QTY NAME RTG QTY
Ammo, Explosives & Grenades Electronics Gadgets
Ammo: APDS (Assault - 60 SR5 Certified Credstick, - 5 SR5 Black Panther - 1 CA 143
Rifles) 434 Standard 442 Briefcase (Good) - 1 RF 254
Ammo: Regular Ammo - 60 SR5 Contacts 1 1 SR5 Reactive Myomer Pack - 1 HT 187
(Assault Rifles) 434 443
Synthskin Face Mask 6 1 HT 188
Ammo: Stick-n-Shock - 60 SR5 Polychromic Lens;
(Assault Rifles) 434 Tool Kit (Disguise) - 1 SR5
Data Tap - 1 SR5 443
Breaking & Entering 440
Tool Kit (Hardware) - 1 SR5
Crowbar - 1 SR5 Glasses 1 1 SR5 443
447 443
Identifications
Gecko Tape Gloves - 1 SR5 Meta Link - 1 SR5
449 438 Fake SIN (Seattle Free 4 1 SR5
City: Hiro Nakamuro) 442
Drugs & Medicine Micro-Transceiver - 1 SR5
441 Fake License rating 4 (Driver's License) ,
Novacoke - 1 SR5 Fake License rating 4 (Firearms License) ,
412 Pulse Wave - 1 DT 17 Fake License rating 4 (Augmentation's
Overdrive - 1 CF 186 Satellite Link - 1 SR5 License) , Fake License rating 4 (Private
Slap Patch, Stim Patch 6 2 SR5 439 Investigator License) ;
451 Stealth Tags - 10 SR5 Miscelaneous
Slap Patch, Trauma - 1 SR5 440 Canteen, One Liter - 1 RF 254
Patch 451 Subvocal Mic - 1 SR5 Index Card - 100 RF 255
Electronics 439
Ink Pen (Nice) - 1 RF 254
Tag Eraser - 1 SR5
Agent 3 1 SR5 441 Pack of Cigarettes - 1 RF 254
246
Gadgets Pocket Notebook - 2 RF 255
Bug Scanner 6 1 SR5
440 Backpack (Cheap) - 1 RF 254
Certified Credstick, Gold - 1 SR5
442
DEVICE CATEGORY QTY RATING ATTACK SLEAZE DATA PROC. FIREWALL
Pulse Wave Commlinks 6 0 0 6 6 DT 17
Commlink Functionality with Camera, Micro, Chip Player, Credstick Reader, Earbuds 1, GPS Guidance System, Micro Trid-Projector, Music
Player, RFID Tag Scanner, Shock- and Water-Resistant Case, Touchscreen Display;
Meta Link Commlinks 1 0 0 1 1 SR5 438
Commlink Functionality with Camera, Micro, Chip Player, Credstick Reader, Earbuds 1, GPS Guidance System, Micro Trid-Projector, Music
Player, RFID Tag Scanner, Shock- and Water-Resistant Case, Touchscreen Display;
PROGRAMS
Agent 3; Signal Scrub; Toolbox; Virtual Machine;
VEHICLE HANDLING ACCEL SPEED PILOT BODY ARMOR SENSOR CM SEATS DEVICE
GMC Endurance (Van) 4 3 4 1 14 6 2 19 8 1 SS 186
Chameleon Coating; GridLink Override; Handling Enhancement Rating 1; Morphing License Plate; Smuggling Compartment; Smuggling
Compartment Shielding; Smuggling Compartment Shielding; Spoof Chips;
Sensor Array Rating 2 with Atmosphere Sensor, Camera 2, Cyberware Scanner, MAD Scanner, Motion Sensor, Nanoscanner, Olfactory
Scanner, Omni-directional Microphone 2;
VEHICLE HANDLING ACCEL SPEED PILOT BODY ARMOR SENSOR CM SEATS DEVICE
Saeder-Krupp Direktionssekretar 4 2 4 4 4 3 4 12 0 4 R5 148
Drone Arm; Armor Rating 1Drone Arm; Armor Rating 1Drone Leg; SkimmersDrone Leg; SkimmersTouch Sensors;
Sensor Array Rating 4 with Camera 4 with Flare Compensation, Image Link, Smartlink, Thermographic Vision; Geiger Counter, Laser
Microphone 4, Olfactory Scanner, Omni-directional Microphone 4, Radio Signal Scanner, Ultrasound, Vision Magnification;
LIFESTYLE LEVEL COST DURATION
Apartment two levels down High 7,000¥ 1 Month SR5 369
Bat Cave; Zen Den; Cramped Garage (Car (Body 15 or More)); Dangerous Area; Cramped; Grid Subscription (Global Grid); Grid
Subscription (Local Grid); Grid Subscription (Public Grid);
CRITTER POWER CATEGORY TYPE ACTION RANGE RATING DURATION
Allergy (Wood, Severe) Weakness None None SR5 401
Allergy (Sunlight, Severe) Weakness None None SR5 401
Dietary Requirement (Metahuman Blood) Weakness None None SR5 401
Dual Natured Paranormal P Auto Self Always SR5 395
