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Wacker
Archetype: Ork
Snitch/Gossip
Not all snitches are
created equal and many have found that, as long as they maintain the right
candor, they not only become resources for runners, but are often
clandestinely protected by them. Because the world needs people like
Wacker. Well, ok, maybe not Wacker, because all he’s good for is knowing
when the hottest new sim and BTL smut is going to hit the streets, often
also knowing the sources for prerelease bootlegs of the features. It would
be nice to say that Wacker got his data through creative manipulation and
deft decking skills but, no. Wacker just spends and inordinate amount of
time in the…uh…’release booths’ and knows a particular one that allows you
to hear all of management’s conversations with the help of just a little
hearing amp. So, well, if your run happens to involve the acquisition of
porn, Wacker’s your guy. Just don’t shake his hand.
Shackles
Archetype: Human
Snitch/Gossip
A miscreant turned gang
member turned runner turned back to a gang member and then turned,
basically, into a nobody, Shackles knows a lot of people in prison and
during his daily, sometimes hourly, visits garners useful information
about who’s moving into prison and, more importantly, who is leaving. Many
a gang, group, corp or other entity may want to take care of some loose
ends as soon as a former ‘associate’ hits the streets. And Shackles earns
a lot of money from selling this knowledge, living in an upper class
apartment with heavy automated security. But aside from his big jobs,
Shackles also likes just hanging out at a bar and selling bits and pieces
of info at reduced prices, mainly because it’s the only way he can get
anybody to have drink with him.
Monkey Suit
Archetype: Troll
Snitch/Gossip/Decker
It’s not that Monkey
Suit is a spectacular decker, she is just a master at combing through
mountains of publicly available data to make startling accurate
predictions about shifts in the upper echelon of the corporate world. And
while he does have some more talented deckers on retainer to fill in the
gaps, the final ‘report’ that Monkey Suit delivers is a profile so
thorough, but purposely convoluted, that it’s hard to tell what’s deduced
and what’s stolen. Monkey Suit is a loner, tied into the matrix almost
24/7 and uses her earnings to pay her deckers extremely well, as well as
add another layer of titanium to the bunker she is building to survive
‘The Impending Corporate Apocalypse’, the signs of which she regularly
hunts for in her spare time, although nothing has added up quite yet.
Duck Foot
Archetype: Dwarf
Snitch/Gossip/Technomancer
Always seen with her
oversized coat concealing most of her face, Duck Foot was born with an
array of physical deformities that constantly require hospital stays to
correct the fast growing boils, gashes and spurs that continually attempt
to rip her body apart. Duck Foot earned her nickname from her flattened,
oversized feet and she normally tries to keep her hands concealed as they
suffer from a similar deformity. Her frequent trips soon became even more
painful as she began to hear voices, echoes and static when she was around
hospital personnel and equipment. After seeking advice from the matrix,
Duck Foot realized the possibility that she might be a Technomancer, which
is when things finally began to fall into place. Over time, Duck Foot
learned from a seasoned ‘mancer how to capture and categorize what she
‘heard’ from computers, commlinks, and virtually everything else that
wasn’t heavily encrypted. He also put her in touch with a secretive
network that deals almost exclusively with medical data. Duck Foot
contributes to this network, apparently unaware that the data is primarily
used to steal bodies or parts that match a client’s needs or desires.
Parrot
Archetype: Human
Snitch/Gossip/Crazy Person
That crazy guy sitting
in the park covered with pigeon shit and angrily droning on about how ‘the
feds are gonna knock in our brick bottoms to take the stuff’? That’s
Parrot. And everybody laughs and shoots him a few cred…and then 2 weeks
later a basement lab is raided by the feds who entered through a brick
wall from an adjacent building. So Parrot knows shit. Lots of shit. Just
hard to pick out what’s not shit from the shit. At some point in his
unknown past, Parrot was given sensory upgrades – ALL OF THEM. Long story
short, it caused him to lose what was once a rather complicated and
intelligent mind (and, maybe, secretly still is) and the corp responsible
simply dumped him on the street. Parrot doesn’t even stop talking in his
sleep, belting out rhymes, imagery and platitudes that must mean
something, and usually does in sometimes catastrophic retrospect. |
