<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Vivian "Reed" MacEachern</span></strong><br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Image</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/b1/cd/c5/b1cdc5beae156238a08548daa41449f3.png)<br/></div></div><br/><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Height</strong><br/></td><td>5'5"<br/></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Weight</strong><br/></td><td>108 lbs<br/></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Hair color</strong><br/></td><td><strong>black</strong><br/></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Eye color</strong><br/></td><td><strong>red</strong><br/></td></tr><tr><td></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Role</strong><br/></td><td>Solo<br/></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Reputation</strong></td><td>1</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Background</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: right;"><em>March 17th 2038, 7:34 pm</em></div><br/>Thomas Belham climbed the steps up to the top floor of the decrepit three story building, following the faint thudding sounds that had caught his attention. The moment he emerged from the staircase his face was hit by rain drizzling in through the vast open patches in the once intact roof. And there, at the other end he could make out the source of the noise.<br/><br/>Vivian.<br/><br/>The raven haired girl must be about twelve years old by now, though she was small for her age. She had told him her parents had been Scottish immigrants that earned their living as low level wage slaves. Until they had been killed in a gang related <em>incident</em> a year ago. And the girl was smart enough to realize that the corporate run orphanage was a bad idea. Children without legal guardians were no longer people, they were assets to be used for company profit. As guinea pigs, for example. So she had run.<br/><br/>Now she was staying with him, sort of. He owned a hardware store, and business was going well enough with the construction everywhere, so he was trying in his evenings to teach a handful of street rats some basic education. The girl was smart, really, and the only one who showed up on time for every single lesson. Outside of that she was running errands for the workers around town, fetching this and that and getting some leftover kibble or even the occasional eurobuck for her services. Enough to not starve.<br/><br/>Right now, though, she was acting kind of strange. She had tied a few old pillows around one of the support beams and was methodically kicking at them. He stepped closer and called out to her "Vivian, what on earth have those pillows done to you?" She was startled briefly, then turned to face him with a shy smile. "Nothing, Mr. Belham" she greeted him "I am just doing it like it is shown in the book ..." She pointed to the old table in the corner. <br/><br/>Looking over he could indeed see a book lying flipped open atop the old piece of furniture. Yellowed and with torn edges it clearly had seen better days. He picked it up and looked at the cover "The Comprehensive Taekwondo Compendium" he read aloud. "Where did you get that?"<br/><br/>"In one of the old and abandoned buildings ..." she replied, her attention already back to the cushioned support beam. "It is dangerous out there, so I better learn to defend myself, isn't that right Mr. Belham?" she asked as another kick landed with an audible <em>thud</em>.    <br/><br/>It probably was, he had to agree. He mused what a sorry state the world had come to when the one thing the looters had left behind were books.<br/><br/><div align="center">~*~</div><br/><div style="text-align: right;"><em>August 9th 2043, 10:17 pm</em></div><br/>Poor girl.<br/><br/>Jimmy, known to most of his associates only as the Lizard, watched with a rubberneck's morbid curiosity the catastrophe in making on the other side of the street. Two gangers had cornered a black haired girl, barely an adult, and he knew what they were going to do to her would not be pretty. He also knew that he could do little to change it, other than add himself to the casualty count. No point in being sad about it, that was the way the world worked.<br/><br/>Ouch! That must have hurt!<br/><br/>The girl had kicked out, quite quick in fact, and one of the thugs was lying curled up on the ground, both hands clutching his crotch. Already she was on the other one. She did not care that he must be twice her weight, she barraged him with a series of kicks and punches. Rather well aimed kicks and punches, he had to admit. In no time that other guy went down as well, knocked out cold.<br/><br/>There was little that surprised him these days, but that display had. The girl knew how to fight, and she had talent. He knew such talent when he saw it, in fact he made his living off it.<br/><br/>Loudly clapping his hands together in genuine applause he began to cross the street towards her. "Girl, we should talk. This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship."  <br/><br/><div align="center">~*~</div><br/><div style="text-align: right;"><em>September 22nd 2043, 9:54 am</em></div><br/>"What are these?"