Titus
The
bartender smirks as he takes the fifty nuyen bill from you. "Titus?
Yeah, I heard of him. He's some kinda corp mage that thinks he's
street. Another fraggin' poser, ya ask me, but I hear he knows
his game if nothing else. When the bullets hit the flesh, that's
all that really matters right? Mojo slingers need to know the
mojo, we 'Mun-danes' can handle the rest, neh? He's not your typical
combat mage type either. He's a lot less magical shitstorm and
a lot more seeing through walls and peeking in people's brains.
Useful drek, no doubt, but unless I gotta face mojo, I'd rather
leave the fraggin' spell slingers out of the picture. You need
one I bet. Well, no accounting for taste. Here's the number for
his Fixer." He says, as he jots down an LTG number on a cocktail
napkin.
Physical Description
A human guy. [Trying to goad the player into writing a description.]
Lifestyle
Medium paid through FEB2061
Driving back from the campus, Jeff blends in with the commuter
traffic driving through downtown Seattle pretty well. Passing
hi-rises and tall-malls, his Jackrabbit is set on autonav
and the computer is propped up on the steering wheel. Keeping
one eye out for his turn, he keys in the finishing touches
on his grant application, due the next day. Lonestars
presence is definitely felt in this area and most people
are content to let their law-abiding autonavs do the driving
than risk getting pulled over and being forced to pay a
months salary to the police. Seeing his street approaching,
he deftly saves his work, lets the computer fall into
his lap, keys the manual drive, and pulls off. Two blocks
off Main, he approaches the Shady Acres hi-rise. He winces
at the irony of the name and waves his access card at the
gate to the underground garage. As the jackrabbit pulls
into the well-lit staging area he grabs his bag, tosses
the computer on top of it and pauses to grab the little
pistol from under the seat and toss it on top of the computer.
Standing up from the car with his bundle in both arms, he
looks down and his eyes grow wide as he realizes the pistol
is in plain sight. Shoving it into the holster under his
coat, he keys in the parking directions and heads for the
elevator. The car heads off to the parking farm and executes
the incredibly tight door-to-door, bumper-to-bumper parking
directions that he would be afraid to do himself. As he
approaches the elevator, there are two people waiting there.
Theyre both wearing suits and he overhears some talk
about interest rates falling next week. He presses his palm
on the security pad and waits with the men. Ah, Shady Acres,
refuge for middle management. Most folks live here for the
proximity to the nightlife of downtown Seattle. Jeff, he
just likes the short commute and conveniences.
The elevator parts and the three men walk in. Jeff looks
up at the security camera and winces--hes started
disliking them now that hes entered his new occupation.
Seventh Floor, please. The doors draw shut and
begin some mindless synth tune. The two mens talk
of investment choices blends into the tune and fades as
Jeff starts rewriting the executive summary in his head.
Jeff starts to shift the load in his arms to wake his computer
to finish a few things in the moments of his climb, half
looks at the camera and thinks better of it. The pleasant
elevator voice announces, Seventh Floor. Your laundry
is waiting, Dr. Dawkins.. Jeff steps out into the
nicely furnished lobby, looks into the mirror over the couch
and reminds himself that he needs a haircut. Heading into
the auto-kitchen, he shifts his load into one hand, places
his hand on the scanner and orders up something hot and
filling, keying the flavors in while he stares off into
space, tweaking the final sentences of the grant application.
Waiting for the auto-kitchen to finish, he walks across
the lobby to the automat, thumbs his print, waits for the
whirring machine, and pulls out his laundry case, neatly
folded clothes visible through the clear plastic. The ding
from the kitchen alerts him that his food is ready, so he
tosses the case over his shoulder and walks back across
the lobby into the kitchen, grabs the tray in his free hand
and heads down the carpeted hallway to his room. Pausing
to view the area astrally, he sees his ward is still intact
and no odd signatures in the area. After some juggling of
his load, hes able to look in the retinal scanner,
print his thumb, and his door slides open. Theres
the reassuring tingle as he passes through his ward and
the door slides shut behind him.
