SlurpeeJ's Characters

Here's a first stab at a char. The character builder was a little difficult to figure out. I've tried to match the numbers to the character concept I've written down below. Please let me know how to modify or improve it.


Othelo (Oats, Oatie)
Metatype : Troll
Mundane

Attributes
Body: 7 (11)
Agility: 5 (6)
Reaction: 3 (4)
Strength: 9 (12)
Charisma: 3
Intuition: 2
Logic: 2
Willpower: 3

Edge: 1
Initiative: 6
Essence: 2.9

Knowledge Skills
English : N
Gangs : 4

Active Skills
Group Skill Athletics : 4
Climbing : 4
Gymnastics : 4
Running : 4
Swimming : 4
Pole Arms : 5
Unarmed Combat : 4
Perception : 4
Intimidation (Physical) : 4



Positive Qualities
Toughness
Quick Healer
High Pain Tolerance 2

Negative Qualities
Uneducated
Illiterate



Cyberwares
Bone Lacing : Aluminium

Biowares
Suprathyroid Gland
Muscle Augmentation 2
Adrenline Pump 2



Weapons
Pole Arm (+ 20% cost)
A great staff with the head being a crow perched on top
Tail feathers form a blade and the beak forms a blunt spike
Clothing (tank top, olive drab military pants, combat boots)
Armor Jacket (Appears as leather biker's coat)
Backpack
Giant messenger bag.
Half Suit FF body armor




Background:

Othelo was born to two shadowrunners. When his father picked the name Othello, he did so knowing that his child would forever be an outcast even in this new world of growing strangeness. While his father's great intellect and swift mind rebuked many of the stereotypes of trolls, Othello seems to mirror the world's prejudices. Othello is a mountain seeming to have come to life. He regularly towers over other trolls and displays a physic that could have easily been split over two humanoids. And inside the mounds of muscle and dermal plating is the mind that everyone expects. He's illiterate, and in a day of modern marvels, he struggles with even the most basic electronic devices. He's a far cry from his decker father and shaman mother.

Knowing that Othelo would not blend into the world around him, his mother began instruction of martial combat and the shamanistic arts with him at an early age. It became apparent to her though that he would never share her magical gifts. She never stopped her instruction of the ways of the shaman and his deep relationship with her continues today, from his blue swirling tribal tattoos to his chosen weapon. His mother furnished him with a great metal staff with a giant crow perched atop. This solid weapon seemed to be the only thing that could withstand the sheer abuse his powerful swings would put it through. While he is not awakened himself this doesn't stop him from scouring magic stores for any tchotchke that is promised to contain great power for the wielder. He attaches them to his staff with leather thongs and searches out new ones when his luck is down, attributing any newfound fortune to his new finds.

The life in the shadows is tumultuous and often brief. So it was for his father when he was struck down in the middle of a run. Othelo's mother was unable to handle the strain of losing his father and gave herself over to the spirits she communed with most often. She was institutionalized when Othelo was 17, leaving him alone in the world to fend for himself.

It wasn't long before a group of gangers became aware of the highly suggestible youth. They conscripted him for their needs and he quickly became a symbol of power and fear that his gang used against all their rivals. He helped them gain in power for a number of years before Oats became aware of how they used him. He tried numerous straight jobs, all involving long hour and heavy lifting. His employers would swiftly become aware of his diminished intellect and many of them swindled him out of his hard earned nuyen.

Oats is a beast driven by his stomach. His massive appetite and poor money sense have diminished his modest reserve of nuyen. He seeks new employment in the shadows. Following in the footsteps of his parents he looks to earn money the only way he knows how; through his strength.

Heh, looks like you're really getting into this ... I can't say too much about characters since I've only made a few myself and am still wrapping my head around things, but one thing I remember being told to watch out for was availability of gear.

