Isamu Dyson

PERSONAL DATA

"I had a life...a good life. I had friends, a great job, a future."

NAME/PRIMARY ALIAS: Isamu Dyson aka Marcus Bowman
Alias: Marcus Bowman (Fake)
Metatype: Elf
Ethnicity: English American
Age: 28
Sex: Male
Height: 177.8 cm/5' 11"
Weight: 79.4 kg/15 lbs
Place Of Origin: United Canadian and American States, Milwaukee
Current Residence: Salish-Shidhe, Seattle

BACKSTORY

At 9 years old, Isamu Dyson was perceived as an... odd child. He was always more fascinated with machinery and technology than the typical social engagement. There were times when his mother would find him sitting on the floor of the kitchen "listening to the dishwasher talk". His parent's just played it off as a child's overactive imagination, though it made them a bit worrisome that something was seriously wrong. By age 11, Isamu discovered he could turn various household items on or off, even set off car alarms while the vehicle is inside the garage. His parents were made aware of his abilities during a rather brave and mischievous phase, which was abruptly cut short. As his mother was leaving to go get groceries, Isamu would erratically lock the brakes on the car, lurching her back and forth in her seat. As Isamu rolled around on the lawn in uncontrollable laughter, his mother frantically ushered him inside. There was a brief moment of denial between his parents, but the evidence was just too obvious.

Their son, was a Technomancer.

They knew his life was in danger, despite being the only ones who were aware of his abilities. Rather than evicting him to the sprawls, they decided to figure out how to keep his powers hidden, as best as they could. Isamu respected his parent's wishes, and was able to keep himself in check outside the home. This life held up well into high school, as his parents always made sure there was an outlet for him to explore his abilities. His father, a phenomenal rigger who worked for the UCAS National Guard in the Chicago area, would bring home damaged microdrones once in a while for Isamu to mess around with. It's expected that some drones will go missing, become damaged from operator error, end up destroyed by debris crushing them, or drawing the fire of the various roaming gangs as the military tried to keep them inside The Wall.

Shortly after Isamu's graduation from high school, his father received a call from his superior officer. There was a breach in The Wall, and they were having a bit of trouble locking it down. After saying his good byes to his family, and their wishing for his safe return, he left. Usually, incidents like this were fairly easy to get a handle on, but when he didn't call after 4 hours, something was wrong.

The phone rings.

They told Isamu's mother(with as little detail as possible)that, while the situation was under control, the position her husband's team was deployed at was overrun. There were no survivors. The news broke her. She began using BTL's to cope. Her addiction escalated to the point that she didn't even make it to the funeral. Isamu went alone. When he got home, he found her lying in a hallway unconscious, unresponsive, and not breathing. Isamu immediately jumped into the matrix and flagged EMS for immediate dispatch. While the crash team responded in short order, it was too late. She was gone. It rained pretty heavily during her funeral. The white noise generated from the spattering of falling rain drowned out the sermon, leaving him only his thoughts to dwell on. His mind fixed on the events of the last 7 days. "Where do I go? What do I do?".

His parents had already paid his tuition to go to college at UW Madison. So, rather than letting his parent's hard work go to waste, he decided that make good their hopes for him and fulfill his obligation. His dream, was to make "the greatest drones ever!" for his father ever since he was little. Fondly remembering his father's amused smile as he handed him a shoddily reconstructed minidrone with a jurryrigged servo that squealed uncontrollably, exclaiming "Here dad, I fixed this for you! He will help you at work to fight bad guys!". Now, Isamu wanted to share that fruits of the dream. With his will strengthened, and focus and determination unshakeable, he breezed through his terms without fault.