The tray of steaming food slides onto the table of the
front room, a long multi-purpose area with a dining table
and chairs on one end next to the sink and the couch and
Telecom on the other next to the one window. He keys the
shuttershield to slide open letting in the final rays of
the setting sun that have dipped below the dark clouds that
rained on the area for most of the day. He loads the screamsheet
on the telecom and lets it run while he walks into the office,
half listening to the days events. Yes, this place
may be small and expensive, but the convenience and high
bandwidth make it all worthwhile, not to mention the automated
services. Time is precious and the more he can free up time
spent on mundanities, the more time he can spend on things
that are important. Jeff pauses to drop his bag and laundry
case in the bedroom, just large enough for the bed and nightstand,
and frowns at the pile of dirty clothes accumulating on
the floor. He was sad to have to cancel his maid service
since starting his new profession, but it wouldnt
be worth it when he left one of his guns laying on the nightstand
or dining table. Dumping the clean laundry on the bed, Jeff
scoops the dirty clothes up and shoves them into the laundry
case. Grabbing the case and his pocket computer, he tosses
the case towards the front door and walks into the office.
Most people use the larger room for the bedroom, but he
spends far more time in his home office, so the choice was
simple.
He sits down in front of the high-performance telecom,
on loan from the university, and starts surveying its
four screens, a necessity for those rare power users that
dont have a datajack. Spell formulae and his library
stay open, but he closes the primary literature he was reading
on Devil Rats, and transfers the grant application from
his pocket computer. Those last changes should do just the
trick to secure money for his renewed interest in Elemental
Energetics.
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Current Stats
Attributes, Figured Characteristics, & Pools
Body |
3
|
Quickness |
3
|
Strength |
2
|
Charisma |
5
|
Intelligence |
6
|
Willpower |
6
|
|
|
Reaction |
4
|
Initiative |
4+1d6
|
Essence |
6
|
Magic |
8
|
Combat Pool |
7
|
Spell Pool |
6
|
Astral Cbt Pool |
8
|
Astral Pool |
2
|
Karma Pool |
5
|
Good Karma |
7/65
|
|
Spells
Analyze Truth |
1
|
Armor |
4
|
Barrier (Physical) |
6
|
Clairaudience |
2
|
Clairvoyance |
3
|
Control Thoughts |
5
|
Detect Enemy (Ext) |
3
|
Detect Magic |
2
|
Extended Mind Link |
1
|
Fast |
1
|
Fix |
1
|
Heal |
7
|
|
Increased Reflexes, +2d6 |
1
|
Increased Willpower |
2
|
Improved Invisibility |
4
|
Levitate |
1
|
Light |
1
|
Lightning Bolt |
1
|
Mind Probe |
3
|
Night Vision |
1
|
Nutrition |
1
|
Stealth |
1
|
Stunball |
1
|
Trid Entertainment |
1
|
|
Active Skills
Athletics
|
2
|
Aura Reading
|
4
|
Biotech
|
2
|
Clubs (Stun Baton) |
1(3)
|
Computer
|
2
|
Conjuring
|
5
|
Etiquette (Magic)
|
3 (4)
|
Instruction
|
3
|
|
Perception
|
6
|
Pistols
|
3
|
Pistols B/R
|
1
|
Sorcery
|
6
|
Stealth
|
3
|
Unarmed combat*
|
2
|
|
* Maneuvers: Evasion |
Knowledge Skills
AK: MIT&T (Cambridge, MA) |
3
|
Conjuring background |
5
|
Elemental Theory |
3
|
History |
2
|
Magic Security |
4
|
Magic Threats |
5
|
Medicine |
2 |
|
Mega-Corporations |
2
|
Philosophy of Magic |
2
|
Shadowrunners |
2
|
Sorcery background |
5
|
Spell Design |
5
|
Talismongering |
3
|
