Mazula Hendricks

Description:

Human

Body:
Agility:
Reaction:
Strength:
5
6(8)
5(7)
3(5)
Charisma:
Intuition:
Logic:
Willpower:
1(3)
4
1
3
Edge:

Essence:
Magic:
6

1.4
0
Initiative:


Walk:
11


10m
IP:


Run:
3


25m
Cyberware Rating Filler Quality Effect
Cybereyes (SL, Therm, LL, VE2, FC)
Wire Reflexes
Muscle Augmentation
Muscle Toner
Tailored Pheromones
4
2
2
2
2
High Pain Tolerance
Quick Healer
Enemy 2
Vindictive
Thrill Seeker
Records on File
Ignore first 3 points of damage when calculating wound mods
+2 Dice on all healing tests
Lone Star (until they come to their senses)
WIL + CHA (2) to not seek revenge
WIL + CHA (2) to not do something stupid
Lone Star has bonus to identify and track
Outdoors group:
Navigation
Survival
Tracking
1 Automatics (Assault Rifle):
Pistols (Revolver):
Heavy Weapons (Asslt Cann):
Bladed (Knife):
6(8)
6(8)
1(3)
1(3)
Unarmed (Mazula-Fu):
Dodge (Melee):
First Aid (Combat Wounds):
Perception (Visual):
1(3)
1(3)
1(3)
1(3)
Parachute:
Climbing:
Swimming:
1
1
1
Pilot (Mil Vehicles):
Etiquette (Chicks):
Running:
2(4)
1(3)
3
Shadowing (Tailing):
Con:
1(3)
1
Language – English:
Navaho:
N
3
Street Knowledge:
Lone Star Procedures:
4
3
Military:
Security Companies:
3
2
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
(Chem, Fire, Cold, Elec)
8/6
6
Actioneer Business Clothing
Ballistic Shield
DocWagon Basic
5/3
+ 6/+ 4
Fake SIN (Mazula)
Fake Lic (6)
Fake SIN (Colston)
Middle Lifestyle
4
4
4
Ranged Weapon DV AP Mode RC Short Med (-1) Long (-3) Ext (-6)
Ruger SuperWarhawks (3) 6P -2 SS 0 0–5 6–20 21–40 41–60
67 rounds regular ammo, 100 rounds gel ammo, Speed Loader
FN HAR 6P -1 SA/BF/FA 2 0–50 51–150 151–350 351–550
170 rounds regular ammo, 2 spare clips, Laser sight
Ares Alpha 6P -1 SA/BF/FA 2 0–50 51–150 151–350 351–550
250 rounds regular ammo, 89 rounds APDS ammo, 100 rounds gel ammo, 2 spare clips, Smartlink
Ares Alpha Grenade Launcher Grenade 0 SS 0 *5–50 51–100 101–150 151–500
High Exp x4 (10P, -2 AP, -2 DV/m), Smoke x8 (10 m radius), Themal Smoke x2 (10m radius)
Melee Weapon DV AP Reach Filler Contact Connection Loyalty
Mazula-Fu
Survival Knife
3S
4P
0
-1
0
0
Dwayne (Lone Star cop)
Jimmy (Fixer)
Cross-eyed Louie (mobster)
3
3
3
4
1
3
Vehicle Handling Accel Speed Pilot Body Armor Sensor
Yamaha Growler + 1 15/40 150 1 6 6 1
Suzuki Mirage + 2 20/50 200 1 6 4 1
Bio:

I was a soldier when I was younger. Not that I’m old now but you grow up fast these days. When I was a kid, we used to travel around searching for work. Mom gave up, she was tired. Tired of moving, following Dad’s failed dreams. She left Dad and took me to hell. Well that’s what I thought then, but now I know better. I’ve seen worse. It didn’t take long for her to die like most of the other junkie whores on the street.

I supposed I should have died as well. I got good at ignoring the pain and I had lots of practice. Street gangs are a tough place to grow up. I may not have been the toughest but I made up for that in determination and reflexes… especially after I stole my first gun.

Eventually these skills landed me in a corporate military unit. Like I said, like on the streets was rough but not compared to life in a war zone. I’ve walked through fields of bones, the flesh having been burned clear off. I’ve killed countless men and women (maybe even children). Bullets don’t avoid the innocent. I’ve held my intestines in my body with one hand while firing a pistol in the other just to keep the enemy ducked down behind cover while waiting for a med-chopper.

Probably the worst is waiting while the medics check the wounds on your injured friends, doing a cost analysis to decide which ones are worth saving. They made the wrong decision one too many times and I analyzed they weren’t worth saving. Hindsight being 20/20, I probably should have kept the pilot alive, it was a long walk back to civilization.

Luckily the world is a big place and there is always someone in need of a gun for hire. When working the beat at least you can go home for a beer at the end of the day. I’ve been working with Dwayne for a few years now trying to keep Seattle safe, some safer than others I suppose. Making sure I pocket a bit more than my pay, you need to get by after all.

Dwayne is a wiry man with his buzzed cut blonde hair. He is quick witted and smart. I protect his back on the streets and he protects mine in the office.

A few months ago, we’d been trying to track down a cybered up psycho who shot up a few people in an apartment in a poorer neighborhood of town. We might not have spent much time on it except Cross-Eyed Louie called me to tell me one of Tony “The Chef” Gianelli’s men had been killed. The Chef was one of the heavy hitters in town and Cross-Eyed Louie was one of his lieutenants. Louie had been passing the occasional tip my way and favors aren’t a one way street. Louie told me, one of the Angel’s old muscle (Kareem) might have been responsible for the deaths. He recommended we pay Jimmy the Card a visit because Jimmy might be providing jobs for Kareem.

I’d never met Jimmy but I knew the area where Louie directed me. Dwayne and I got buzzed in the condo and went up to the 31st floor the door was half open already. We slipped inside and saw a large man wearing body armor pointing an assault rifle into the bedroom. The armed man hadn’t seen us yet, three shots kicked their way out of my Ruger. All to the back of the head, two of them before he even started falling.

I rolled into the door with my Ruger trained on the guy in the bed and I said “Moving would be a bad idea.”
“Shit Mazula, pausing to analyze the situation sometimes is a good idea”, complained Dwayne as he flipped over the dead guy’s body.

I mean I’m wrong my fair share of the time but this time I thought I saw a resemblance to the image Cross-Eyed Louie sent me. Something in the bed moved and a bullet flew out of my other Ruger passing an inch or so away from the neck of the babe next to Jimmy. I hadn’t noticed the chick because she’d been mostly covered up. Smokin’ hot, damn I must be getting old.

“Compensation for something, big boy?”, she said.
“Mazula thinks you’re provocatively tantalizing. Hey Dwayne, she’s hot!”. Always memorize one compliment for the chicks each morning just in case.

Mazula Hendricks

Geek the Mage First DSMfive Mazula