Essence Drain Paranormal P Complex Touch Permanent SR5 396
Essence Loss Weakness None None SR5 401
Immunity (Age) Paranormal P Auto Self Always SR5 397
Immunity (Pathogens) Paranormal P Auto Self Always SR5 397
Induced Dormancy (Lack of Air (Essence) Weakness None None SR5 401
Minutes)
Infection Paranormal P Auto Touch Permanent SR5 398
CONTACT LOCATION ARCHETYPE CONNECTION LOYALTY
Beatrix Goodwill Seattle Fixer 4 1
Metatype: Elf
Gender: Female
Age: Middle-Aged
Preferred Payment Service (Shadowrunner Job)
Method:
Hobbies/Vice: Social Habit (Elven Wines)
Personal Life: None of Your Damn Business
Type: Shadow Services
Michael - Rogue AI Seattle Urban Anthropologist 4 3
Metatype: A.I.
Gender: Non-Binary
Age: Young
Preferred Payment Barter (Hobby/Vice Items)
Method:
Hobbies/Vice: Entertainment (Trid Reality Shows)
Personal Life: Unknown
Type: Support

Background
Believe it not, Whisper used to be fucking plumber. Too smart for school and all that. Everything was fine, life was floating by. Happy
parents, good life, nice friends, London city apartment. And then the world changed. No one knew what happened at the time, Rigai sure
as hell didn't get it.
Rigai was born a millenial, the year Two fucking Thousand. Grand that was, her loved it. To be fair, world was already going to the crapper
then, even all the way back then. Governments disappearing and a renewed space race. In 2010, VITAS hit. Nothing much happened at
first, just another break out virus, but then stuff started to get worse. Millions died, countries failed, economies collapsed and
governments dissolve left and right. Rigai got sick as well, real sick. She got through it though, tough little twig she was. Her parents not
so much, not so lucky. 11 she was, when her parents died. Into the system, orhpaned girl, very smart, but so angry, always angry. The
first UGE babies started being born right about then, the year of Chaos, first magic returning and all that. Not that she got any of that.
Teachers scuffing her for being a wisecrack, girls bullying her for being scrawny.
Two years later, corps go to war and in 2015, Aztlan is created. Rigai is done with it all, she packs her bags and sets out. Dropping out at
the age of 15, she never even finished high school. She loved working with her hands, and games, ooooh all the games. Strategy, combat,
slice of life, everything. Stories also, couldn't get 'nough of 'em. Never was much of an athlete though, body being frail and all that.
So, she dropped out of school, moved into her own place and got a job as a plumber. Wasn't long before her boss figured out she was of
more worth to him higher up the chain though. Got her working on drawing out big building pipe networks and the like. Paid better, but
boring as hell. Naturally, young as she was, didn't have any insurance yet, thought the world was hers.
Always comes back to bite you in the ass of course, that sort of attitude, and so, she got sick, real sick. VITAS II, couldn't pay the bills to
keep herself alive anymore, in and out of the hopsital every other day. Looking for a better payday, she reached out to friends of her
parents, working for some corpo or whatever, said he might have soething interesting for a smart girl like her. Said it was kind of like
building puzzles and games. Before she knew what was what, she was building plans for operations, risk assessments they called it. How
to get in and out of buildings, disabling security, making it look natural or as if something just glitches.