<br/><br/>Jimmy gave Vivian a bemused look as she sat upright in her bed, hands clutching her tits through the thin fabric of the hospital gown. There was an irritated subcurrent in her voice. <br/><br/>"Why, they are breasts" he replied smugly "Every woman has a pair of them."<br/><br/>"I know what breasts are ..." she retorted immediately. "But when I went under the anesthetic ... what was it, a week ago? ... I did not have such massive udders."<br/><br/>Ahh yes, time to come clean. <br/><br/>"Well, you see ..." Jimmy began to explain "while the dear doctor was working on you to install all those nifty gadgets to keep you alive in the ring, I asked him to add a little extra to your breasts as well. Don't worry, it is vat grown tissue, the good stuff. No implants. No one likes plastic tits." At least he did not "And even better, now you can work out as hard as you want, they won't go away." He had also arranged for some subtle cosmetic surgery on her face, but why bring that up right now?<br/><br/>That did not fully satisfy her. "I figured as much ..." her voice trailed off, if only briefly. "But why? You said I was going to fight in the ring. What do I need those hooker tits for there? Hell, they might even slow me down, as heavy as they feel right now."<br/><br/>"See, girl ..." he began again, sitting down on the foot end of the bed "the sad truth is, how much money you earn in the ring is only loosely related to how good a fighter you are. The one thing that really matters is how badly the audience wants to watch you fight. And with those knockers ..." he pointed his right index finger right at her chest "... they <em>will</em> want to watch you fight."   <br/><br/><div align="center">~*~</div><br/><div style="text-align: right;"><em>November 3rd 2043, 10:58 pm</em></div><br/>This must be a joke, right? Something the twisted mind of the Lizard considered good entertainment?<br/><br/>Frank "Bulldozer" Borka was a veteran of many fights. An imposing bearded figure standing 6'4" tall. At age 39 his best years might be behind him, but under his gut there were enough muscles still to put up a good fight against anyone. And now he was supposed to fight a girl half his age and half - if it even was that much - his weight?<br/><br/><em>"And in the blue corner. She bends like reed and she hits like a rhino. The new and upcoming Viviaaan MacEacheeeeeern"</em> the announcer blared over the loud speakers. Frank had never heard of her before, must be her first fight. Well, it was her decision to step into the ring with him. It would be her fault if she get hurt.<br/><br/>"Say, little girl" he called out to her as they closed in on each other. "Why don't we skip this unpleasant punching and kicking and instead I show you how the Big Borka can make you feel good?"<br/><br/>She did not even flinch, nor acknowledge his taunt. Her stare was empty and focused at the same time. It was almost unsettling.<br/><br/><div align="center">~*~</div><br/><div style="text-align: right;"><em>November 3rd 2043, 11:03 pm</em></div><br/>The soulless light of the neon lamps stung his eyes as Frank regained his consciousness. His memory returned in fragments, and the last thing he remembered was her heel hitting his face. Just thinking about it made his jaw throb. What a fight. No, that had not been a joke. The girl had been fast, and the one or two times his fists had connected she had barely flinched. And yes, she had hit like a rhino.<br/><br/>There, between all the lights blinding him her face appeared, hovering over him. The neon surrounded her like a halo. And she extended one arm to help him get back up. Casually she remarked "Does the offer with your dick still stand?"<br/><br/>Frank Borka summarized his reaction to that inquiry with pinpoint accuracy in a perfectly articulated <em>"What???"</em><br/><br/><div align="center">~*~</div><br/><div style="text-align: right;"><em>November 4th 2043, 0:17 am</em></div><br/>She had been serious, he still could not believe it. Now the girl that an hour ago had handed him his ass was lying on her stomach underneath him and moaning with delight every time he drove the Big Borka into her wanton folds. And while he was aching in more spots than he could count his cock was unharmed. The girl was so tight he was oblivious to the pain. What a great ending to a night that had started out so miserably.   <br/><br/><div align="center">~*~</div><br/><div style="text-align: right;"><em>September 2nd 2044, 5:41 pm</em></div><br/>"Your next opponent will be Carl Radcliffe" Jimmy the Lizard sat behind his desk, hands held before him with finger tips pressed against each other, and looked over at Vivian who was seated across. "The fight will be a month from now"<br/><br/>"Snakebite? That weasel?"<br/><br/>Jimmy had to agree, Carl 'Snakebite' Radcliffe had a certain resemblance to a ferret, and not only regarding his facial features. The notorious sadist was known less for his fighting prowess but more for how he treated women in private. No female joined him in his chambers voluntarily. Rumor had it he even invited a paying audience on occasion.<br/><br/>"What are the odds at the bookmakers?" Vivian inquired, not particular fazed by the prospect of fighting her next opponent.<br/><br/>"You are a 7:1 favorite"<br/><br/>"Figures, he shouldn't be much of a challenge."