MacKenzie
MacKenzie Bjôrn[edit]
Don't throw that out. It'll make good shrapnel.[edit]
Attributes 
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Physical 
|| Mental 
|| Social 
||
Trained Skills [edit]
Craft || Drive || Know / Current Events ||
Move || Sneak || Throw ||
Fix || Operate / Security Systems || Trick ||
Untrained Skills 
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Fight 
| Fly | Focus | Influence | Labor | Notice | Perform | Shoot | Survive | Treat
Distinctions/SFX 
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Mechanic - You can fix damned near anything, or you can use your skills to fuck shit up.
Hinder: Sometimes your distinction works against you. Gain 1 plot point when you roll a 
instead of a 
- Gremlin: Sometimes Fixing a thing means teaching it to do something it was never meant to do. When subverting the original purpose of a system or device, spend 1pp to roll your Trick die and add it to your total on any Craft, Fix, or Operate action.
Highlighted Skills: Craft | Fix | Know
Slip of a Girl - You're good at getting into and fitting into places and situations you maybe shouldn't.
- Hinder: Sometimes your distinction works against you. Gain 1 plot point when you roll a instead of a
- Ghost in the Machine: You are so good at blending in, it's scary. Spend 1pp to state a fact about a location or situation and why that helps you go unnoticed. Take it as a scene asset.
Highlighted Skills: Move | Sneak | Trick
Adrenaline Junkie - You ain't met an edge you didn't want to push.
- Hinder: Sometimes your distinction works against you. Gain 1 plot point when you roll a instead of a
Highlighted Skills: Drive | Operate | Throw
Signature Assets [edit]
Grenades. So Many Grenades Mac has a number of homemade IEDs on her person at any given time.
Mamas Little Helpers Mac has a team of micro-drones that can get into spaces she can't and act as extra sets of eyes or hands.
Background/Bio[edit]
To listen to her prata and peep her skryt, most folk tend to assume Mac is new city Mariehamn, born on the streets with gutterstain and plascrete in her DNA, but it's none of it true. She's old city pedigree with parents in academia and the privilege of old money and status.
She knows the expectations and etiquettes of proper society. She won't use them. But she knows them.
And while the streets and sea lanes toughened her and honed her skills, she knows full well it was the fallback of a respected, entrenched family that allowed her to indulge in the risky path she chose for herself.
She knows it has a price tag, and that it is coming due.
But for now, she does her job: builds things, fixes things - fucks things up when the stars align, and generally keeps her head down. When she can, she runs the tight edge just to feel something, anything, and tracks social platforms and reliable - and unreliable - media outlets to stay up with the times.
