Trog

Adept at being dead...

Description:
Body:
Agility:
Reaction:
Strength:
8
3
2(3)
10
Charisma:
Intuition:
Logic:
Willpower:
3
3
2
3
Edge:

Essence:
Magic:
2

6
6
Initiative:


Walk:
6


15m
IP:


Run:
2


35m
Powers Rating Filler Quality Effect
Improved Reflexes
Critical Strike
Improved Unarmed Combat
Killing Hands
Mystic Armor
1
6
3

2
Spammed
SINner
Vindictive
annoying and sometimes inconvenient mixups
Criminal SIN makes easier to track
WIL + CHA (2) to avoid searching for revenge
Influence group:
Con, Etiquette
Leadership
Negotiation
4 Pistols (Revolver):
Unarmed (Trog-Fu):
3(5)
6(8)
Intimidation (Interrogation): 3(5)
Language – English: N Engineering (Civil):
Security Procedures:
4(6)
3
Ares Macrotech (Seattle): 5(7)
Novatech Airware modified by K-Bunny (Resp 5 / Sys 5 / Fire 6 / Sig 3)
Analyse
Stealth
5
5
Browse 5 ECCM 5 Edit 5 Encrypt 5
Item Rating Item Rating Item Rating
Armored Jacket
(Fire, Chem, Cold, Elec & Thermal)
Actioneer Business Clothing
8/6
6
5/3
Helmet
Fake SIN (Bubba Jones)
Middle Lifestyle
+ 1/+ 2
4
Ear Buds (SSF3, AE3)
Goggles (VE3, FC, LL, Mag)
Monocle (SL)
2
5
1
Ranged Weapon DV AP Mode RC Short Med (-1) Long (-3) Ext (-6)
Ruger SuperWarhawk 6P -2 SS 0 0–5 6–20 21–40 41–60
four Quickloaders, 100 rnds EX ammo, 60 rounds Gel ammo, 100 rounds regular ammo
Melee Weapon DV AP Reach Filler Contact Connection Loyalty
Trog-Fu 11P 0 1 Troy Gallagher (Ares Exec)
Jimmy (Fixer)
6
3
6
1
Bio:

I weren’t always like dis chummer – it weren’t always dis way. I was borned into a good fambily, I gots a good education early and I was gonna be sombody- somebody big, special, ya know? No, it weren’t always dis way … Life was good. Had me a job, had me a girl, had friends in high places and me, I was on my way up t’see dem, see. But den I changed – er Changed, dat is, and suddenly my world was gone. Don’t nobody like ‘a trog’ shackin’ up with der little Tina. Don’t nobody like ‘ a trog’ doin’ da designin’ in da company. Oh we’s can has ‘a trog ’ but dey’s is labour, not management, sos outs I go. Sos I gets mad see. Da Change changed more than me looks, it changed me inside too, and it weren’t for the nice. Nooo, it weren’t for da nice, at all. Seems dey had dem a fire dere one night. Biiig one. No one hurt, but nothin’ left neither. And dere I was one smug, sumg trog just laffin an laffin and laffin. Sos dey takes me in and next thing I know, I’m off to da klink. 5 years fer nothin’ I didn’t burn der joint down, but deres I was laffin, sos dey took me. Which made me mad. Real mad. But I can’t complain cause it was in da klink dat I made a big discovery – dat I was magic, dat I could do tings. With nuthin ta do, I hit the gym hard and got ta be howz ya sees me now. I got mean too. Not mean like before, but MEAN, like it was a bad ting to get on da wrong side o’ me. Lots a guys had demselfs accidents and it weren’t long afore people started comin’ round lookin to see if what kinda accidents could happen to uders dat dey knew. And fer a price, accidents happened … and dey still do.

I don’t like it chummer but dat is da way it is. A ‘trog’s gotta eat and I’m a big’un, I needs a lot. So if dat is da way ‘a trog’ has gotta live, den dat is da way it will be.

I likes you chummer sos I’m a gonna tell yous somting dat I wouldn’t normly. A accident can happen to you an’ it can happen ta him over der, or even her by da bar, but you wanna know what? Dey can’t happen ta me. An’ ya wanna know why? I gots friends, dats why. Big friends, old friends, friends from waaaay back, back when I was someone else. See, I weren’t born walkin and talking dis way.

Nope, I was born Thurston Ryan Oliver Gallagher the 3rd. I come from a wealthy family with history and lineage. I was a third for dreks sake! But there are no changelings in my family. My parents disowned me; told the world that I had died. They even had a funeral for me. I have a grave and everything. I was cut off and sent off and that was that. But of course it wasn’t. My brother and I were close, not twins, but really, really close and because he was older, he always looked out for me and he still does. He cannot change what happened to me, but he does what he can to make sure that nothing more does. And he is in a position to do so too. Got himself a job with Ares’ security division, Knight Errant. He’s a big wig corp exec now, funny enough, in charge of clandestine operations. Funny eh, he a high level Johnson and I the gutter slime that they make such frequent use of. Sends a lot of work my way and keeps an ear to the ground for when people are out to get the runners who did such and such a thing.

Oh, you noticed that my accent has slipped. Well, that happens when I talk about my past. It all comes back to haunt me. Before long though, I will look and sound just like ‘a trog’ that everyone sees. I’ll give’em ‘a trog’ til dey choke on it! Why does it make boil my blood to be called ‘a trog’, when I am clearly one? Used to be people teased me about my name, used to call me ‘a trog’ and it wasn’t funny, but everyone laughed. Since the change, when I get called ‘a trog’ it reminds me of how it was, and of what can’t ever be again and it burns. It burns like the blackest ice and the most virulent acid. Sometimes it burns so hot, it gets out of control and I snap. Then these hands, these killin’ hands, they take on a life of their own. I warned ya chummer, don’t say I didn’t if something happens. So what are you supposed to call me? Call me Trog, that’s my name. Trog, not ‘a trog’, see the difference? You’d better. You’ve been warned and that’s more than most get. But I like you, I think that we are going to be friends and do great and terrible deeds here. So drink up, the next round is on you.

Trog

Geek the Mage First DSMfive Carlotoole