Isamu was having job offers thrown at him left and right from every AA corporation under the sun (in the general Great lakes region). He jumped on the opportunity to work for a subsidiary of NeoNet called DataDyne. Local, familiar, great salary, and all the jelly doughnuts you can eat on Fridays between 7:00am and 7:15am (get there early). Isamu could clearly see this place was in dire need of some help in his department. Their organization was questionable, their methods were a bit sloppy, and their design choices were outdated and questionable. Their current lead of the engineering team was a human by the name of Samuel Tsung. His personality emanated "backstabbing slimeball", and Isamu immediately didn't trust him. By the end of his first quarter with DataDyne, he had drawn the eye of his superiors with his bold, sleek, and efficient designs. Tsung didn't take to kindly to hearing their CEO saying "You keep this level of work flowing Dyson, you may find yourself running this department. Hahahahaha!", and he was determined to keep Isamu from jumping ahead of him. But how?

Isamu was enjoying his life. He would show up to work smiling, and go home the same way. He knew his parents would be proud beyond measure at his accomplishments. He lived and breathed his work. If he wasn't designing at work, he was designing at home, diving into the matrix, searching for new composite materials, components, and weapons to mount. Today, however, would change his life forever. He was to present a new aeronautic drone using a lift system that was practically silent, emitted a low heat signature, and was more difficult to spot on the matrix by unauthorized programs. It was a product that would've pushed DataDyne and NeoNet to the top of the pack.

Isamu stood before his board of directors, confident, ready. Just as he was presenting a rundown on the technical specs, he noticed something wasn't right about the pictures being displayed. There were marks in the lower right corner that weren't present yesterday. Just then, Tsung barged in, with the biggest shit-eating grin on his face, bringing the presentation to a grinding halt.

"Attention, everyone!" Tsung bellowed. "I do believe we have a thief in our midst."

Isamu was slack-jawed, stunned speechless. "What on Earth is this idiot on about?" he wondered.

"As you can see gentlemen, these technical specifications and related images were STOLEN from MY design portfolio this morning, as they still bear my digital watermark in the corner, here." Tsung said as he gestured towards the floating images.

"WHAT?!" Isamu growled. "What are you talking about!?"

"You thought you could get away with it, didn't you, Dyson?" Tsung sneered. If Isamu's personal space was a country, then Tsung was launching a full-scale invasion of it. "How long have you been pilfering my ideas, huh?"

"How did you do this?" Isamu asked, confused. Tsung, smiled accordingly. "I had a level 6 encryption and a firewall the likes of which this place has never seen befo-". The stunning realization stops Isamu mid-sentence. "No way. You're... a Techn-".

"A TECHNOMANCER!" Tsung interrupts, pointing at Isamu. "There's no telling what else he may have stolen from us, or what secrets he knows!"

The entire boardroom erupts into a chorus of frenzied shouting. A few of the old suits fumblied for their heart medications. Tsung simply folds his arms and smiles. Alec Travellian, the senior board member in this chapter, repeatedly mashes his finger on the security alarm button.

"I need a security detail at the conference room immediately!"

"You.. you SONUVA BITCH!" Isamu screamed as he lunged for Tsung. He was stopped by security personnel, inches from Tsung's throat.

"Tsung," Travellian continued. "Have Dyson put in a holding cell. A Technomancer brain is a nearly priceless commodity. I can't allow a treasure such as that to roam the streets for someone else to find. And make sure he is stripped of all his assets. His money, his home, his car, everything. And make sure he is relieved of any communication devices."

"Understood sir." Tsung replied.

As Isamu was dragged out of the room by security forces, the image of Tsung standing smugly triumphant was seared into Isamu's brain.

ATTRIBUTES

Attribute --- Rank - Max - Current
Body --------- [ 3 ] --- [ 6 ] --- [ 3 ]
Agility ------- [ 3 ] --- [ 7 ] --- [ 3 ]
Reaction --- [ 4 ] --- [ 6 ] --- [ 4 ]
Strength ---- [ 2 ] --- [ 6 ] --- [ 2 ]
Willpower - [ 4 ] --- [ 6 ] --- [ 4 ]
Logic -------- [ 5 ] --- [ 6 ] --- [ 5 ]
Intuition ---- [ 6 ] --- [ 6 ] --- [ 6 ]
Charisma --- [ 4 ] --- [ 8 ] --- [ 4 ]