<br/><br/>"But yet you will lose" The lizard's expression was stern and serious as his fighter reacted with the expected irritation.<br/><br/>"You want me to <em>intentionally</em> lose to that ... asshole? Why?" The confusion was quite apparent.<br/><br/>"I just told you, the betting odds are 7:1. There is a fortune to be made, and I won't let that opportunity pass ... No!" he shut her down as she wanted to speak up again. "I discovered you. I made you." His voice rose a pitch. "I invested in you. A lot. Now is the time to pay back. NOT ... ANOTHER ... WORD. Understood?"<br/><br/>Vivian nodded. Slowly.<br/><br/><div align="center">~*~</div><br/><div style="text-align: right;"><em>October 5th 2044, 7:03 am</em></div><br/>"You really handed Snakebite a beating the other night." Frank complimented her as he pulled up his pants. The girl was still lying naked on the bed and looking up at him. Oh, those tits. And how she had taken care of his morning wood. Too bad they did not get to fuck more often these days. "Jimmy must be happy."<br/><br/>"No" Vivan shook her head. "Not at all." Like always her tone was dispassionate. "He wanted me to lose so he could win big with the bookies. But I did not, He had crossed a line with that." There was a rare flare of emotion in that last sentence<br/><br/>Frank froze, and then stared at her, now visibly concerned. <br/><br/>"That is not good. He may be a despicable lowlife, but he can make your life miserable, you know?"<br/><br/>"No, again." she told him as she shifted to lie on her side "No longer. Apparently he had debts with the Badgers up north, so he let them in on his scheme. They were not happy, and he has been found in a back alley yesterday. Minus his cyber audio and his neural link."<br/><br/>That did not really make him feel better "So now the Badgers are after your ass? That isn't really an improvement." <br/><br/>"Maybe ... " the girl mused "Gossip has it for them Jimmy was the main culprit. And they are many blocks away and have their plate full with other stuff. I probably should not cross their territory, but I doubt they have the resources for a large scale man hunt." It was weird how calmly she took all this.   <br/><br/>Frank nodded. He was not happy about this, but there was also very little he could do for her. Except for ... he had an idea.<br/><br/>"So what are you going to do now? To ... you know ... pay rent and such?" After what she had pulled with Jimmy no other promoter would want to work with her.<br/><br/>She was silent for a few moments. "I'll find something" she finally said "I hear they are looking for bouncers over at the Steelworks"<br/><br/>"Well ..." Frank sat down on one of the two chairs and turned to face her once again. "I might have something for you. You ever heard of Slick Jack? He is a small time fixer, but he occasionally hires me as his bodyguard. Figures with my fat ass around thugs will think twice about messing with him.<br/>Now, though, he is invited to some kind of celebration, or congregation, or such. And he has a hunch that one of his <em>friends</em> wants to off him on that occasion. So he would love to bring more muscle. Problem is, it's frowned upon to bring more than one bodyguard, and we have to wait outside." He smirked, clearly unhappy. "You, on the other hand ... We put you in a nice dress and you can pass as his arm candy. Follow him everywhere. What do you think?"<br/><br/><div align="center">~*~</div><br/><div style="text-align: right;"><em>October 10th 2044, 11:43 pm</em></div><br/>Slick Jack mustered the raven haired girl as he brought out his wad of cash and started counting eurobuck notes. Her dress was torn in several places. A shame, it had cost a small fortune. But it would have been an even bigger shame had he been killed tonight.<br/><br/>"I never knew what a lethal instrument a table spoon could be" he joked. "But how did you know it was him?"<br/><br/>"A trained waiter always serves from the left" came her flat response. <br/><br/>He acknowledged this with a nod and added another 100 bucks to the agreed upon amount before he handed the cash over. She had definitely earned it.<br/><br/>"I was very satisfied with your service tonight ..." If she took that the wrong way she did not show it. "In fact I have a friend who might be in need of your talents as well. Would you want me to make an introduction?"     <br/><br/></div></div><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Lifepath</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Cultural Region</strong></td><td>Western Europe</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Personality</strong></td><td>Aloof and detached</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Clothing Style</strong></td><td>Leisurewear</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Hairstyle</strong></td><td>Long and wavey</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Affectation you are never without </strong></td><td>Mirrorshades</td></tr><tr><td><strong>What do you value most</strong></td><td>Power</td></tr><tr><td><strong>How do you feel about most people</strong></td><td>I stay neutral</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Most valued person in your life</strong></td><td>Myself</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Most valued possession you own</strong></td><td>A book</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Original background</strong></td><td>Megastructure Warren Rats</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Childhood environment</strong></td><td>In a decaying, once upscale neighborhood, now holding off the boosters to survive.