Name: Roger Heroux
Nature:
Allegiance: ISRAn Hajj
Visual:
Strength 3;
Dexterity 3; Athletics 1, Drive 1, Firearms 2, Martial Arts
1, Melee 1,
Stamina 4; Endurance 1,
Perception 2; Awareness 1,
Intelligence 2; Engineering 2, Linguistics 1 (Portuguese, French),
Wits 4; Meditation 2, Rapport 1,
Appearance 2;
Manipulation 1;
Charisma 3; Savvy 1,
Willpower: 5
Psi: 7
Aptitude: Biokinesis
Basic Techniques: Biosense
Modes: Adaptation 1, Psychomorphing 3, Transmogrify 0,
Auxiliary Modes: None
Backgrounds: Device 4 (Orgotek Locust+), Citizenship 0
(Luna), Contacts 1 (Orgotek),
Resources 3, Followers 1
Weapons: Banji Thunder (Acc +5, Dmg 6d10L, RoF 2), Orgotek
Wasp 2 (Acc +3, Dmg 5d10L, RoF 2, FT 1/2), 4 Plasma Grenades (Dmg 7d10L)
Armor: Armor Vest (1/3, 0), Reinforced Clothing (0/2, 0)
Other Equipment: Orgotek Locust-C with Increased Handling +1
and both Formatted and Assimilated!
(VT: Hybrid, Tech: Bio, CS: Mach 2, TS: Mach 2.1, VS: 4, Handling: +5, Mass:
22, Tolerance: 3, Cost: 6+, Armor 4[5], Weapons: 2 Med Laser Cannon (Acc +4, Dmg
6d10[5]L), fwd Lt Coilgun (Acc +2, Dmg 5d10[10]L) and 4 Smart Missles (Acc +5, Dmg
10d10[15]L) SI linkage through ships sensors to biocomp allowing Roger to
remain linked with ship and even pilot it remotely!), Orgotek Tortoise Minicomp
w/Hare Agent
Roger and his parents Marie and Guy were fortunate enough to
be visiting a widowed uncle in Quebec City when the Esperanza crushed their
Parisian home flat. Distraught about
the fate of family and friends in Paris, his parents left Roger with Uncle Bertrand
while they returned. They were never
seen again.
Growing up with Uncle Bertrand was a far cry from his
orderly life with his parents. At first
life was good, his uncle ran an arcade after all! But as the French refugees began trickling in, none of them his
parents and each with a new horror story about the raiding, the gangs and the
collapse of authority and will, things grew steadily more bleak.
The economy of Quebec City was more and more stressed by the
refugees and the French ex-pats were often willing to do anything to escape the
horrors that they had left behind. And
so, with the help of a Brazilian silent partner, what was once an arcade for
childrens action / adventure holosims and virtch games slowly, room by room, became
a dreamer brothel. At first Bertrand
tried to keep this from Roger, to shield him from what he saw as a necessary
ugliness, but how could he hide the back rooms and their surly patrons from his
number one employee who had been half running the business for the last 2
years? Roger seemed to deal with this
as quietly as he had the loss of his home and friends and later his
family. He retreated into his games and
sims (after escorting the last patron and 'employee' outside firmly because he
had no interest in being mistaken for another employee!). Over the next few years, Roger took on more
and more of the business as his uncle withered into himself and his drink,
defeated by the loss of his wife, his brother, his heritage and his home,
having turned from a man who provides an alternative to drugs and drink and
gangs for the young to a man who pimps for the mob. It was like a grotesque nightmare that Bertrand could not awaken
from, only 5 years before his world had been perfect and now this!
It was during an argument between Bertrand and the
flat-faced woman who came to make sure the machines were being properly
maintained (and to collect her 'rent') that the woman noticed Roger cleaning up
and said, "How old are you? How'd
you like to make 50¥ running something across town for me?" With those words began Rogers initiation
into the mob. It only lasted a few
months, mostly package running and translation duties, since most of the
Brasilieros didn't speak much French, but Roger was present when a team of
Norça tore into the crime ring and killed most of them in the battle to secure
their money, drugs, equipment and turf.
Roger was testing out a new virtch game in the pod and blissfully
unaware of what was happening in the warehouse around him until something warm
and wet struck him and an instant later he was dragged from his hybrid sim.
The scene was a blur and the blood of another gangster was
soaking him, the hispanic man holding him aloft with one hand had his other
hand held aloft as some form of twisted claw dripping fresh blood and seemed
ready to bring it forward when he paused and shouted, "This one's latent,
keep him alive!" and the claws seemed to fold into a bloody fist which
suddenly rocketed foreward into his face twice. His next sight was of Brazil coming into view from the window of
the plane...
Over the next 2 years, the engineering skills picked up by
Roger working with the temperamental sims were challenged with all sorts of
things scrounged from all over the world, but never so much as with the
biofighter purchased from Orgotek. His years
of (virtual) piloting experience were nothing like the real thing or the formatted
biofighter experience. His fantasies of
thousands of hours of simulation have become fact and Roger now never leaves
the cockpit unless he has to.