SPECIAL ATTRIBUTES

Type - Rank/Max
Edge - 1/6
Essence - 6/6
Resonance - 6/6
Racial Bonus - Low-Light Vision
Composure - 8
Judge Intentions - 10
Memory - 9
Lift/Carry - 30/20
Movement - Walk: 6 / Run: 12

CONDITION MONITOR

Physical Damage Track
[_] [_] [-1] [_] [_] [-2] [_] [_] [-3] [_]

Stun Damage Track
[_] [_] [-1] [_] [_] [-2] [_] [_] [-3] [_]

Overflow - 3

LIVING PERSONA

Matrix Attribute - Rating
Device Rating - 6
Attack - 4
Sleaze - 6
Data Processing - 5
Firewall - 4

LIMITS

Type - Rank/Max
Physical - 4/4
Mental - 7/7
Social - 6/6

INITIATIVE

Type - Bonus+Dice
Physical - 10+d6
Astral - 12+2d6
Matrix AR - 10+d6
ColdSim - 11+3d6
HotSim - 11+4d6
Rigging AR - 10+d6

RESONANCE LIBRARY

Complex Form - Target - Duration - Fading Value
Editor - File - Permanent - Level+2
Puppeteer - Device - Immediate - Level+4
Stitches - Sprite - Permanent - Level-2
Infusion (Sleaze) - Device - Sustained - Level+1
Infusion (Data Processing) - Device - Sustained - Level+1
Infusion (Firewall) - Device - Sustained - Level+1

RESONANCE SKILLS

Name - Rating
Compiling - 5
Decompiling - 5
Registering - 5

REGISTERED SPRITES

Machine Sprite - Level - 6, Tasks - 3
Attack - 7, Sleaze - 6, DP - 9, Firewall - 8, Initiative - 15, INI Dice - 4d6, Resonance - 6

QUALITIES

Type - Name - (Rating) - Effect

Positive - Focused Concentration (5): Negates the negative effects of one complex form equal to this rating.

Positive - Juryrigger - (1): +2 dice pool modifier to Mechanical Tests when Juryrigging gear.

Positive - Gearhead - (1): Increases vehicle or Drone speed by 20% or grants +1 to Handling. Grants +2 dice pool modifier to difficult maneuvers/stunts for 1d6 minutes. Can opt for another 1d6 time bonus at 1 vehicle stress damage after the first bonus time ends.

Negative - Bad Rep - (1): +3 points of notoriety.
"Hell, even SAYING the word 'Technomancer' can make an people uneasy. Now, imagine someone saying that while your giving a presentation in front of the board of directors."

Negative - Prejudiced - (3/0): Biased against Samuel Tsung and anyone, or thing he is involved with.
"pfft.. TSUNG... he's a bastard coated bastard with bastard filling."

Negative - Corporate Limited SIN
"I was good at my job. Damn good. I started gaining the attention of the higer-ups, and soon I found myself designing Drones from the ground up. Some people weren't too keen on my sudden popularity, given how green I was. I heard the grumblings. Ok, I snooped around a few inboxes too. But I didn't take it personal. Tsung, however, did. Apparently, I took what he thought was rightfully his. So he swiped my new designs, and outed me in front of some of the most important people in the corporation. You ever been led out of a building at gunpoint?"

