<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ee/Zatanna-hughes.png)</div><br/><strong>Street Name:</strong>Catharine<br/><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong>Female Human Fixer/Mage<br/><strong>Attributes:</strong>Charisma and Willpower, Intuition and Logic<br/><strong>Skills:</strong>Magic, Social<br/><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>Caucasian, 20's, bisexual<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Tracy Grimm<br/><br/>While Catharine thought of One Shot as the type to go straight to her destination the way the bounty hunter's bullets met her target, Catharine's impression of Tracy Grimm was on the opposite end of the spectrum.  The bar owner felt that Tracy was more of a wild card and tended to be unpredictable.  It was good in some ways - she could come up with a plan of attack that defenses would not have been able to predict.  It was not so good in others - Tracy seemed like the type who would cause a scene just for the sake of causing a scene.<br/><br/>Still, Catharine liked Tracy, if only because Tracy reminded the fixer/mage of herself not so long ago.<br/><br/>And Tracy even dressed up in a way that would fit into Catharine's bar.  If she dolled herself up, Tracy would have looked as lovely as anyone else.  Tracy outfitting herself in a suit instead of a dress felt like some sort of commentary directed at Catharine, who took it as a playful jab and could only smile while shaking her head.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/600-02670674.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Street Name:</strong>Thaddeus Rex<br/><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong>Male Human Bodyguard<br/><strong>Attributes:</strong>Body and Strength, Agility and Reaction<br/><strong>Skills:</strong>Combat, Physical<br/><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>Caucasian, 30's, Straight<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Tracy Grimm<br/><br/>The bouncer, Thaddeus Rex, was still in front of the entrance to the backroom and had put his glasses on.  He noticed the lady dressed like a gentleman coming toward him, and he picked up the key words during her approach.  She was here for business, and there was no reason for Mr. Rex to slow her down.<br/><br/>Without looking, he blindly reached for the velvet rope, unhooked it, and stepped aside just in time to let the woman pass through.  He did watch her enter the room, particularly the way her slacks hugged her rear, before setting himself up again.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/08/Shadowrun_fashion_defnoir_by_raben_aas-d5pko80.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Street Name:</strong>Findley<br/><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong>Male Troll Street Dealer<br/><strong>Attributes:</strong>Body and Strength, Charisma and Willpower<br/><strong>Skills:</strong>Social, Combat<br/><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>African-American, 40's, straight<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Tracy Grimm<br/><br/>The big Black troll turned to the woman who just entered.  While he certainly dressed like an upper class kind of person, he seemed to lack the manners to stand up whenever a woman entered.  He seemed to be from the streets.  Still, he spoke nicely enough.<br/><br/>"Hello and welcome.  Come on in, have a seat, make yourself comfortable.  I'll be your Mr. Johnson for tonight.  Name's Findley."<br/><br/>A server came in wearing black thigh high stockings and matching black elbow gloves.  She had a white top that concealed most of her chest and stomach and white bottoms that barely covered her hips and ass.<br/><br/>"For me, two Johnny Walker Blues.  For the lady in the dress, a water.  For the lady in the vest..."  He waited for her to finish his sentence.<br/><br/>When the server left, Findley addressed her.<br/><br/>"You must be Tracy Grimm.  Heard a bit about you.  That you're pretty good with your hands.  And even better with your mouth."<br/>