Dmitri Borzakov

One juiced up shooter. may not shoot straight, but will shoot first!

Description:
Human
Body:
Agility:
Reaction:
Strength:
5
3(5)
3(7)
2
Charisma:
Intuition:
Logic:
Willpower:
1
5
3
4
Edge:

Essence:
Magic:
4

0.35
0
Initiative:


Walk:
12


10m
IP:


Run:
3


25m
Cyberware Rating Quality Effect
Cybereyes (SL/T/LL/VE3/FC/PC)
Cyberears (Enh2/BA/Damp)
Wire Reflexes
Reaction Enhancers
Muscle Toner
Adrenaline Pump
Platelet Factories
Enhanced Articulation
Reflex Recorder (Automatics)
4
3
2
2
2
2


Magic Resist 4
Adrenaline Surge
Addiction
In Debt
Hung Out to Dry
Windictive
+ 4 dice to spell resistance (even good)
Act first in new combat
Mild: Russian vodka
Owes Vory 30,000¥ (+10% per month)
No-one will talk to character
Athletics Group:
Climb, Swim
Gymnastics
Running
3 Automatics (Machine Pistol):
Electronic Warfare (Jamming):
Hardware (Sensors):
Demolitions:
6(8)
3(5)
3(5)
3
Perception:
Infiltration:
Locksmithing:
Forgery:
3
3
3
3
Language – Russian:
English (Speak):
N
3(5)
Cop Trids:
Vory:
Security Systems:
3
4
6
Sci-fi films:
Black Markets:
Crook Hangouts:
3
4
3
Novatech Airware (Resp 5 / Sys 4 / Fire 3 / Sig 5)
Item Rating Item Rating Item Rating
Camoflage Suit
(Therm, Fire, Cold, Elec)
Helmet
Fake SIN (Boris)
Fake License
Microtransceiver (pen)
Laser Microphone
Radio Signal Scanner
8/6
6
+1 / +2
4
4
4
6
6
Autopicker
Keycard Copier
Maglock Passkey
Sequencer
Jammer, directional
Jammer, area
White noise generator
Cellular Glove Moulder
6
6
4
4
5
4
6
3
Wirecutters
Tag eraser
Glass cutter
Gecko-tape gloves
Electronics kit
Squatter lifestyle





Ranged Weapon DV AP Mode RC Short Med (-1) Long (-3) Ext (-6)
Ceska Black Scorpion 4P 0 SA/BF 4 0–5 6–15 16–30 31–50
100 gel rounds, 250 EX explosive rounds, 10 spare clips, gas-vent 3, internal smartlink
Melee Weapon DV AP Reach Filler Contact Connection Loyalty
Unarmed 1S 0 0
Vehicle Handling Accel Speed Pilot Body Armor Sensor
Dodge Scoot + 1 10/15 60 1 4 2 1

Bio:

I was born in Russian, in Minsk, and the family ‘emigrated’ to Seattle with the ‘help’ Russian Vory (mob). My family wasn’t rich or powerful or even that smart, but they were hard workers and more importantly, they were thankful and loyal – perhaps too much so. My father Boris was a mechanic and worked hard modifying the mob car to better enable smuggling and other illegal activities. I never took to the trade and instead joined the gang when I was 13. Quickly growing bored with gang life, at 20 I joined one of the merc bands going off to the Middle East to fight in one of the innumerable wars and border clashes. The band I joined, the Blazing Pistols, was very successful and very lucky and I managed to hold on to enough nuyen to afford a lot of augmentation.

Having fought for 3 years with the merc team, I returned home when I heard my dad was sick – Dad died before I got back to Seattle. When I got home, I discovered that my mom had sold my dad’s business to an old friend of mine, Tony.
Tony and I met on the streets when we were 7. I was getting pounded by some of the local youths because of the funny way I talked when Tony appeared and pounded the local youths for the funny way they tried to stop him; even little trolls are big problems. Tony brought the semi-conscious and bleeding me home and from then on, just sort of hung out. Tony discovered that he had a good feel for mechanics and it wasn’t long before he was helping dad around the shop, even doing some of the more serious work, although never anything to do with dad’s “special” customers.

After the business changed hands, the Vory, Russian mob, lost interest. Tony was not connected and had no intention of connecting in that way to them – Italians maybe, but never Russians. I hooked up again with the Vory for lack of anything better to do. The skills and equipment I acquired in the wars made me a very useful person to have access to and I started to live high on the hog. Fancy cars, fast women, cheap BLT, -life was good. I kept up my friendship with Tony of course, but Tony was always telling me that the life would catch-up with me and that I’d be sorry and that I was NOT as smart as I thinks I am. F flush with more cash than Tony would ever see, I ignored the advice.

The fall, when it came, was hard and abrupt. Jealous of my success, someone in the organization took some serious steps to have me removed. It started innocent enough, one of the shipments that I was to guard disappeared. Not a huge deal, but it make me look bad and got people talking. Some pics appeared that looked kinda like me selling the missing stuff – not proof but damning nonetheless. The next thing that happened was that someone I was supposed to protect got killed. Stuff happens no biggie, but again, I looked bad. Then some 20,000 Nuyen appeared in my account. Not recognizing the setup for what it was, I spend the 20,000 on some flash new hardware – super cool urban camo armour with all the bells and whistles an internal air tank and the ultimate – a reflex recorder to make my shot even better. But then lots a people start talking about missing cash and then some wise guy shows how it went to my account and that now it’s gone. This looks bad and i start to try to talk my way out but it’s too late. Golden boy no longer, I gotta prove that I didn’t steal the nuyen. I wasn’t successful. So, I’m given this ultimatum – return the cash, plus interest and all is forgiven, no hard feeling or there will be very hard feelings. One stipulation also, cause someone doesn’t like me – i gotta do it on my own. All of my contacts are gone – dried up, burnt. No one in the organization or connected to the organization is to talk to me or aid in any way.

Dmitri Borzakov

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