Eel

I have a character concept in mind, but I wanted to run it by everyone to see if it's something that would fit in with the tone, themes, and play style of the setting. The character's handle is Eel. Eel runs missions on behalf of the evil corps who'll hire him, like any runner, but he steers towards taking missions against other evil corps. It's best when the targets have it coming, instead of hassling the weak. But unlike most runners, he doesn't spend the mission proceeds on himself.

See, there's allegedly this place-- nobody knows where it is, or if they do, they don't say-- called "Shady Oaks". Probably a tiny community of refugees hidden in some godforsaken wasteland where no one ever goes. Far from the cities. Probably underground, and shielded, so satellites can't find it. And it's a place where people are-- well, sane? Where they vote amongst themselves on what to do, and they're not violent to each other, and there's no buying or selling or profit-taking. Democracy, socialism, all that jazz.

Now a place like that couldn't get along all by itself, if it even existed. They might be self-sufficient for a lot of needs, but they'd still require a few things from outside-- rare foodstuffs, medicines, complex machine parts, etc. They'd need someone on the outside, making money to buy all their inflows, and with the connections to smuggle it to 'em. They'd need a Sponsor. Like Eel-- if such a thing existed. Which it don't, of course.

But Eel still does something with all his money, and it ain't spent on himself, so who knows? He lives rough, hiding somewhere deep in the city where he says it's hard to track him, and there's no rent to pay. Maybe even underwater, like a fish! Haw, that'd be funny, wouldn't it? Cause his name is Eel, get it? But naw, you'd probably need special 'ware or underwater gear to do something like that. No way.

Nah, they probably just call him Eel 'cause if he gets a hold of you, you're gonna get shocked real good. REAL good. And if you're lucky, you'll even wake up the next day, and tell everybody about how ol' Eel put the squeeze on you, then slithered back wherever he came from.

Poor Eel. 'Cause if'n there even was such a thing as "Shady Oaks", he won't ever see it. People like him, they don't get to retire off to some never-neverland. No, he'll live and die right here in New Barcelona, just like the rest of us.

Welcome to Paradise, chum.