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| Name |
Isolde Amelia Richter |
| AKA |
Izzie, Alexis Grant |
| Nationality |
German-American |
| Metatype |
Human (Changeling) |
| Archetype |
Shamanic Magical Adept (Tigress) |
| Birthdate |
March 10th, 2045 |
| Hair Color |
Auburn |
| Eye Color |
Blue |
| Blood Type |
B+ |
| Zodiac Sign |
Pisces |
Appearance
Izzie stands at 5'8", her body toned and thin. Her blue eyes reflect an inner calm, her auburn hair stylishly messy and shoulder length. However, her physique is abnormal thanks to a strain of SURGE she'd contracted. Her arms and legs, from shoulder and hip to digits, are covered in a fine coat of tawny fur, with black stripes akin to a tiger's markings. Her digits' nails had also mutated into razor-sharp cat claws, and her teeth are somewhat pointed, especially her canines. Finally, those blue eyes also have cat-like irises, and reflect light like a cat's eyes, too.
She's commonly dressed in a blue t-shirt, black denim shorts, and a pair of wire rimmed glasses. As far as accessories go, she wears a pair of silver-plated bangles on each wrist, and wraps her knuckles with white boxing tape. Her armor jacket's fabric resembles faded blue denim, with short sleeves and the armor plating on the interior.
Picture done by Izzie's player
Distinguishing Features
Tiger-like fur on arms and legs, fangs, claws and cat eyes
Mannerisms and Habits
Generally, an outgoing and fun-loving individual. She possesses a calm demeanor most of the time, and makes an effort to uphold ethical and moral standards even when shadowrunning. She tends to speak while motioning with her hands.
Likes and Interests
- Roleplaying games, both over the Matrix or tabletop-based
- Fruity alcoholic drinks, namely wines and cocktails
- The martial arts, especially Wushu styles
- Bar-hopping, and meeting new people
- Spirituality and world religions; her own faith is something of a "Christopagan" belief
- Magic, especially Manipulation spells
- Drawing and sketching, preferring traditional media over digital art
- Good food and drink
- Lithe or chubby folk of either gender (though she prefers men slightly over women)
Dislikes and Biases
- Has a fearful respect of people with obvious cyber-enhancements
Capabilities
Though talented in Hung Gar kung fu and skilled with pistols, she's best with edged weapons such as her Ares Monosword. Good at fitting in with different groups, she can even talk her way through some dilemmas. Of course, she truly shines at simply blasting people and critters with magic or slicing them up with her monofilament sword. She's even half-way decent at utilizing biotech to mend her own injuries. In terms of spells, she mostly relies on Health and Manipulation powers.
Outside of shadowrunning capabilities, she's a pretty athletic and acrobatic one. She can sing fairly well with a mezzo-soprano voice, though she mainly keeps her singing to the shower and kareoke mic. She's also a pretty good artist, namely with pencil and ink pens as opposed to tablets.
Young Life
The Tigress had chosen me. I know it now, though I ran from it for too long. It's time I showed her that I'm willing to be an instrument of her might in the world of the living.
I wasn't always actively sought after by my totem, the Tigress. Until I was sixteen years old, her signs of interest in me were always subtle. Born in '45, I grew up here in Denver my entire life. Had a decent life in a good neighborhood, just your average-looking human girl. Mom and dad expected the best of me, with me being their only child, and I rose to the challenge when able. I'd been a polite little thing my whole life when need be. When I drop the facade of being a sweet l'il thing, my inner tomboy shines. Mom and dad knew they couldn't restrain me to dresses and tea parties my whole life. Thus, at age ten, they finally caved when, after months of pleading, I finally was enrolled in a martial arts class.
The teacher's art was all kinds of authentic. Sifu gave his students his full attention, teaching us legitimate Hung Gar kung fu. His training exercises were rigorous, but his heart was always in the right place. Maybe it was because he was an Awakened human who'd been an adept for most of his life? Perhaps he'd forgotten just a bit how tough the exercises were for everyone except trolls. Nah, I'm sure he worked his students to the bone so that we could actually survive a fight when guns weren't an option. Needless to say, I rose through the ranks gradually, with devotion to his methods aplenty. Hell, it even got to the point where I hardly paid attention the homework given in corp school. Not that I wanted to end up a pencil-pusher like dad anyway.
SURGE
On my Sweet 16, I was hardly the cupcakes-and-rainbows girl I was at ten years old. I was a regular athlete, save the fact that I never bothered with sports teams in school. I was strong, both physically and psychologically. Nothing could stand in my way. Well, that is, until Haley's Comet blasted by Earth a couple months after my birthday, during 2061 AD. Then… well, things got rough, to put it bluntly. I was ghastly sick for a couple of days, and doctors couldn't tell why. My body ached, and I was constantly noxious. I remember blacking out one day during the sickness, only to awaken in a hospital bed. I was held to be looked after, but from there, things only worsened. My nausea attacks got more and more intense, and I was told I was mutating.