Vocation: Magic Researcher |
5
|
|
Language Skills
English
R/W |
6
3
|
Japanese
R/W |
4
2
|
|
Latin
R/W |
2
1
|
Sperethiel
R/W |
4
2
|
|
|
Character Progression
- Run 1, +3 + 1 (war story) = +4 [4/4]
- Run 2, +5 [9/9]
- Interim +1 (lifestyle) [10/10]
- Bought Night Vision 1, Levitate 1, Fix 1, Analyze Truth 1,
Stealth 1, Improved Invisibility 4, -9 karma [1/10]
- Run 3, +5 [6/15]
- Joined group, -3 karma [3/15]
- Run 4, +6 [9/21]
- Initiation Rank 1 (Thesis), -9 [0/21]
- Run 5, +5 [5/26]
- (Spell) Increased Reflexes +2d6 1, -1 [4/26]
- (Spell) Heal raised from 4 to 6, -2 [2/26]
- Bonded a sustaining focus Force 1, [1/26]
- Run 6 - 5+1 [7/32]
- Warstory (retroactive) of Initiation in Crimson Circle +1
[8/33]
- Run 7 - 5 [13/38]
- Bonded power focus, -10 [3/38]
- Bonded Force 1 Sustaining Focus [2/38]
- Bought Evasion Maneuver [0/38]
- Run 8 - 5 [5/43]
- Cash to karma +1 (working towards a scholarship) [6/43]
- Bought Control Thoughts 3 [3/43]
- Detect Enemies 3 [0/43]
- Turned in 3 stories (Grade 1, Run 8, Run 9) [3/46]
- Run 9 +5 karma [8/51]
- Cash to karma +1 [9/51]
- Bought Clubs(Stun Baton) 1/3, Stunball 1, Lightning Bolt 1
[3.5/51]
- Run 10 +8 [11.5/59]
- Spend 10k for 2 karma [13.5/59]
- Etiquette (Magic) up to 3(4), -3 karma [10.5/59]
- Run 11, +4 karma [14.5/63]
- Grade 2 -10.5 [4/70]
- Run 12, +7 karma [11/70]
- Barrier (Physical ) 6, -6 karma [5/70]
- Run 13, +4 karma [9/74]
- Control Thoughts 3 to 4, -1 karma [8/74]
- Run 14, +5 [13/79]
- Grade 3, -12 [1/79]
- Cash to karma, +1 [2/79]
- Heal 6 to 7; Control Thoughts 4 to 5; -2 [0/79]
Contacts
Buddy: Brad Healey, a.k.a."Slipstream"
(Street Mage, Human): A former student of Titus, he grew
up on the streets of Seattle and went to MITT on scholarship,
later returning to Seattle to work as a shadowrunner. He
introduced Titus to the world of the shadows and set him
up with the appropriate equipment and Simone. Knows some
more mundane fixers. Though much more knowledgeable about
the streets and shadowrunning, he still refers to Titus
as Dr. Dawkins when they are alone. Tends to slip into cityspeak,
but tries to speak "proper" English to Titus. |
Buddy: Francis d'Lorian
(Research Mage, Elf): Francis d'Lorian, elf mage, professor
at University of Seattle, researcher working on theories
of drain, makes trips into Tir Tairngire to visit family
from time to time. Very knowledgeable and maintains a sophisticated
lab and hermetic library. He and Titus have co-authored
a few papers together. |
Buddy: Steve Hanley
(Wage Mage, Human): Works as a security mage for a Target
Securities. Specifically works in magic security systems
design, though does field work inspecting compromised
systems. Consults with Titus from time to time on magic
theory questions. Enjoys chess. Titus and he have an ongoing
chess game via the Matrix.
|
Contact: Firugi Vespuci
(Fixer - Magic, Elf)- Firugi Vespuci, elf fixer, he focuses
on getting magical people and formulae, but knows who to
talk to for magical goods. Meets folks in Firenze's Italian
Bar and Restaurant (which strangely enough doesn't have
any connections to the mafia). He dislikes the Mafia due
to their prejudice against metahumans and magic (and for
the bad name they give good Italians like himself). He is
a xenophile and loves the strange. |
Contact: Sutter (Talismonger,
Dwarf): a dwarf with an expertise for gathering magical
materials (mainly mineral and metal), also trades in foci.
