Sam Wolfe

A large elf, formerly muscled but now mostly gone to fat.

Description:

Elf
Wolf Shaman – Initiate Level 2

Body:
Agility:
Reaction:
Strength:
4
2
5
1
Charisma:
Intuition:
Logic:
Willpower:
7
5
2
5
Edge:

Essence:
Magic:
1

6
5
Initiative:

Astral:
Walk:
10

10
10m
IP:

IP:
Run:
1

3
25m
Spells Drain Filler Quality Effect
Stunbolt
Stunball
Powerbolt
Control Thoughts
Heal
Increased Reflexes
Improved Invisibility
Shapechange
- 1
+ 1
+ 1
+ 2
(DV)-2
+ 2
+ 1
+ 2
Magician
Mentor Spirit
Bad Luck
SINner
Enemy

Wolf (+2 combat, +2 beast, WIL + CHA (3) to retreat)
1 in 6 for Edge to backfire
Trackable former life
10 BP enemy
Influence group:
Con, Etiquette
Leadership
Negotiation
2 Conjuration group:
Banishing
Binding
Summoning
2 Spellcasting (Manipulation):
Counterspelling:
Astral Combat (Spirits):
Assensing:
6(8)
4
2(4)
1
Language – English: N Spirits:
Magical Threats:
Elven Society:
4
4
3
Spell Design:
Magical Background:
Seattle Street Gangs:
4
3
3
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
Sustaining Focus (Health)
8/6
3
Actioneer Business Clothing
Power Focus
5/3
2
Fake SIN (Brock Samson)
Low Lifestyle
6
Melee Weapon DV AP Reach Filler Contact Connection Loyalty
Unarmed 1S 0 0 Georgia Leveau (Talismonger)
Jimmy (Fixer)
3
3
2
1
Bio:

That’s right, I’m am elf, have been all my life. Got that easy elven smile and natural charisma that makes even simstars green with envy. And that natural charm will be working on negotiating us the most nuyen for each job.

When the time for talking ends, your looking at one of the best bloodiest shamans in the biz. Whether you need enemies knocked out, bullet wounds healed, the magic to sneak a Troll past a guard, or the ability to react faster than the most chromed cyberzombie, I’m the elf to get the job done.

Now I running with Hirito, Trog, Mazula, Frenchie and occassionally my girlfriend K-Bunny hottest decker on or off the net. Oh and that elf Sitara. Never trust an Elf, present company excluded of course.


SIN: 84787-6526EL-080443-SND
Birthdate:
Nationality:
Gender:
Metatype:
Languages:
Awakened:
Emerged:
Augmentation:
8 April 2029
California Free State
Male
Homo sapiens nobilis
English (native)
No
No
None

Employment/Education History

  • Bachelor of Computer Science – University of Southern California (San Diego): 4 Sept 2046 to 1 Jun 2050
    • GPA 2.25/4
  • Intern – Hypersense Inc.* – 18 Jun 2050 to 25 Jun 2053
  • Research Assistant – Hypersense Inc.* – 26 Jun 2053 to 28 Dec 2057
  • Team Leader – Hypersense Inc.* – 29 Dec 2057 to 12 Aug 2062
  • Senior Manager Research – Hypersense Inc.* – 13 Aug 2062 to 10 Nov 2065
  • Junior VP Research – Hypersense Inc.* – 11 Nov 2065 to 28 Jul 2070
  • [No entries or files available – 29 Jul 2070 to present]

*Subsidiary of Renraku North America

Family:

  • Gregory R. Rollins, father – VP Financial, Renraku North America, San Francisco
  • Maya Rau-Rollins , mother – Manager Secretarial Pool, Renraku North America, San Francisco
  • Amrita Rollins-Clarke, sister – Senior Manager Financial Services, Hypersense Inc, Seattle
  • Tara Gobinda-Rollins, spouse – deceased 20 Jul 2070 [photo attached]
  • Jacob Karan Rollins, son – born 12 Oct 2065, deceased 20 Jul 2070 [photo attached]

