Blackjack's People #043
Disciples
By Blackjack [Blackjack's Shadowrun Page: www.BlackjackSR.com] [BlackjackSRx@gmail.com] [@BlackjackSRx]

Posted: 1997-10-13

Hannahan God

Archetype: Ork Gang Leader

God's gang started as a fluke. This pathetic man become involved in a street fight during which he landed a single hard, and extremely lucky, punch in such a place that it decapitated his frail opponent. A few of the on lookers who were members of the fallen opponent's gang wanted to join up with God immediately, mesmerized by a false sense of power in their leader. The truth is, God can't fight worth a damn. And he never does. He explains it as a desire to "spare the world from his unending power." In addition to being an all around asshole, God and his gang run a small BTL operation, dealing in a custom chip which is not only highly addictive but also convinces many of its users that God is truly one of the greatest people ever to walk the earth.

Miken

Archetype: Ork Gang Member

Miken is God's most devoted follower. Visually he is less than impressive, five foot six and extremely overweight. Once a sumo wrestler, he has made many attempts to apply his skills in this area to regular street fighting and has been mildly successful on targets that make the mistake of getting too close. He once killed an opponent merely my suffocating him in his chest flab. Miken also deals BTLs, usually on low-life inhabited street corners in the bad parts of town.

Soapy

Archetype: Elven Gang Member

Staying consistent with the gang image, Soapy isn't much of an elf. He is rather ugly, short, bald, and skinny as a twig. His personality isn't much more attractive and he's jumpy, annoying, and talks too fast, not that he ever says anything important anyway. Soapy is mainly a courier, running BTLs to any number of the low life individuals who deal for the gang. He is skilled with his heavy pistol, however, though the recoil tends to knock his frail body across the room when he fires it.

I Write The Songs

Archetype: Human Gang Member

I Write The Songs is almost completely useless and God keeps him around because he likes his music. Songs is a hippie; long hair, scraggly goatee, a quarter of synthetic weed in his pocket at all times. He is so burnt that he sometimes can't remember his own name, let alone where he is, or how to play his guitar which is always way out of tune. Occasionally when he is hard up on cash he'll push a BTL or two to help make ends meet.