Current Name:   Boingo<br/>Real Name:    Tim Whitestead<br/>Race: Elf    Height: 5'10"<br/>Sex: Male   Weight: 145lbs<br/>Eyes: Green    Hair: Green<br/>Birthdate:   May 20, 2045<br/>Birthplace:   Barrens Free Clinic<br/>Total Karma:   0<br/>Unspent Karma:   0<br/>Description:   Boingo is a lithe elf of average height, posessing an athletic build. His upper arms and back are covered in tattoos, and his long hair is usually dyed green and kept in dredlocks. He has several facial percings as well.<br/>Character Notes: Low Light Vision<br/><br/>Body:      6<br/>Quickness:   9<br/>Strength:   4<br/>Charisma:   5<br/>Intelligence:   5<br/>Willpower:   4<br/>Essence:   6<br/>Run Mult.:   3<br/>Magic:      6<br/>BioIndex:   0<br/><br/>Reaction:   7(11)<br/>Init. Dice:   1(3)<br/><br/>Pools<br/><br/>Karma:   1<br/>Combat:   9<br/><br/>Skills<br/><br/>Active<br/><br/>Athletics(Parkour):   5(7)<br/>Stealth:       4<br/>Clubs:         6<br/>Pistols:      3<br/>Etiquette(Street)   2(4)<br/>Negotiation(Fast Talk): 2(4)<br/>Artisan(Grafitti):   2(4)<br/><br/>Knowledge & Language<br/><br/>Gang Identification:   4<br/>Police Procedures:   5<br/>Humanis Policlub    5<br/>Flatvid Movies:      3<br/>Pirate Trid Broadcasts:   4<br/>Urban Brawl:      4<br/>English(Cityspeak):   3(5)<br/>English(RW):      1<br/>Sperethiel:      2<br/>Sperethiel(RW):   1<br/>Spanish:      1<br/><br/>Physical Adept Powers<br/><br/>Attribute Boost: Quickness (Level 4)<br/>Improved Reflexes (Level 2)<br/>Improved Ability: Athletics (Level 4)<br/>Great Leap (Level 4)<br/><br/>Edges & Flaws<br/><br/>Bonus Attribute Point(QCK):   2<br/>Exceptional Attribute(QCK):   2<br/>Police Record:         -6<br/>Bravery:         1<br/><br/><br/>Weapons<br/><br/>Type         Dmg   Con   Rch   Sht (4) Med (5) Lng (6) XtM (9)   Mode   Ammo   Wt.<br/>AZ-150 Stun Baton   8S Stun   5   1   -   -   -   -   -   -   1<br/>Streetline Special   4L   8   5   15   30   50   -   SS   6(c)   0.5<br/><br/>Armor<br/><br/>Type            Conc   Ball   Imp<br/>Form-fitting Full-Body Suit   12   4   1<br/>Tres Chic Clothing      -   -   -<br/><br/>Total            N/a   4   1<br/><br/>Cred: 131 Nuyen<br/><br/>Contacts<br/><br/>Xion (Rating 1) Rastafarian troll rollerblader. Boingo used to roll with him, back before being arrested. Now they occassionally hook up to bust Humanis heads.<br/>Doc Sampson (Rating 1) Ex-Street Doc, lives on the Seattle Monorail or in Monorail stations. Boingo brings the Doc food from time to time, as he knows the man won't leave sight of the rails.<br/><br/>Lifestyle<br/><br/>Redmond Barrens Squat (100/month)<br/><br/>Comforts:   Squatter<br/>Entertainment:   Squatter<br/>Furnishings:   Squatter<br/>Security:   Low<br/>Space:      Low<br/><br/>Flaw: Crashpad<br/><br/>Background<br/><br/>You know, when people look at me, they see nothing but a freaked out kid. Sure, I've got more tattoos that bare flesh on my upper body, I have neon green hair, and I twitch, but that's called energy bra, energy. There ain't nothing wrong with having energy. I'm not a kid though, but hell if they want to think it, that's all good. When people think you're just a kid, they tend to underestimate you. See, I've got the mojo in my blood, I'm fastwired and good to go. Toss me a piece and I can hit the target, but I prefer the club. I'm a non-lethal kinda guy really, out for a fast buck and some kicks.<br/><br/>But it's not the now you want, eh? It's the how. How'd I get here, into running? I mean running doesn't seem like my thing, but it's all about necessity. I grew up in a drekhole, to put it nicely. My parents were good folk, I loved 'em dearly, but they weren't so well off. Bein' poor and an elf in the Redmond Barrens, well that's not easy. Being poor, an elf, and in a section of the Barrens on the border of Renton (aka Seattle redneck central) well that is just crazy. I spent half my youth running from those Humanis motherfraggers, half of it causing them hell. That's what went and landed me in Johnny Law's lap in the end.<br/><br/>See, there was this one Humanis piece of Drek names Hammond Smythe; real lowlife bastard, who just happened to be a Wasp. That means he's rich, he's white, and he's human as they come. This Smythe fellow just happened to be the leader of a chapter of Humanis which had taken to trying to 'clense' my neighborhood. They'd sweep in en masse with food and money, but only for the humans. Any metas around were introduced to Tiny and Clem, and kindly asked to leave. When my folks refused, well they saw fit to beat my pop to a pulp. I didn't take too kindly to that, and I introduced Tiny and Clem to a baseball bat. And wouldn't you know it, not even four hours later the 'Star showed in my neighborhood for the first time in a decade, looking for little old me. I managed to duck them that first day, and damned if I was going to leave well enough be. Finding out where Smythe lived was simple; anything's simple when you know the right people. Now, I'm not sure what was running through my head when I went to Smythe's place, but seeing that a grade A waste of air like him could live in a mansion the size of the tenament building I grew up in, well it got me mad. So what does a teenager do when he's angry and rebelious? Well naturally he breaks all the windows on a guy's limo, spraypaints it, then covers it in gas and lights it on fire.<br/><br/>The 'Star managed to catch up with me while I was visiting my father in the hospital. Being that I was standing in front of my mother, I didn't want to put up a fight. So they cuffed me, and shipped me off to trial. Nice thing about being a kid when you're arrested, you don't serve time in a real prison. Still, three years in a juvenille facility, where I found out I was Awakened, well it wasn't a picnic. People find out you're an Adept, and they start thinking they need to prove something by fighting you. Spent a lot of time catching shit for ending fights other people started.<br/><br/>But now I'm out, back on the streets. My father actually managed to get a decent lawyer from the city, and launched a civil suit against Smythe, which got him and mom comfortably out of the Barrens (who says the system doesn't work), and me... well I couldn't quite go to live with them. The new neighbors don't take kindly to "tattooed gutter trash." So to save them greif I went out on my own. Problem is, there isn't exactly much legitimate work for uneducated ex-cons. So I do what comes naturally, I fight the man through the shadows. Can't say I'm the best, since those who do tend to wind up dead. But I'm good enough maybe I'll make my mark some day. Hell, can't help but try...