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SEVEN LOST IN SAILING TRAGEDY
San Diego Citizen [NNT] – 21/07/70
SAN DIEGO, CFS: Officials and family at Renraku North America are mourning today after the loss of an executive yacht yesterday evening. The Ake No Myojo was on a three hour trip out from San Diego bay when the initial distress signal was sent. Coast Guard vessels arrived minutes later to find the Classique III vessel already submerged with no signs of survivors. The bodies of three crew members were later recovered nearby. Renraku Media Spokesman, Ichiro Hadaka, has expressed the corporation’s sadness at the losses, and vowed that their families would be well cared for. Coast Guard officials report that the yacht sank over the Cedros Trench, making recovery of the vessel and the remaining bodies impossible.

Looking at me you’d see a tall husky elf, former muscles running to fat, but that would be just scratching the surface. If you had the “sight” and looked close enough you’d see the spirit inhabiting this “bag of meat” didn’t actually belong to this body. I wasn’t always stuck in this body. As near as I can tell, based on my knowledge of magical theory, I came to be stuck in this body due to some corp’s experiment to artificially raise the magic level in a individual in hopes of producing magical abilities in their test subjects. Basically, creating super soldiers with the benefits of the insect spirit half-forms, but with human rather than Spirit in control. Well, that’s my theory, take it or leave it.

Not sure if I’m their first attempt or not, but things definitely didn’t go as planned. Something glitched up in their ritual, that’s for sure. I am/was a Free Spirit of some power, but their ritual ripped me in half. There are now two of me, the me who is stuck in this body and whatever was left over floating out there raging to reunite us by destroying this body. Only problem is, I don’t think the destruction of this body will have the desired effect of reuniting us. Now if I can only find some way to convince my other half of this we might make some progress to uniting us.

It would seem the Corporation owning the research lab responsible for my current condition did not take kindly to my escaping their facility. The only good thing that came out of their mistake was that the drain of summoning a free spirit of my power knocked most of them unconscious and left them in no shape to resist the spells I promptly dumped in the room. The power foci and sustaining foci I grabbed off one of the mage’s bodies have been invaluable in escaping the research facility. I’ll see how useful they come in keeping out of the corps hands.

In order to survive in the mortal realm it requires credits and the only way I can get them and stay out of the corps reach is in the shadows and the first step in doing that is reaching out to a fixer. And that is where I find myself now.


Whatever it was that happened in the research facility, it wasn’t what the corporate mages had planned. The limp forms of seven men were scattered across the room, and John wasn’t really sure if they were alive or not. The one he took the foci from was still breathing, although guessing from his position in the room, he might not have been with the other six. He was definitely dressed differently, with red armor of an usual angular design. And his foci were the only magically active items in the room, which was what attracted John’s attention. The sustaining foci was a small black ring carved with numerous runes, and the power focus was made from red stone shaped in the form of the Greek letter Omega.

Not only was the ritual room a mess, but the rest of the facility was in chaos. Between the klaxons and distant gunfire, John came to the conclusion that the place was clearly under attack. In all the confusion, getting out of the building was pretty simple. A bit of invisibility here and mind control there and none of the combatants were any wiser. From what little he could tell during the chaotic escape, there were at least three groups fighting: the men in red armor and a subordinate security force, a heavily armed military group, and a small but eclectic team that appeared more interested in stealth than fighting. Beyond that, John wasn’t sure who they all were, or who even owned the facility. Once he was outside and into the jungle around the place, there was no looking back.

That was just over a year ago. The nuyen that John Rollins had to his name has run out, and Seattle seems far enough from the Yucatan jungle for now. Time will tell if the men in red, the military force, the stealthy team, or the rest of whatever also resides in his body will find him. But in the meantime, his meat body needs shelter and nourishment, so its time to tolerate this fixer’s odd questions and earn some nuyen.

Sam Wolfe

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