Fantasy literature buff, plays up the stereotypical Tolkien
dwarf image (even has an axe). Owns a small shop called
The Dragon's Lair. |
Weapons and Equipment
Weapons
Knife
|
Morissey Alta (HP, laser sight)
- ammo (96 regular, 48 flechette)
- concealed quickdraw holster, shoulder (C:8)
- silencer (detachable)
|
Steyr TMP (MP)
- ammo (150 regular)
- concealed quickdraw holster, shoulder (C:8)
- suppressor (detachable) |
Walther PB-120 (LP, laser sight)
- ammo (80 regular)
- concealed quickdraw holster, back (C:9) |
|
Explosives
|
Clothing & Armor
Secure Long Coat (4/2)
- Fire resist 6 |
|
Electronics
Pocket Computer (w/Encr 3) |
Wristphone with flipscreen |
|
Tools
|
Surveillance and Security
Flashlight (pocket) |
Microtransceiver (Flux 3, Encr 1, ECCM 2)
- subvocal microphone |
Camera |
Binoculars, optical |
|
Surveillance Measures & Countermeasures
|
Security Devices
UCAS SIN (free, legitimate ID) |
Fake SIN Lvl 4 |
|
Survival Gear
Microflare launcher
- Microflares (4) |
|
Skillsofts and Chips
|
Cyberwear/Bioware
|
Biotech/Medical Medkit
Antidote 6 Patches (4)
Stimulant 4 patches (4)
Trauma patches (2)
|
|
Magical Equipment
Power Focus 1 [NOT BONDED] (medallion) - He wears
it under his shirt so it's touching his skin. It is
a silver-backed medallion with a mother-of-pearl field
surrounding a star made of orichalcum, on a silver
chain, worn under his shirt against his skin |
Poewr Focus 1 [NOT BONDED] (armband) - A celtic
knot-work armband on intertwining bands of gold
and orichalcum, worn around the upper arm (Titus
wears it on his left arm).
|
Sustaining Focus 2, Incr Will (Silk Scarf) - a silvery
scarf with geometric designs, usually folded into
a bandana and tied around the spell target, Titus
used to wear it as a headband during heavy research |
|
Vehicles
|
Starting Stats
Attributes, Figured Characteristics, & Pools
Body |
3
|
Quickness |
3
|
Strength |
2
|
Charisma |
5
|
Intelligence |
6
|
Willpower |
6
|
|
|
Reaction |
4
|
Initiative |
4+1d6
|
Essence |
6
|
Magic |
6
|
Combat Pool |
7
|
Spell Pool |
6
|
Astral Pool |
8
|
Karma Pool |
1
|
Good Karma |
N/A
|
|
Spells
Armor |
4
|
Clairaudience |
2
|
Clairvoyance |
3
|
Detect Magic |
2
|
Fast |
1
|
Nutrition |
1
|
|
Trid Entertainment |
1
|
Increased Willpower |
2
|
Heal |
4
|
Light |
1
|
Mind Probe |
3
|
Extended Mind Link |
1
|
|
Active Skills
Athletics
|
2
|
Aura Reading
|
4
|
Biotech
|
2
|
Computer
|
2
|
Conjuring
|
5
|
Etiquette (Magic)
|
2 (4)
|
Instruction
|
3
|
|
Perception
|
6
|
Pistols
|
3
|
Pistols B/R
|
1
|
Sorcery
|
6
|
Stealth
|
3
|
Unarmed combat
|
2
|
|
Knowledge Skills
AK: MIT&T (Cambridge, MA) |
3
|
Conjuring background |
5
|
Elemental Theory |
3
|
History |
2
|
Magic Security |
4
|
Magic Threats |
5
|
Medicine |
2 |
|
Mega-Corporations |
2
|
Philosophy of Magic |
2
|
Shadowrunners |
2
|
Sorcery background |
5
|
Spell Design |
5
|
Talismongering |
3
|
Vocation: Magic Researcher |
5
|
|
Language Skills
English
R/W |
6
3 |
Japanese
R/W |
4
2 |
|
Latin
R/W |
2
1 |
Sperethiel
R/W |
4
2 |
|
|
Background
Basic Concept
Titus is an academic researcher who was on his way to a brilliant
career as a magic researcher at MITT when corporations sabotaged
his work and forced him to leave. With the help of some friends,
he turned to the streets as a Shadowrunner to find a way to exact
revenge on the corps that wronged him.