About the only thing I can spot is the Suprathiroid Gland... it's got an availability of 20F... you're only meant to have things with 12 or less when you make your character... but everything else looks great Very Troll-like. Looks like you're wrapped your head around the character builder after all

~ Jo

Edited for 425 BP max

Othelo (Oats, Oatie)
Metatype : Troll
Mundane

Attributes
Body: 8 (11)
Agility: 5 (6)
Reaction: 3 (4)
Strength: 9 (13)
Charisma: 2
Intuition: 2
Logic: 2
Willpower: 3

Edge: 3
Initiative: 6
Essence: 1.6

Knowledge Skills
English : N
Gangs : 4

Active Skills
Running : 3
Pole Arms : 6
Unarmed Combat : 4
Perception : 3
Intimidation (Physical) : 4
Throwing (Humanoid) : 5



Positive Qualities
Toughness
Quick Healer
High Pain Tolerance 2

Negative Qualities
Uneducated
Illiterate



Cyberwares
Bone Lacing : Aluminium
Cosmetic Modification (Basic) : Tatoos
Commlink (1/2)

Biowares
Suprathyroid Gland
Muscle Augmentation 2
Adrenline Pump 2
Synaptic Booster 2



Weapons
Pole Arm (+ 20% cost)
A great staff with the head being a crow perched on top
Tail feathers form a blade and the beak forms a blunt spike
Clothing (x2) (tank top, olive drab military pants, combat boots)
Armor Jacket (Appears as leather biker's coat)
Certified Credstick (x2)
Backpack
Giant messenger bag.
Half Suit FF body armor: (Singlet)
Lifestyle Low (1 months)

Physical:

Height: 8.6 ft
Weight: 810
Hair: Bald
Eyes: Grey
Noticable Characteristics:
Blue tribal tatoos left side of face and right shoulder.
Distinguisable by sheer size. Large even for a troll.




Background:

Othelo was born to two shadowrunners. When his father picked the name Othello, he did so knowing that his child would forever be an outcast even in this new world of growing strangeness. While his father's great intellect and swift mind rebuked many of the stereotypes of trolls, Othello seems to mirror the world's prejudices. Othello is a mountain seeming to have come to life. He regularly towers over other trolls and displays a physic that could have easily been split over two humanoids. And inside the mounds of muscle and dermal plating is the mind that everyone expects. He's illiterate, and in a day of modern marvels, he struggles with even the most basic electronic devices. He's a far cry from his decker father and shaman mother.

Knowing that Othelo would not blend into the world around him, his mother began instruction of martial combat and the shamanistic arts with him at an early age. It became apparent to her though that he would never share her magical gifts. She never stopped her instruction of the ways of the shaman and his deep relationship with her continues today, from his blue swirling tribal tattoos to his chosen weapon. His mother furnished him with a great metal staff with a giant crow perched atop. This solid weapon seemed to be the only thing that could withstand the sheer abuse his powerful swings would put it through. While he is not awakened himself this doesn't stop him from scouring magic stores for any tchotchke that is promised to contain great power for the wielder. He attaches them to his staff with leather thongs and searches out new ones when his luck is down, attributing any newfound fortune to his new finds.

The life in the shadows is tumultuous and often brief. So it was for his father when he was struck down in the middle of a run. Othelo's mother was unable to handle the strain of losing his father and gave herself over to the spirits she communed with most often. She was institutionalized when Othelo was 17, leaving him alone in the world to fend for himself.

It wasn't long before a group of gangers became aware of the highly suggestible youth. They conscripted him for their needs and he quickly became a symbol of power and fear that his gang used against all their rivals. He helped them gain in power for a number of years before Oats became aware of how they used him. He tried numerous straight jobs, all involving long hour and heavy lifting. His employers would swiftly become aware of his diminished intellect and many of them swindled him out of his hard earned nuyen.

Oats is a beast driven by his stomach. His massive appetite and poor money sense have diminished his modest reserve of nuyen. He seeks new employment in the shadows. Following in the footsteps of his parents he looks to earn money the only way he knows how; through his strength.