</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Family crisis</strong></td><td>Your family was killed, and you were the only survivor.</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Friend</strong></td><td>A former lover and fuck buddy. Frank Borka</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Friend</strong></td><td>My childhood mentor. Thomas Belham</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Your life goals</strong></td><td>Gain power and control</td></tr><tr><td><strong>What kind of solo are you?</strong></td><td>Bodyguard</td></tr><tr><td><strong>What's your moral compass like?</strong></td><td>Will occasionally slip and do unethical or bad things, but it's rare.</td></tr><tr><td><strong>What's your operational territory?</strong></td><td>Whereever the money takes me</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Who is gunning for you?</strong></td><td>A boostergang I may have tackled earlier. The Beavers</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Statistics and Cyberware</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Stats</strong></td><td></td></tr><tr><td><strong>INT</strong></td><td>8</td></tr><tr><td><strong>REF</strong></td><td>8</td></tr><tr><td><strong>DEX</strong></td><td>8</td></tr><tr><td><strong>TECH</strong></td><td>2</td></tr><tr><td><strong>COOL</strong></td><td>4</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WILL</strong></td><td>8</td></tr><tr><td><strong>LUCK</strong></td><td>3</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MOVE</strong></td><td>8</td></tr><tr><td><strong>BODY</strong></td><td>7</td></tr><tr><td><strong>EMP</strong></td><td>(6) 2</td></tr><tr><td></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Health</strong></td><td>50</td><td><strong>Seriously wounded</strong></td><td>25</td><td><strong>Death Save</strong></td><td>7</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Humanity</strong></td><td>(60) 20</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Skills</strong></td><td>Lvl</td><td>Stat</td><td>Base</td></tr><tr><td></td></tr><tr><td>Combat Awareness</td><td>4</td><td></td><td></td></tr><tr><td>Athletics</td><td>6</td><td>DEX 8</td><td>14</td></tr><tr><td>Brawling</td><td>6</td><td>DEX 8</td><td>14</td></tr><tr><td>Conceal/Reveal Object</td><td>6</td><td>INT 8</td><td>14</td></tr><tr><td>Concentration</td><td>6</td><td>WILL 8</td><td>14</td></tr><tr><td>Contortionist</td><td>6</td><td>DEX 8</td><td>14</td></tr><tr><td>Conversation</td><td>2</td><td>EMP 2</td><td>4</td></tr><tr><td>Education</td><td>2</td><td>INT 8</td><td>10</td></tr><tr><td>Endurance</td><td>6</td><td>WILL 8</td><td>14</td></tr><tr><td>Evasion</td><td>6</td><td>DEX 8</td><td>14</td></tr><tr><td>First Aid</td><td>2</td><td>TECH 2</td><td>4</td></tr><tr><td>Human Perception</td><td>2</td><td>EMP 2</td><td>4</td></tr><tr><td>Language (English)</td><td>4</td><td>INT 8</td><td>12</td></tr><tr><td>Language (Streetslang)</td><td>2</td><td>INT 8</td><td>10</td></tr><tr><td>Local Expert (???)</td><td>2</td><td>INT 8</td><td>10</td></tr><tr><td>Martial Arts (Taekwondo)</td><td>6</td><td>DEX 8</td><td>14</td></tr><tr><td>Perception</td><td>6</td><td>INT 8</td><td>14</td></tr><tr><td>Persuasion</td><td>2</td><td>COOL 4</td><td>6</td></tr><tr><td>Shoulder Arms</td><td>6</td><td>REF 8</td><td>14</td></tr><tr><td>Stealth</td><td>6</td><td>DEX 8</td><td>14</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Cyberware</strong></td><td>Humanity Cost</td></tr><tr><td>Cybereye x2</td><td>14</td></tr><tr><td>-- Anti-Dazzle x2</td><td>4</td></tr><tr><td>-- Lowlight/Infrared/UV x2</td><td>6</td></tr><tr><td>Subdermal Armor (SP 11)</td><td>14</td></tr><tr><td>Nasal Filters</td><td>2</td></tr><tr><td>Contraceptive Implant</td><td>0</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Total</strong></td><td>40</td></tr></tbody></table><br/></div></div><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Lifestyle and Gear</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Weapons</strong></td><td>Chadran Arms "Jungle Reaper" (Poor quality assault rifle)</td></tr><tr><td></td><td>Basic Ammunition (assault rifle) x50</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Equipment &amp; Personal Gear</strong></td><td>Agent</td></tr><tr><td></td><td>Carryall (Duffel Bag)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Fashion</strong></td><td>Leisurewear (Bottoms, Top, Jacket, Footwear) x 2</td></tr><tr><td></td><td>Generic Chic (Bottoms, Top, Jacket, Footwear)</td></tr><tr><td></td><td>Bohemian (Bottoms, Top, Jacket, Footwear)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Lifestyle</strong></td><td>Kibble</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Housing</strong></td><td>Cargo Container</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Total monthly cost</strong></td><td>1100eb</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Eurobucks</strong></td><td>40eb</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div>