SKILLS

Name - Rank
Pistols - 1
Gunnery - 1
Pilot (Aircraft) - 2
Pilot (Walker) - 1
Pilot (Ground) - 1
Aeronautics Mechanic - 1
Computer - 2
Software - 1
Hardware - 2
Hacking - 3
Cybercombat - 1
Electronic Warfare - 1
Perception - 1

KNOWLEDGE & LANGUAGES

KNOWLEDGE
Name - Type - Rank
Corporations - Professional - 1
Corporate Security - Professional - 2
Drone Engineering - Professional - 6
Integrated Weapons Systems - Professional - 1
Architectural Design - Academic - 1
Mr Johnson's - Street - 2
Local Medical Facilities - Street - 1
Local Fixers - Street - 1
Local Fencers - Street - 1
Local Safe Houses - Street - 1

LANGUAGES
Type - Rank
English - Native
Binary - 1

IDs/LIFESTYLES/CURRENCY

Primary Lifestyle: Middle $5,000
Additional Lifestyle Costs: Special Work Area ($1,000), Hard To Find ($500)
Shared Lifestyle: $2,300
Nuyen: $141,600
SIN: Corporate Limited - Isamu Dyson
Fake SIN: Marcus Bowman [Rating 4]
Fake License: Marcus Bowman [Rating 4]
DocWagon: Basic Contract
Facility
Notoriety - 3

Remaining Nuyen on hand: $6,335

CONTACTS

Name - Connection/Loyalty
Fence - 1/1
Mr Johnson 3/4

WEAPONS & ARMOR

RANGED
NAME - ACC - DMG - AP - MODE - RC - AMMO - AVAIL - COST
Ares Predator V (primary) - 5(7) - 8P - -1 - SA - * - 15(c) - 5R - $725
Ares Light Fire 70 - 7 - 6P - * - SA - * - 16(c) - 3R - $200
Parashield Dart Pistol - 5 - as Drug/Toxin - * - SA - * - 5(c) - 4R -(x2)$1,200
Parashield Dart Rifle - 6 - as Drug/toxin - * - SA - * - 6(m) - 6R - $1,200

MELEE
Weapon - ACC - REACH - DMG - AP - AVAIL - COST
Katana - 7 - 1 - (STR+3)P - -3 - 9R - $1,000

ARMOR
NAME - RATING - CAP - AVAIL - COST
Lined Coat - 9 - 9 - 4 - $$900

ARMOR MOD - MOD RATING - AVAIL - MOD COST
Thermal Dampening - 2 - 10R - $1,000
Nonconductivity - 3 - 6 - $750
Chemical Protection - 2 - 6 - $500
Fire Resistance - 2 - 6 - $500

AMMO
Standard Rounds (x100) - $200
Injection Darts (x20) - $150

GEAR

Goggles (Cap/6) ($300)
Vision Enhancements -
Flare compensation (Cap/1) ($250)
Vision Enhancement (Cap/3) ($3,000)
Vision Magnification (Cap/1) ($250)
Thermographic Vision (Cap/1) ($500)
Micro Flare Launcher ($175)
Flares (x3) ($75)
CS/Tear Gas (x10) ($200)
Narcoject (x4) ($200)
Nausea Gas (x4) ($100)
Pepper Punch (x10) ($50)
Gas Mask ($200)
Replacement Air Supply Cannister (x5) ($200)
Chemsuit (6) ($1,300)
Miniwelder ($250)
Miniwelder Fuel Canister ($80)
Survival Kit ($200)
Repair Kit ($500)
Biomonitor ($300)
Disposable Syringe (x10) ($100)
Medkit (x4) (R4) ($4,000)
Trauma Patch (x2) ($1,000)
Doc Wagon Contract ($5,000)
Spare Clip (x10) ($50)
Concealable Holster ($150)
Hidden Arm Slide ($350)
Erika Elite Commlink ($2,500)
RFID Tags (x50) ($50)
Data Chips (x20) ($100)
Security Tags (x20) ($100)
Stealth Tags (x20) ($200)
Bug Scanner (6) ($600)
Data Tap ($300)
White Noise Generator (6) ($300)
Gold Credstick (x2) ($200)
Fake SIN (4) ($10,000)
Fake License (4) ($800)

VEHICLES

Suzuki Mirage ($8,500)

DRONES

Lockheed Optic-X2 ($21,000)
MCT Fly-Spy (x2) ($4,000)
MCT-Nissan Roto-Drone ($5,000)
Shiawase Kanmushi (x2) ($2,000)

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