Cerotaph Name: Kamaria Kayleigh Ameru Streetname(s): Cerotaph 10 Resources 20,000 Player: Clare Age: 16 Hair: Variable 27 Skills 27 Sex: Female Height: 4'8" (125 cm) Eyes: Blue 36 Attributes 18 Race: Albino Dwarf Weight: 110 lbs (50 kg) Skin: White 5 Race Dwarf Ethnicity: African/Amerind Archtype: Decker 0 Magic Mundane Nationality: UCAS -11 Edges & Flaws Description: A pale-skinned, short, curvaceous but lithe girl, Cerotaph is covered head to toe in tattoos and piercings. The shaved sides of her head bear shiny datajacks & nanotattoos that shift over time. Her full lower lip is pierced on each side by rings and tattooed with a bright, red stripe down the middle. Naturally her tongue is pierced, not to mention surgically modified to be longer and more mobile. Her eyelids have been surgically modified with a graceful lift to the sides, and to make her eyes seem larger. Her right eyebrow has a pair of rings, her left eyebrow one. Earrings run along the entire length of her ears, right up to the tip. Her nose has a small ring on the left side. ATTRIBUTES Base Race Mod Total Essence: 4.17 Movement Body 2 +1 - 3 Reaction: 6 Walking: 4 Quickness 4 - - 4 Initiative: 1d6 Running: 8 Strength 1 +2 - 3 Combat Pool: 6d6 Swimming: 8 Intelligence 6 - - 6 Total Karma 10 Fatigue 3(4) Willpower 3 +2 - 5 Good Karma 9 Charisma 4 - +3 5(7) Karma Pool 1d6

Light Moderate Serious Deadly Damage Overflow +1 TN -1 init +2 TN -2 init +3 TN -3 init +4 TN -4 init

Clothing & Armor			          Conceal  Ballistic  Impact  Weight   Price (¥)
Micro-mini kilt										40
leather miniskirt									50
pleated bondage mini									40
red velvet brocade corset								80
knee-length lace-up back vinyl skirt							70
deep purple vinyl kilt mini								40
Transparent Fishnet-Look Second-Skin Bodysuit		15	2	2	2.5	5,000
Disposable surgical Gown & Scrubs (Box of 20)						40
Chemsuit Rating 6					NA	0	0	1	1,200
Form-Fitting Body Armor Level 3				
Rapid Transit Heavy Jumpsuit				6	2	4	2.0	500
	1.5m-square Ruthenium polymer							30,000
	6 Imaging Scanners								60,000
	

Weapons		TN  Recoil  Conceal     Ammo   Mode	Range  Damage	Weight	Price (¥)
Morrissey Elan			8	5(c)	SA    Hold-Out	5L	0.5	500
Beretta 200st			4	26(c)	S/B	LP	6L	2	750

Background

Kayleigh was always getting into trouble. Nevertheless, with her father's influence, she managed to get a job with docwagon as a paramedic in training. The easy access to drugs proved to be her undoing however, and it wasn't long before she was caught abusing. After being fired, she went underground picking up skills as a piercer and tattoo artist. One boyfriend ran a black-clinic and surgically modified her ears. Using her old skills as a paramedic she assisted him and always bright, started picking up the skills to do it - cosmetic surgery at least - on her own. For awhile she devoured the information and the learning took the place of her drug dependance. Black clinics don't last very long in the shadows though, and one day she came back to find the clinic on fire, her ex-boyfriend burnt alive inside.

For awhile she hooked up with some Ancients, and managed to convince them she was an elf as well. Hungry for a fix, she led some ancients on a raid on DocWagon, pulling off the theft of an ambulance with panache and looting it for all the drugs inside. DocWagon promptly descended upon their ambulance with an HTR team, taking out several Ancients. In the dark, the other Ancients discovered she couldn't see the way they could, and gave the truth to her lie. She was no elf. They abandoned her, leaving her sobbing behind a dumpster, then were caught themselves as Docwagon's HTR caught up with them.

Alone again, she suffered another spiraling bout of depression and drug use, it wasn't long before she was on the streets literally, selling her body just for the next fix. A brief fling with a decker introduced her to the world of the Matrix and she was hooked again. BTLs became a new vice and frequent forays into the Matrix while jazzed up on a combination of drugs and psychotrope. By all rights she should have died quickly...but she didn't. And during one of her forays ran into Macavity and his fixer The Finn.

The Finn quickly found a use for her, supplying her with drugs in return for her services both in the Matrix and socially. Macavity, was visibly troubled by the Finn's use of her, but unable to criticize his mentor, stayed away. Eventually, the shadows caught up to The Finn, and his death cut her loose for awhile. She was contacted to attend a gathering of fixers convened by Macavity to distribute the contacts and data gathered by The Finn over a lifetime, along with several other associates of The Finn. In the ensuing debates the Finn's other employees were all killed and she was shot by Macavity and passed out.

Hours later, she woke to find herself in an abandoned apartment, lying inside a coffin-like box. She discovered that her death had been faked. Macavity informed her of her death, told her that as The Finn's confident, their deaths had been necessary in order for the other fixers in Seattle to be comfortable in divvying up The Finn's assets. He offered her an exchange. In return for a new identity and some serious cosmetic surgery to go along with it, she would work for him with whatever skills she had to offer or chose to learn.

Her brush with death made her reconsider her life up to this point, so she offered up her decking skills, and what she had learnt in the past as a paramedic. Macavity, a little surprised at this, quickly offered to help her decking skills, and to set her up with chipped biotech courses and a small loft in a trailer he was constructing. She assisted him with his decking and information gathering, and was able to direct his purchases for a small medical clinic in the same trailer.

As was his wont, she was taken in...another stray under his wing...and in his bed. It didn't last very long. The work, the opportunity to learn, & the security of a new home slowly gave her back her self worth and confidence to leave Macavity's bed, although she stayed to work. A bed-warmer gone and a friend gained.

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