Litsu Haada'i

Name Litsu Haada'i AKA Dante Nationality Ute Metatype HUMAN Archetype Physical Adept AKA Gun-fu Birthdate October 2, 2043 "…You don't hire me in order to have someone killed, if you hire me, they're already dead. I just make them easier to bury." Appearance Dante, is a 1.7 meter tall human male with black short hair and a runners build. He has dark brown eyes that looked perpetually relaxed and resting below an old bandana tied up on his forehead to keep his hair from falling across his line of sight. He was mostly innocuous, not really standing out in a crowd. His clothing is simplistic, focused more on function then style. He wore a plain black T-shirt, insulated and padded gloves, and a pair of black, insulated, Jeans. He didn't seem to have any visual distinguishing marks. His posture was relaxed, Not seeming overly bothered by his surroundings. His eyes, though relaxed, seemed to continually scan the area; almost as if looking for something. His Black lined coat rested loosely over his shoulders, his hands tucked casually into the pockets at his sides. the coat had definitely seen some where. Almost as if it had been left out in various types of weather for extended amounts of time. The right shoulder especially looked rather worn down as if from repeated use. Distinguishing Features -Slouching posture -Aloof personality -old headband -ALWAYS seems to be wearing gloves -Pierced left ear with a black stone -casual dress most times Mannerisms and Habits He is rather easy going and rather easy to befriend. He didn't really take too muh siriously unless he was on a job. He smiled often, and liked to make others smile just as much. There were times when he almost seemed to have moments of clairvoyant wisdom beyond his years, and yet others where his inexperience shown like a lighthouse beacon. He was hard working and did his best to follow any job he took to the letter. If a job required him to do something specific, he would do his best to fill those requirements. He held no reservations for taking a targets life, and if someone became a threat to him either physically or could blow his cover later, he would eliminate them without a second thought. Some would call him brutal in the way he worked, others heartless. He saw himself as efficient. some people wanted other people dead and he was the one they called. He was no more a murderer then the weapon he fired. He was merely another sort of weapon that whoever could foot the bill could buy. He was not a man of severe habits, but everyone had their vices. Once in a while after a mission, he would find himself relaxing and winding down at a bar with a nice cold drink. He rarely drank enough to get drunk, but he had it for the taste. His inebriation of choice was marijuana. It served no purpose for his religious beliefs or had any other symbolic meaning. He simply enjoyed the high the drug gave without totally messing up his mind and capacity to think and act. He didn't let this get in the way of his job though, normally only doing this after a Job is completed and he had time off in his apartment or with friends. He also smoked cigarettes on occasion. This wasn't so much an addiction as it was stress relief and social smoking. If he were to buy a pack it would take him nearly a month or more to finish the whole thing. His flavor of choice was menthol but on rare occasions when felt like a treat, he would occasionally get a pack that was strawberry flavored. He wouldn't openly admit this to any runner though Associations None at current Capabilities -Infiltration -target elimination -assassination -covering fire -tracking -scrounging for useful materials -wilderness survival -observation/intelligence -spying Background + Unformatted background block 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. >>>>> [ Went with this guy on a simple body-guard the Johnson gig. He made a separate deal with our Johnson to assassinate the leader of the opposing team and never mentioned the fact or the 'kill signal' to any of us. Very nearly FUBAR'ed the whole deal and it was touch and go getting our mark out of the situation alive. If you work with this guy, be prepared for him to go off the reservation. Very unprofessional. ] <<<<< -EarthMage (14:31:03/02-03-70) >>>>> [ Sounds like he's trying to go 'lone wolf' if you ask me. Burning bridges is a surefire way to get yourself black-listed. ] <<<<< -TeamMeating (22:57:34/02-06-70) >>>>>[ Sort of in his defense, we were told that if the shit hit the fan we would be paid extra if this specific guy managed to die. The problem was that the shit did not appear to be hitting the fan. From my perspective the other team was playing a fair game and the meet & swap should have been uneventful. However our Johnson decided to up his game a bit and gave Dante the signal to kill the guy. A signal none of us were really aware of. I don't know about a lot of you, but my pay scale escalates dramatically between when I am just bodyguarding some guy and performing wetwork on what appeared to be a corp exec. ] <<<<< -EarthMage (15:25:11/02-12-70) >>>>> [It happens Chummer. I have been ons everal jobs with him, seems to be alright. I need his skills though, his eyes and accuracy is a big deal. Black listed I think he will try and avoid, the fragger is new to the Biz and thus does not really know the ins and outs. Just one of the faults of not working spacificly with a team is you have to accept that your just as much as a reliability as anybody else accepting the job, and that you too are just as expendable.] <<<<< -Ragetrog101 [15:49:07/02-12-70] >>>>> [See? SEE? People tell me that trogs ain't mentally deficient. They say we should treat them like brothers, but look at this. It's incoherent gibberish. I say the Japanese have the right idea. PURE BLOOD!] <<<<< -Humanity [16:41:05/02-12-70] >>>>> [ Condemning an entire race because one particularly noisy member of it acts like a blithering idiot on a 'trix board sure sounds like a brilliant plan. Let me know how that works out for you. ] <<<<< - Eastwood 3:16 (12:31:22/02-13-70) >>>>> [ Can you tell me that seriously, you think the average trog is your mental equal? They are conclusively shown to be less able to adept, less able to think critically, less able to reason and utilize logic. This isn't just racist claptrap, Eastwood. This is quantifiable scientific measurement of both cerebral activity and objective testing. Trogs are just -stupider- than humans. Is it racist if it's true? Is saying 'this person has horns' racist? Think about that, Eastwood. ] <<<<< -Humanity (12:41:32/02-13-70) >>>>> [ Saying “This person has horns” isn't racist. Saying “These people are less than human and the Japanese have the right idea with sending them to concentration camps or systematically exterminating them” is. As for their relative intelligence… I've met one or two that'd probably surprise you if you ever bothered to remove your blinkers. ] <<<<< -Eastwood 3:16 (14:21:31/02-13-70) >>>>> [ In every sample you will find exceptional members of a class. It's a shame that the most exceptional trog has the cognitive potential of my stupidest child. It's been proven over and over again that the criminal element and disease carrying elements of #$@%%^^#$#!#CIWH@$COMMAND INTERRUPT >>>>> [ Play Nice Kids. I will turn this host around and put you to dumpshock without supper. ] <<<<< - Silvery K (14:27:33/02-13-70) THREAD LOCKED The title you enter here is not shown and only serves as visible title in the indices. Simply enter the commenting character alias. SEARCHING SHADOWLANDS.........[ OK ] THREADS FOUND: 0 DISPLAYING