Litsu Haada'i was born October 2nd, 2043. He was the middle child of 3 siblings, one
older brother and one younger. He had the basic education offered to most children
in his tribe, though. only really achieved a GED. He did, however, pick up on a few
different languages while he was there if only for the reason that he, "thought they
were interesting and might be useful at some point." (if he only knew.) He picked up
his dads rifle at a young age, 12, when raiders tried to attack their homestead. He
shot and injured one of the attackers before he was able to take a shot at his older
brother who was aiding his father in the deference. Since then he learned how to
use, fix, and care for his firearms and made good to practice often. He had few
friends through most of his young life but the few he had he got along with fairly
well. He was rather outgoing, conversational, and tried to crack a joke on occasion
if he thought it would brighten the mood. He was mostly quiet during group
conversations, however. It was not because he was anti social or had nothing to
contribute, but simply because he wished to learn more about the conversational
topic and believed the best way to do that was to observe; at least for a time.
He never really saw eye to eye with the traditions of the ute having no real
discrimination for anyone/thing, and actually picked up on paganism as his personal
belief. His reasoning behind it was that it was far more accepting and relied more
on personal strengths (physical, mental and spiritual) rather then relying too
heavily on others. He kept this a secret from everyone for fear of severe punishment
since this essentially went against all the Ute traditions.
He finally became "Awakened" at the age of 14 while hunting. they severely
needed the food and something had spooked the game. He stood and took aim and
despite his distance from the animal he felt he could see it really clearly and it
almost seemed to slow for a moment before he took the shot. It was a subtle change
but effective all the same. At the age of 18 (that time when so many young men begin
to get particularly rebellious) he decided that he was done with the prejudice of
his family and the tribe. Despite the risks, he stole his dad's rifle and a few
nuyen and made for the city of Denver. He chose Denver specifically because it was a
large city so it would be harder to find him and since he lived near the Ute/Sioux
border, it was one of the closest.
Since leaving his home in the Ute territory, he does not keep any real ties
with his family. Not simply out of stubbornness, but because he knows he would get
turned in by them faster then a decker can calculate the square root of 87937. With
his nation's strict disciplinary laws he tries his hardest to avoid anyone who knew
him. He even went as far as to get a fake SIN number under the name Dante the first chance he got.
Once in Denver he immediately began looking for some kind of employment. His
first job landed him as a minor weapons repairman in a pawn shop. never large jobs
though, fix a firing pin here, unjam the bolt in a rifle, etc. It was minor work but
it paid the bills. It is not sure when, but he developed a habit from working
extensively with his hands and small equipment. every now and again he would crack
his neck followed soon after by his knuckles. It was a small thing but on more then
one occasion he got a few dirty looks from some customers. He also went with a
coworker on occasion to a local bar for a few drinks and even partook of marijuana
once in a while, though it was usually a rare treat not a habitual thing.
His life took a turn when a shadow runner came into the shop one day for a
routine maintenance check on his side arm. He often visited the shop claiming that
it was one of the few that was able to take care of his weapons as quickly or
effectively. On one of these days, Litsu (Dante) was 21, the shadowrunner, Tyler Vodring,
presented him with the idea of shadow running. He declined at first but as it was
explained to him, he got more and more drawn into the allure of adventure and the
promise of more nuyen. Eventually, he was talked into it and Tyler gave him the info
to another runner, an Ork Decker,) who could set him up with a few low ranking jobs
for those just getting into the profession. He had been working more on gathering
Intel then actively shadowrunning as he had been getting up there in years. After a
few suggestions for upgrading with a few bits of cyberware he was gone, leaving a
new potential shadowrunner behind the counter of the shop with a nice tip for his
services. He worked there for another 2 months adding everything he earned to his
savings before quitting the pawn shop and going out to try his hand at shadowrunning.
For the next year and a half he did minor jobs for varying people. The Decker
he was referred to helped him find work but other wise they rarely saw each other.
His main work involved simple things at first. Watch from a roof while a corp exec
took a limo from place to place, watch a building while a meeting was taking place
and other such simple jobs. It wasn't until his 7th assignment that he actually had
to take out a target. A street samurai attempted to take out one of his clients
while he was leaving from a meeting. He spotted the sammy in the ally a few yards
behind his mark and with a well aimed shot over his shoulder, the sammy was dead
before the bodyguards had time to flex their biceps. He got a nice little sum for
that one. at first he didn't know how he felt about taking a life. He wondered about
it for a few days after that mission. Finally, he came to the conclusion, that when
it comes to work he has to remain loyal to his employer. His word (to him) was
priceless. He would sooner walk into Ute Territory and shoot the shaman judge on the
Judicial Council then break his word. Special very rare circumstances to this apply
but essentially he tries to remain honest. Though this is the case, if he ever feels
that the job would be too, "heartless" he could and has refused jobs. He decided
then that he had no problem with taking a life. However, if he deemed it necessary,
he would spare someone if he thought they could be useful to his mission; usually
for interrogation.
After running the shadows for a couple years he started to wonder what he was
trying to accomplish here in Denver. He knew first of all that he was trying to make
a new life for himself since the one he left behind has nothing but bars or a bullet
waiting for him should he return. Though, He really didn't know what else to do.
Survival for survival's sake is hardly living. It was on his very next mission that
he actually came up with his answer. He was given a mark to take out just outside
the wards. He was a suit from one of the smaller corps in the area. The reason he
was scheduled to meat his dearly departed parents sooner then anyone expected, was
he was a holder of the deed to another, even smaller, corp. The smaller one was
barely more then family owned cyberware developer where as the other had been in it
for some time. The reason they wanted the smaller gone was, even though they were a
smaller business, the quality of their work was better then half of the "high
quality" line the other produced. The ownership records were stolen through
intimidating methods. If a troll knocks on your door at 3 in the morning while your
wife and children are sleeping, you give him whatever he wants. The exec figured it
was time for a change. So, it was after his job was completed and he heard the news
in the coming months that the now 25 year old Dante found his drive. the smaller corp
had actually succeeded in growing rapidly due to its quality services and the once
larger corp had a recent fall out due to a lack of customers, 3 guesses where they
all went. In time they went under completely. He learned that his actions as a
shadowrunner ,as with all shadowrunners, essentially are the tools that direct the
course of how things progress in the corp world. With little more then a bullet he
and many others were shaping the direction of change and progress. With this new
found direction and purpose, he began taking his jobs with more vigor and
determination then ever. He did his utmost best to make sure a mark never once
entered and then left his scope without the job being completed.
Now, at the ripe old age of 26 Dante is a fairly set runner though hasn't ever
really done anything worthy of note. Due to his unassuming nature, he has rarely
been looked at for group missions and that wasn't a large bother to him, honestly.
He still called Tyler Vodring (The Human Fixer who introduced him to the SR scene)
every once in a great while if he had questions or was looking for info on recent
weapons and ammo suppliers, and also the ork Decker, referred to as John or Johney,
if ever he needed any underground info or even a tip on any available jobs. still
being relatively young, He still had a lot to learn about how things worked, though
he remains open and ready to learn.
With his runners sort of build and relatively average height, he mostly got
away with blending into just about any crowd he found himself in. However, as a
sniper, he wouldn't have it any other way.
