Piker

Piker? She's not pissed at me is she? She can get pretty mean when she gets upset, a big Troll tornado, full of whoop ass. I heard she dropped a whole fraggin' gang over at the Lyrical Blade concert...with her bare hands. If you've got a problem with her, go buy yourself a Gruff and hide somewhere you can see her coming a long way away. Oh, you're looking to give her some work, OK. Well, she's big, fast, and can kick your ass and mine without breaking a sweat or even getting out of her chair. She's one of those Adept types and she grew up kickin' ass. She's geeked a few poor slots and a lotta egos in her time. Poor ol' Bull, he's a fraggin' wall of muscle and he swings a mean chain, but she slapped him silly! It was still a damn good fight to watch; I won a few cred that day. What else can she do? I dunno, I think she pretty much just busts heads. Anyway, you need her, you talk to her fixer. So how much cred did have to spare?

Physical Description

Current Stats

Character Progression

• Karma award for Run 0 & Run 1 (3 sessions)
  • Base karma: 11
  • Storytelling: +1+2+1
  • Total: 15
• Joined Kamibudo Clan (Initiatory magical group), -3 karma [12/15]
• Raised Intelligence to 4 (6 minus racial) -8 karma net (-12, recovered +4 pts.) [4/15]
• Upped karma by +1 per previous session, +3 karma [7/18]
• Karma award for Run 2 = 5+1 = +6 karma [13/24]
• Saving 9 karma for Grade 1, -9 karma [4/24] (2 levels of Pain Resistance)
• Karma award for Run 3 +5+1 karma = +6 karma [10/30]
• Intermediate Run 4 award of 10 karma [20/40]
• Increased Willpower to 5 for -10 karma [10/40]
• Final Karma adjustment for Run 4 +7 karma [17/47]
• Karma award for Interim 4 +3 karma [20/50]
• Warstories +1 karma [21/51]
• Buy Edged Weapons 3, -8.5 karma [12.5/51]
• Raised grade to 2, -14 karma [-1.5/51]
• Warstories, +1.5 karma [0/52.5]
• Run 5 karma, +4 karma [4/56.5]
• Run 6 karma, +2 karma [6/58.5]
• Run 7 karma, +4 karma [10/62.5]
• Run 8+4 karma [14/66.5]
• Run 9: +4 karma [18/70.5]
• Bought Distance Strike (the second point of two) for 12 karma [6/70.5]
• Run 10: +4 karma [10/74.5]
• -8 karma for Interrogation 4 [2/74.5]
• -1 karma for Centering 1 [1/74.5]
• +5 karma + 2 for war story [17/81.5]

Contacts

Buddy: Dad (Physical Adept)

Contact: Madame Lee (Brothel Madame, Madame Lee's Pleasure Palace, Loveland, Puyallup)

Lifestyle

• Middle paid through JUL2058

Weapons and Equipment ( ____ k¥ left)

Weapons	Explosives Grenades, Concussion (2) Grenades, IR Smoke (4)
Clothing & Armor Armor Jacket (5/3)	Electronics Handset Unit Cell Phone
Tools	Surveillance and Security Flashlight (pocket) Microtransceiver (Flux 4, Encryption 4)
Surveillance Measures & Countermeasures Fake ID 4 "Harold Running Bear"	Security Devices
Survival Gear	Skillsofts and Chips
Cyberwear/Bioware	Biotech/Medical
Magical Equipment	Vehicles

Starting Stats

Background

"My dad calls me Piker; I don’t know what it means but he says it describes what I do best.  I hurt people.  Sometimes, I hurt them a lot and they die.  Hurting people is what I’m good at, what I’m known for, and what people pay me to do."

"I was born in the streets of Seattle, and I’m not using some fraggin' metaphor or some drek like that.  I was born in the alley off of 5^th street, in Loveland, yeah, across the street from Madame Lee’s Pleasure Palace.  You see, when I say my mom is a fucking whore, I really mean she’s a Fucking whore."  She laughs.

"My dad has this thing about Japanese Troll women; problem is there ain’t too many Japanese Troll women hanging around that want to bang a poor loudmouthed Scottish human.   But Madame Lee has a talent for getting her costumers what they want.  But the only rule she’s got is that none of her girls are allowed to get knocked up."

"Well you see where this is headed.  My mommy," she says mockingly, "serviced my dad for a number of years until she got careless and got knocked up by him.  'Mom' wanted to get rid of me; she didn’t want Madame Lee to find out, and it was generally bad for business; well, some men like doing it with a pregnant chick but there ain’t enough of those to keep her in business.  Anyway, my dad didn’t want her to get rid of me, so he spent all his money to keep her mouth, and legs, shut until I was born.  She was able to hide her pregnancy, mostly because none of the girls in the House has seen a pregnant Troll, so they just thought she got fat or something; man, they’re all a bunch of idiots.  Anyway, when I was ready to get out, she didn’t have time to get to the hospital, so she had me behind the dumpster in the ally with my dad there.  Apparently, Madame Lee found out about this and kicked my mom out.  I'm not sure where she is now, all I know is that she’s somewhere in Seattle looking for her next John."

"Before I say any more I should tell you a bit about my dad.  My dad came from one of them fancy families that eat fish eggs and drink real booze.  Anyway, my dad was a troublemaker; I take after my dad."  She winks then continues, "and his parents didn't want him to get himself killed.  So they taught him how to fight.  Of course they didn't do it in the proper way of bar fights and in a ring; they hired someone to teach him how to fight.  My dad got wilder and wilder and his folks had a hard time keeping up.  Then they found out about his special taste in women.  That was it for him.  They threw him out."  She shrugs, "He wanted to leave anyway.

"He had no money, so he got money from fighting, and he got to be really good at it.  He's the only one that can knock me down."  She chuckles.  "Anyway, as he got older he really wanted a son that he could teach all his fighting skills to.  Well, I wasn't a boy but I was a Troll, and that was good enough for him.  So he taught me how to fight really good.  And then, I turned out to be one of them "Awakened" people.  Imagine that, me Awakened, but it turned out great for me 'cuz it made me faster, tougher, and deadlier.  So my dad took advantage of that and set up fights and such.  If we wanted to impress some people with my skills, we went to their favorite hangout and started a fight to show how in a blink of an eye I can knock down most of the people around me."

"One of these nights, Don Scusione, a local mob boss, saw my talents and hired me as one of his hired muscle.  The Boss treated me well, but me and dad still lived in a dump, and I didn't want my dad to live in this dump anymore.  He spent most of his money to make sure I got born, and the rest he spent raising me and training me.  So I wanted to pay him back 'cuz he's the only person that's worth a damn."

"So, to make more money I started dealing with a Mr. Johnson, a friend of the Boss.  After a few Runs and a lot of bullet holes, I decided to learn how to shoot a gun.  I'm all right at shooting but I'd rather pummel someone's face or hack them to little pieces before using my gun.  I picked up a few other skills from my Runs, like gunnery, 'cuz after you get gunned down by one you want to learn how it works.  I'm still trying to get the hang of it, but I got to say that I like having a big piece of machinery between my hands."  She laughs loudly, showing her large teeth.  "I 'm also learning how to throw grenades and other drek like that.  Its alright, but I'd rather crack someone's skull with my fist, of course sometimes that gets messy and you spend the next couple of days cleaning pieces of skin and brain from under your fingernails; it's a pain in the ass.  But I'm OK right now, and I'm probably gonna do some more Running, 'cuz the money is gooood.  I promise you this, I'm gonna buy my dad a fancy house just like the one he grew up in, and it's gonna be sweet."