|Detective / Face|
|Sometimes, a good swift|
|punch in the face|
|is all they needed.|
|D.O.B.||February 19, 2044|
|Priority||Metatype - C |
Attributes - B
Magic/Resonance - E
Skills - B
Resources - C
The bright orange Ork takes a swig from a flask, leaning against the doorframe. He waits for the double-vision to clear before stumbling into the hallway.
It wasn't always like this. He was a fraggin' detective. Sure, he'd rough up the pushers and the movers, but he wasn't there for some dwarf selling a little novacoke to try and eat that week. He'd give 'em a black eye, they'd rat out the real criminals and move on. He was respected for that.
The people of Redmond knew where they stood with ol' Frank. Ya keep your bullets in your clip and your knife in your belt. You throw hands with someone who was throwin'em back. Sure, you'd get knocked around over jazz and coke, but if you weren't sellin' Kami or K10 or whatever, you were probably eatin' at home instead of in a cell unless you made it worse.
Frank is jolted back to reality with a hacking cough. He wipes the blood from the corner of his mouth on a handkerchief, and smiles to himself. "That shit only works if the big fish don't end up comin' from inside the department, Frankyboy. You knew you were pickin' between doin' what was right and carryin' that shield, and you made your choice."
He shakes his head as he talks to himself. He quietly mumbles "yer better than this."
"No you're fraggin' not, pig!" echoes down the hallway of the condemned building.
Maybe he wasn't.
- Figure out what the hell to do next.
- Try to reclaim his story.
- Decide if he wants to try to rejoin KE and fix it, or ditch being a detective all together.
Frank Davis was a KE detective before he was a Shadowrunner. If you turn on your own--even if they're dirty--you end up paying the price. Frank was shunned, stuck on a desk, and eventually let go for "budget cuts" just before a new precinct was opened.
He wasn't the best cop; if he had a question, he'd ask it with his hands and his mouth at the same time. But, he didn't arrest anyone that didn't need arresting, and he didn't shake anyone down for cash after he gave them a black eye. In a weird way, he was respected by the upstanding and lowlife alike in his district.
One day, some dame delivered incriminating footage: off duty patrolmen running a protection racket for a prostitution ring or worse. Frank--bein' Frank, did what he does. He make a fuss, and he threatened to throw hands. The brass weren't persuaded to step in. "The footage coulda been doctored," they said. "These were good men and women with families." Frank knew this was some shit, so he did what any reasonable, rational, law-abiding citizen would do: he leaked the footage to every blogger, reporter, metahuman rights group, and politician looking for a bump in the polls.
KE is a forgiving bunch, and--since they couldn't really tell if Frank or the source leaked it, he was simply assigned to desk duty for months on end for one reason or another. You know, until they fired him and stripped the SIN.
Narrative Significant Qualities
- Common Sense / Cynic / First Impression
- Frank was a cop who used his street smarts to get the bigger fish.
- Disgraced / Watch the Suit
- Frank had a reputation for asking questions with his hands instead of his mouth.
- Closer / Honest Face
- Since turning to the shadows, Frank has improved his ability to negotiate, especially when it matters most.
- Data Liberator / RoF(Ares)
- Frank was a KE detective before he pissed off the wrong people. Turns out honesty's not always the best policy with KE.
- Did you just call me dumb? / Addiction(Hurlg)
- Frank's not taking his change in employment status well. Thankfully, there's always angry outbursts and booze to help you get through the day and get some sleep, respectively.