She was fuck'n good at it as well. Did that for a couple of years, paid well and the work just kept coming. Couldn't help but get curious at
some point though, stupid stupid stupid. She traced her assignment back to a dude working in Congo, and from there to Instanbul and to
Berlin. Got into some kind of mainframe and looked at some live feeds of soldiers moving into a vuilding blowing up walls. SPLASH, person
dead, SPLASH another dead. Traumatized she shut it off.
What the hell was that about....? She recorded the whole thing of course, and rewatched it. Recognizing the stupid fucking plans that she
created and realized she had been handing these guys tailed made plans to kill entire building. Fucking extermination. Life didn't seem so
created and realized she had been handing these guys tailed made plans to kill entire building. Fucking extermination. Life didn't seem so
bright any more after that. She quit the job, took to pills, sniff and drink. Locked herself up in her apartment and didn't get out anymore.
Simsense came around, and she dove right into it. Her body slowly wasting away. The Crash opened her eyes though, in 2029. She
needed better skills, to stay ahead, to stay alive. Moving to Berlin, she started working for a security contractor, developing her software
skills. Berlin narrowly avoids being destroyed by the Russians during the Eurowars, and Rigai calls it quits. She packs her bags and is on
the way to the airport when she gets a call from an old colleague, if she's interested in some contract work.
This time however, she does the opposite. She takes the plane to Madagascar, and starts building up her network. Instead of working for
those corpo fuckers, she starts on her own. Strategy is her game, security her playground. It doesn't take long before the cyber pirates
start wispering her name. She made a name for herself there, but good things never last. With the money from her endeavours, she got a
LIfespan Extention treatment and a Physical Vigor treatment in Chicago. On the way back, her base was attack by armed special forces,
many of her employees killed and her villa destroyed. They took her assets, froze her accoutns, those fucking assholes.
So, on her overlay in Ghana, she bought a ticket to the Caribean. Other pirates same shit. Didn't turn out so well though this time. she
forgot ow hard it was in the beginning and got careless. On a night home, she got jumped, fucking bitten - HMHVV. She laid in bed for
days, sweating and shaking, shivering with fever. Got through it in the end though.thought for a second she could just go back to how
things were. Sadly, it didn't have the same spark anymore, she'd been there and done that, she wanted something new and she needed
money fast to sustain herself without drawing too much attention.
On to the next chapter, new beginning. She moved to the newly re-founded Los Angeles Free City in 2047. Here, she starts a new
adventure, foundation diving. She starts growing and shaping hosts for fringe subsidiary corps. Weird fucking work, with dark terror luring
in the corners of her vision, whether she's jacked in or not. It's sort of like the games she used to play, giant puzzles with changing rules.
She gets good at it, finds backdoors into other places and before she knows it, her bosses start asking her to do some jobs on the side.
knowledge borrowing they call it, research exchange. It's fucking corpo espianoage that's what, but he, it's exciting.
In 2061, Los Angeles is taken over by the PCC. Doesn't seem so hot and free after that. By now, Whisper is te name they go by. No one
she nowadays hangs out with actually knows where she's from and they like it that way. Crash 2.0 hits and LA doesn't seem so appealing
anymore. Whisper gets out and leaves for Seattle this time. Life has lost it's shine. Whisper gets lost within herself between the rest of
the bottom of humanity within the Redmond Barrens. Alcohol, Drugs, whatever she can find, even if she can't keep it down. Sucking poor
fuckers dry when they is completely nuts, forgetting about it the enxt hour. Blood smeared, wiskey in hand and a cigarette in their mouth.
That's where Trix found her, half OD'ed in the lounge of a hostel complex. What she was doing there, who the hell knows, but she picked
her up, put her over her shoulder and walked out of there. Trix gave her Michael to care for, some wierd as shit AI, batshit crazy that
dude. I mean, who wouldn't be if you don't even have a body, or never had.
Life looks a bit better now. It's not the sunshine it was before, but at least now she knows who she's killing, and she's not getting used by
anyone but herself, working against those fucking corpo drekheads. She still doesn't like anything targeting civilians, but some payback
would taste good.
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