Childhood
Jeffrey grew up in a well-to-do family in Boston as an only child.
His parents discovered early that Jeff was awakened and provided
the best education for him to realize his talents. From magnet
schools to tutors they tried to provide whatever was needed. Never
a large boy and definitely not athletic, Jeff was picked on a
bit by the older kids, and even beaten up once by a troll bully.
To this day he still has an unconscious aversion to trolls, even
though most he's met have been civil and he rationally knows he
shouldn't be prejudiced. All of Jeff's hard work and talent paid
off when he got accepted to MITT.
Academic Life
Once at MITT, Jeff knew he had found his place. His intellect
and love of learning no longer made him stand out, but rather,
made him fit in. Enrolled in the Hermetics program, he studied
the discipline of magic fervently, putting in long nights to learn
all he could (to this day he still uses the Fast and Nutrition
spells he developed during this time to avoid eating when he's
busy). His senior year, he even worked on an independent research
project on the new Beta Strain bacteria that was recently developed.
As graduation approached and his classmates were talking about
the corporations they were going to work for, Jeff knew that research
was his calling. Convinced MITT was the top university, he applied
for the graduate program in Hermetics, being accepted and advised
by Henry Greenwald, the renowned professor of magobiology (study
of the interaction of biology and magic). Under Greenwald, he
pursued his undergrad research project on Beta Strain bacteria,
recently developed by the Fujitsu Corporation, eventually settling
on a master's thesis, "Beta Strain bacteria: limitations
and weaknesses", in which he studied the mechanics of the
bacteria's interaction with astral space and suggested several
avenues of research into circumventing the interaction. During
this time he worked with some of the research mages of the corporation
and learned some Japanese. However, weeks before presenting his
thesis, his lab was ransacked and his thesis stolen. Whoever did
was very professional and managed to destroy every backup copy
of his work. Soon after this, a very nervous Greenwald told him
that he couldn't advise him anymore "for personal reasons"
and recommended he switch advisors. He also recommended that he
try to pick a topic that wasn't "too
applied".
Disgusted and more than a little frightened, he switched over
to Merl Archimal, a researcher in the highly theoretical field
of elemental theory. He decided to pick a topic that wasn't too
applied and eventually finished work on his master's thesis, "On
the Origins of Elemental Spirits: extraplanar travel or spontaneous
creation?", in which he tried to add thought to the question
of whether elemental spirits (not free spirits) are spontaneously
created through the magic of the conjurer (from the local elements),
or whether they're summoned whole from an extraplanar realm (the
plane of fire, water, etc.). He concluded that the most likely
explanation is spontaneous creation, due to the large amount of
energy that would be needed to spontaneously transport a spirit
from an extraplanar realm to the astral plane and the relative
drain conjurers incur. This got him interested in the interaction
of channeling magic energies and their effects on the physical
body, leading to his doctoral work, "Mana/Self Interactions:
theories of drain". During these studies he looked at the
dynamics of channeling mana and the interaction of the body/soul
with these energies, with special attention to the interactions
that cause drain. He found that the physical body has very little
to do with the interaction, except as a receptacle for uncontrolled
energies (physical damage from a Force that's too high), but that
the soul is much more important based on its resilience (Will)
and presence (Charisma).