- Frank cut a deal with the biggest of the mega corps to keep his teammates alive. Now they definitely know who he is.
|Name||GM||Metaplot||Date of Run|
|Tracing the Shot||Dejapes||5 October 2082|
|On Angel's Wings||PatGriffin||Call of the Shadows||17 September 2082|
|Broken Tusk||Dejapes||Flight of the White Owl||11 September 2082|
|Hyding from Jekyll||PatGriffin||Call of the Shadows||31 July 2082|
|Bound By the Blood||Asmodeus||11 July 2082|
|KRIMINAL Pastries||Aurora||Baker Wars||5 July 2082|
|Monday Night WAAAAAGGH||Warr||6th World Championship Wrestling||21 June 2082|
|The Enigma of Nodbert's Numerous Noodles for a Nuyen that are Nowhere to be Noticed||Warr||20 June 2082|
|Swamp Things||Noctis||12 June 2082|
|What's on the Ghost Train||PatGriffin||9 May 2082|
|The greatest artist beckons the best raw material||Onebi||4 May 2082|
|Murder Most Fowl||OrionsRequiem||4 May 2082|
|Sarah Snow||3||2||Fixer||Fundraiser and Housewife||Novacoke?, Novacoke!, Dinner Parties of Metahumans, Flawless Skin, On Retainer, Fundraiser||Even|
|BinChicken||3||1||Gear||Urban Shamanic Scavenger||Shaman, Scavenger, Smuggled Immigrant, Ex-Runner||Even|
|Carlos Blanco||3||3||Fixer(K,G,N,A)||Town Gossip||Rumer Mill, Tortuga Taco Truck, I Know A Guy, Corporate Lunchbreak||Even|
|Bubblegum||1||1||Gear||Fake SINner||Corporate Forger, SINner, Nothing Lasts Forever, Knows How She Got Here||Even|
|The Conductor||2||2||Generalist||Conductor||Locked in a Box, Choo Choo, Knows the Rails, Has Met All Kinds, It's a Train, Hitchhiking the Metaplanes||Even|
|Doctor Disco||4||1||Gear||Street "Doctor"||Augmented Augury, Cybersurgeon, Biotechnician, Survival of the Richest, Black Market Aficionado||Even|
|Sarah Glenn||2||3||Custom(K,G,N,A)||Stop Quick Owner||Anti-Halloweener, Drug Dealer, Orkish Business Owner, Heart of Gold||Even|
|Informer||2||3||Legwork||Private Investigator||Truthseeker, Magical Expert, Trid Aficionado||Even|
|Frederik Kowalski||5||4||Fixer||S-K Manager and Asset Handler||Dragon Sworn, S-K Insider, I think I met them at a meeting once., Fake SINs, Management Retreat, High Society Crime, Being a fixer has its perks, German is my first language||Even|
|Lacy, the Worst Employee Ever||1||1||Gear||Stop Quick Cashier||I'm on my break, Doesn't Check IDs, That's not mine!, Not like--TOO ambitious||Even|
|Clyde Murphy||2||2||Gear||KE Officer||Horrible Liar, Lost in the Evidence Locker, KE Intel, The Guns Were Lost in Transit, Impound||Even|
|David Squire||4||3||Custom (K,N,A,G)||KE Captain||By The Book, Thin Blue Line, Blue Code Violation, Seedy Underbelly, War on Drugs, Cop Hangouts||Even|
|War Trash||2||2||Fixer||Dumpster||"I've Got Wheels Baby!", "Free as a bird", "A literal dumpster fire."||Even|
SK | +5 Rep
|Trashcan is a spirit of man that was discovered on the Ghost Train.
He currently shares an apartment with Frank where they mostly watch trids and shoot the shit. Trashcan speaks in a New York accent just like Frank, but it's unclear if he speaks in said accent BECAUSE of Frank, or if that is his natural accent.
In Character Information
Symbols and Signatures
Matrix Search Table
|1||An advert for low-tech private eye business.|
|3||"Do not let this man drink at your establishment!" (Blast out to major bars in Redmond)|
|6||"Patrolman promoted after busting major drug ring." (News article)|
Shadow Community Table
|1||Competent face for the group.|
|3||Obvious alcoholic. Clearly needs to get his life together.|
|5||Former KE investigator known for giving five-fingered interrogations that ended without arrests.|
[R5] Frank Davis / UCAS
- Private Investigator
- Restricted Augmentations
A black bowling ball with arms, legs, a face, and a fedora.