Some of the docs thought I was goblinizing late. But that of course made no sense. I had no metahumanity in my immediate gene pool. Mom and dad were both human. By the time my fingernails and toenails became claws, and fur starting growing from my arms and legs, I was freaking out. This wasn't normal, not even in the Sixth World. I prayed to God for me to get well a couple of times during it all. Needless to say, not all prayers are answered. In time, my condition was found to have happened to others worldwide. The condition, they said, was caused by something dubbed 'SURGE'. What I became was less than human. I had become what they called a changeling.
Within the course of a week, from the passing of Haley's Comet to my leave from the hospital, I returned to corp school a freak. Many of the other kids couldn't help but stare. A few freaks, who never talked with me before, tried to ask me out thanks to my tiger-like mutations. Some called me a furry. Others took it further, and treated me like garbage regardless. I'd never struck out at people who didn't threaten me, but time and time again, the bullying brought me close. Eventually an ork girl — I don't mean to sound racist, but really? An ork girl was bullying me about my body? — took things too far. When I tried to ignore her, she knocked my portable computer out of my hands to get my attention. Bad move. I decked her right in the face, a jolt of absolute anger rising through me.
I didn't know my own strength. No, really. I nearly killed her with that single punch. I managed to stay out of legal trouble because it was instigated, and because I had no idea why my punch was so powerful — I had started to Awaken. Apparently, Haley's Comet did more than turn me into a freak. I became gradually hardier over time, developing cat-like traits. On top of that, accidentally frying my computer's circuits when it was booting up slowly one day meant that I wasn't just an adept, either — somehow, I lucked out, being able to show signs of spellcasting power.
Call of the Tigress
I was brought to my first and current magic teacher by my parents, an old Wiccan lady who named herself after an Egyptian lion goddess or something. Sekhmet is her name, and despite giving off a crone-like air, she eventually warmed up to me over the years. Somewhat, anyway. One of my first magic lessons was to conduct a seance. It was then, trying to call out to the spirits, that I heard the words of Tigress for the first time.
She bid me not to fret over my shape; no, she said the spirits had a reason for giving it to me. She commanded me to commit myself to my training as a magical adept, despite the rigors of learning two magical arts at once. She said that, if I could rise from an average, meager child to a strong, willful young lady like I was, then learning the ways of the magical adept were in reach. Lastly, she told me to hold dearly those few that I loved, and to hunt down those who stood in their way.
A couple years after that experience, I'd graduated from corp school. It only took another year for dad to get laid off by his corp's office branch, however. We were middle-class originally, but as time went by, the money dwindled. I took odd jobs to help with the income, but overall, we were hurting in the credsticks. Keeping in mind what the Tigress had told me, I considered shadowrunning. I promised myself I'd try to keep my running career as clean as could be. Needless to say, it didn't go as planned. My best gear required a fake SIN, and I kept getting forced into ethically, and even morally, questionable jobs.
Despite all that, I kept my eyes on the prize: making money for my folks. At the end of the day, I had to hand it to my local bartender, Tom. Once again: no, really. Who would have thought that Backlash, the little bar-and-grill with kareoke, became a meeting place for runners since my teen years? Granted, it's nothing amazing, but Tom knows plenty of folks in high places. And damn, he makes a fine Blue Hawaiian. Maybe I drink a little more of the alcohol than I should? Eh, I'm no drunk anyway. But, moving on.
I managed to get my gun, and the training to use it, from Tom himself. He meant well, and let's face it, who's really that squeaky-clean these days? I know what I will and won't do. I'm no saint, but I don't go after innocent people. From gangs to corrupt groups like Humanis — who apparently have a bone to pick with changelings in general, amongst others — I put the hurt only on those who ruin and take innocent lives. When all goes well, my prey never see me coming until it's too late. When things go awry — and trust me, they do — I fight back with my array of talents, and get the job done despite the odds.
Between running, I'd imagine I'm a normal enough woman. I study my magic, but I like to go bar-hopping. Or if you're the geek type, I'm game to roll up an RPG character and throw dice. I'm not a bad sketch artist myself, though I'm sure no one else on my apartment floor gives a damn about any kind of artwork in the first place. Just don't call me a furry. Or better yet, don't think that's all I am. If I were, say, a dwarf, you know what that'd be called? Racism. Yeah. Point is, I've got more to who I am than that.