He successfully defended his thesis and graduated, and soon started
working as a post-doc at MITT, with both teaching and research
responsibilities. In teaching Introduction to Sorcery, Jeff found
that he was a natural teacher, able to engage his students intellectually
and emotionally, and able to convey his passion for the subject
in his lectures. He developed close relationships with several
of his students, often meeting with them outside of class and
advising several of them on independent research projects. Continuing
his work on his theories of drain, further research was put into
methods of limiting drain through more efficient interaction (through
foci, spell design, and medicine), but he reached a point that
would necessitate Initiation (and thus tenure) to pursue many
research paths. It was during this time that he began collaborating
with Francis d'Lorian, a visiting professor from the Tirag area.
They worked quite closely on drain interactions, taking turns
using each other as an observation case. To facilitate the research,
Francis taught Jeff some Sperethiel which was useful in describing
certain concepts that were clumsy in English.
Fortunately, everything was lining up for him to be granted tenure.
There was some competition for the limited tenure positions available,
the chief of whom was Fernando Cheops, largely known to be a shill
for Aztechnology. Luckily, Jeff was able to publish an article
in the highly prestigious New England Journal of Thaumaturgy,
clinching his chances of success. A week before his tenure hearing,
however, one of his students claimed that she had been having
a secret affair with Jeff and reported it to the administration.
Despite his insistence of his innocence, the admin decided to
avoid the potential controversy and refuse him tenure.
This crushed Jeffrey. He left the university and hung out in
the Cambridge area, drinking to excess and trying to figure out
what went wrong. He snuck on to campus several times to try to
find out who had been screwing with him, as well as retrieve his
libraries and foci to developed a few spells to aid in his investigations.
He was finally able to find the student who had accused him of
the affair and was able to probe her mind to find that she had
been promised a full-ride scholarship from the Aztlan National
College Fund (which was odd since she wasn't even a citizen of
Aztlan) in exchange for the accusation. In tracing the person
making the offer, he found him to be an operative of Aztechnology,
making it all too clear. He tried to bring this to the MITT admin,
but they would have none of it. Francis said that he could probably
get him a position at the University of Seattle, so he left his
old life in Cambridge behind and headed West.
There he got set up as an Assistant Professor at UofS and started
settling into the relatively boring routine of professor at a
second-rate college. Teaching the rich kids of Seattle didn't
compare to the highly-selective MITT, but he was able to supplement
his income with some consulting work. In particular, he worked
a fair bit with Steve Hanley, a security mage at a contract security
firm. Steve taught Jeff about magical security, and Jeff taught
Steve about the finer points of magic theory and helped him on
several cases. But through all this, the fires of revenge still
burned in him, stoked whenever he drove by the Pyramid. He even
considered trying to get a job at Aztechnology as a security mage
so he could find out how to really screw them over, but decided
that would probably fail. Luckily, his position at UofS required
a minimum commitment of time (their publishing requirements are
so light!), so he had plenty of time to make revenge fantasies.
A real opportunity presented itself, however, when he was following
up on a lead from a case Steve was working on. He traced an astral
signature from a potential security breach and ran right into
one of his former students, Brad Healey, or "Slipstream"
as he liked to be called. After some catching up, Brad revealed
that he had returned to the streets of his youth and taken to
the high-adventure life of shadowrunning after graduating from
MITT (he had been scouting the defenses of the Ares Corp headquarters
when he encountered the security). Curious at the notion of a
profession that strikes at corporations, Jeff met with Brad repeatedly,
asking more questions about running the shadows.
Transition
It wasn't long before Jeff decided that he wanted to try to get
into the shadowrunning game. He picked a "street name",
Titus, based on the roman story of Titus Andronicus, a story of
revenge, bought an armored coat, did some research on Shadowrunners,
and met up with Brad to find out how to start, figuring the ability
to use magic would be enough. Brad looked him over and concluded
he didn't have a clue what he was getting into. Returning the
favor of his old teacher, Brad groomed "Dr. Dawkins"
for several months, working him through self-defense lessons,
pistol training, and the use of essential equipment like radios,
fake SINs, patches, and smoke grenades. Finally satisfied that
he wouldn't kill himself, Brad hooked Jeff up with a fixer and
wished him the best of luck, offering further advice, should he
need it.
Magic Stuff
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