Danny is playing snake a gunslinger adept :
Story of snake. Born in the slums of nu New York. Joined the oval gang and soon proved my skill with weapons in particular guns. Progressed to assassin within a year and was considered in the top ten of the city. That’s when it started to go wrong. Fell for the local crime bosses girl and had arranged to elope with her. Then we were betrayed by her brother. When I arrived for get her Housse was waiting and Marianne was dead. Beaten to within an inch of my life (right hand cut off and my eyes burned from my head) my lifeless body was given concrete boots and dumped in the river.
Luckily I was dropped almost on top of a local diver out collecting a dumped bike,giving me air to breath whilst he broke off the concrete slab he saved my worthless ass. Sandalwood was his handle and he gave me a new life along with my cybernetic arm and eyes.
He’s my fixer now and I do a lot of jobs for him and one day soon I’m gonna be rich enough to go after that bastard Housse and his whole fucking family.
Tom is playing Hiro a mystic adept :
Hiro (not his given name) was born in Germany in 2050.
His Parents where wageslaves for the “Saeder-Krupp Heavy Industries” Megacorp
When his adept powers started to become apparent as a teenager his parents smuggled him to England, as to avoid his dissection. once he arrive he was mostly left to fend for himself as a SINless outsider until he joined a Megacorp resistance cell that was ran by a group of exiled Elves.
The Cell eventually moved to Seattle, where Hiro began shadowrunning in an attempt to undermine the powers of the Megacorps.However this year most of the cell was captured by Knight Errant Security, Hiro was the only one to avoid capture.He has since been living in a squat making some nuyen as a bike courier, running jobs between Seattle and Tir as one of the few Humans to not be shot on sight by the Elves living there.However Hiro is always looking for an opportunity to get back into shadowrunning and getting some payback on Knight Errant and Ares Corp
John is playing Hard point a dwarf rigger:
The veteran rigger named Hardpoint never pictured himself as a shadowrunner. The son of a hardworking dwarven civic engineer and his very human, very Japanese, wife, the young dwarf grew up an unwanted extension of Mitsuhama Comput-er Technologies. Metahumans aren’t treated well by MCT, and neither are Anglo half-breeds. Hardpoint was both, and had to work twice as hard as his classmates for half the corporate ap-proval. He aced exam after exam, excelled in youth martial arts leagues, and endured insult after insult, all while in lock-step with MCT’s near-fanatical corporate culture. His father had long since transitioned from building Ork Under-ground tunnels—back before the Underground was ork—and into MCT employ, and Hardpoint wanted nothing so much as to build things and protect people, like his father did. He had a fantastical-ly sharp mind and a terrific head for what made things work, and eventually—grudgingly—the corporation recognized that fact. Test after test showed aptitude for mechanical engineering, prototype testing, and perhaps, some day, combat rigging. When he turned eighteen, he became a corporate employee without hesitation. His family received favorable loan rates on heavy headware augmentation and trusted in their young son to shoulder the burden of the family’s honor.
Hardpoint did everything right. He excelled with aikido and jujit-su in competitions and corporate-mandated training programs. In simulations he flew rings—sometimes literally—around vir-tual opponents, but Mitsuhama remained too staunchly tradi-tional, too stubbornly meta-racist, to give him a fair chance. He excelled in his studies and graduated from training into field work, but was denied the glamorous security rigger position his test scores had earned. Unflappable, he devoted himself to the research and development position he’d been assigned, and worked hard to show them he could handle any task. By day, he assisted in the designing of drones, test flew new models through obstacle courses to test aerodynamics and handling, smashed them headlong into walls to test durability, and clinically logged every result. Methodically, day after day, undergoing augmentation after augmentation to make himself better at his job, more efficient, more precise, he slaved away to keep from hurting his father’s career. By night, he moonlighted with building security, doing everything he could to show his eagerness to serve. Eventually he was allowed a lateral transfer to building security, and became an expert with drone-mount-ed weaponry.
He served for years as a secondary team leader and mem-ber of a corporate security fireteam, but his dream position re-mained just out of reach. Hardpoint longed for the glamorous position of rigging an entire building, becoming a secure facility and repelling corporate invaders. Before they would trust him with a full building, though—before Hardpoint could literally take over the security system of a precious facility by himself— MCT had one last hurdle for him to leap, one last slap in the face to endure, one last insult against himself and his family. Pressured into an assigned marriage with another metahuman, while supervisors took bets on whether their offspring would be dwarven or orkish, Hardpoint had finally had enough. After decades of loyal service, it was one slight too many. apologized to his father, begged the memory of his dead moth-er for forgiveness, and quit. He had the skills and the hardware to make a difference in the shadows, and he knew it. It was time to show the world what he was worth: an awful lot of nuyen.