At the end of the day, I'm a young lady in a dangerous lifestyle, trying to keep my family financially safe and stick it to the scumbags on the streets. Lord knows I've had trouble bluffing about my fancy job that seemed to rake in all the Nuyen. Goodness, how would my folks react if I ever told them I was supporting them by shadowrunning? Regardless, dad had gotten a stable job a while after I started running. Regardless, the lifestyle stuck with me, especially once I got to learn just how slimy the streets and their denizens really were. And come on, who doesn't like plenty of spare Nuyen to burn?
In finality, as I said, the Tigress is expecting plenty from me. Like my parents growing up, she expects me to make the most of my talents. And God help me if I let her down.
Below is a listing of various shadow jobs, and Izzie's IC willingness to do them. Keep in mind that "white hats" are good guys, "grey hats" are morally neutral, and "black hats" are evil folks. Her willingness is listed from A (most willing) to F (least willing).
Assassination
D. Due to the murderous connotations of assassination missions, it'd have to be at least a black hat for Izzie to accept a job involving a direct hit against them. Then again, if the potential quarry also threatened her or her loved ones…
Bodyguard:
A. As long as Izzie has a decent amount of medical supplies for if things run sour, she'd go with this in a heartbeat for grey or white hats. She'd likely prefer to have others to help out, depending on the client's potential threats, but would be willing to put life and limb on the line for at least a morally-neutral cause. In terms of her abilities, she can handle herself in four aspects of combat — gun fighting, melee weapon use, unarmed combat, and magic use.
Security Duty:
B. It depends on the corp in question. She'd potentially avoid working for Ares' arms division locally, who her dad works for, lest he discovers that she's a runner. Other than that, she'd be willing to give it a shot.
Burglary:
F. Not very likely, given her code of honor. On top of that, she doesn't have any skills to break in and enter places by herself.
Courier Run:
A. Not unlike Security Duty, she'd really only turn down an offer from Ares' local divisions, lest she blow her cover to her family. Other than that, she'd be willing to risk getting supplies from point A to point B by her lonesome if the pay's good.
Distraction:
B. As mentioned in Bodyguard, she can fight in one of four ways. Thus, she could possibly serve as a good distraction for guards, both getting their attention and detaining them.
Destruction:
F. Closest thing she can do to wreak widespread havoc is start using Lightning Bolt en masse. She's no good at demolitions, has no damaging area spells, and she'd likely be worried about threatening innocents in the crossfire.
Enforcement:
C. Her willingness to beat something out of someone depends on the circumstances: who wants the dingus, who currently has the dingus, what the dingus is, and why the dingus is wanted.
Extraction:
C. She'd be a decent team player in scenarios like this, but isn't much of a leader. Regardless, her altruistic values would make her willing to at least help rescue an individual and get them to safety.
Investigation:
B. While she's no PI, her charismatic skills, Etiquette and Negotiation, can come in handy to gain vital info while investigating.
Smuggling Run:
D. Not very likely. Smuggling usually has to do with illegal goods, which are usually gained through shady means.
Location:
C. She knows Denver decently enough, having lived in the area her whole life. Put her in a car, and she can get to or find any location if given enough time.
tl;dr:
She's best at jobs that have to do with protecting others and/or fighting.
Associations (NPCs)
Currently, just her her parents, her talismonger and her bartender. Of these three, the bartender, an ork named Tom Hansen, is most important to her shadowrunning career. It's through his personal connections to fixers, Mr. Johnsons, and what few other runners enter his bar (a small bar-and-grill named Backlash) that Izzie can get what she needs to stand a chance as a runner.
Associations (PCs)
Last updated on: April 27, 2013
Alessandra
"She's definitely something. She's either too innocent to the ways of the world, or she's some kind of robot or test-tube baby from a 20th Century sci-fi flick. Still, she's a pretty nice one. Cute, too"
Conchita
"She seems pretty cool. Met her alongside Alice. Hope that Soup Kitchen goes well; it's not every day I meet someone willing to give back to the community. Then again, she considers the community close to her, like a family. Nice way to look at things. Also, very cool to hear that she's a shaman like myself."
Katral
"Our first meeting was pretty brief. He seems alright, if not a bit on the perv side. Apparently, according to Denton, he's got a street rep. But from what I'd heard from Katral himself, I think he might be trying to turn over a new leaf. I'd like to see him again, but I've got my eye on this one…"
Denton
"He's one of those guys who, despite his personable persona, you wouldn't want to piss off. Maybe it's just because I'm a wuss toward people with obvious cybernetics. Hadn't been around him for long, but apparently he knows Alessandra. Overall, I'd like to meet him again, but I'd be scared to get on his bad side"
Dozer
"Pretty quite guy, but I feel for him as both of us had trouble with our respective changes into what we are now. Overall, he seems like a pretty good guy.
