This bloke has just wandered into my Known Space campaign. He's a bit of an arse.
Homeworld: Scotland/EU/Earth, later Aquila/Aquila
Age: 39
Str: 7 +0
Dex 8 +0
End 10 +1
Int 11 +1
Edu 8 +0
SS 9 +1
Entertainer/Artist
5 terms, Rank 5
1 Found a
patron, legendary punk artiste/label owner Harry Blackteeth (formerly
of Bad McTatt and the Picts) +2 advancement
2 Criticise
political leader – gain +1 in Investigate and an enemy
3 Gets a
number one hit, +1 on any benefit roll
4 Need
for more and more dubious implants leads into the criminal
underworld, gain Streetwise
5 Become
part of Aquila's celebrity circle, gain Persuade 1 due to ability to overawe the little people
Benefits –
160,000 Cr, 2 contacts, +2 Social, +1 Int
Skills
Persuade 0
Steward 0
Science
(Cybernetics) 0
Art
(Holography) 0
Carouse 0
Deception
1
Investigate
1
Persuade 1
Engineering
(Electronic) 1
Computers 1
Streetwise 1
Art (Instrument) 4
Gear
Cybernetic
implants – Cyber legs (advanced) Double speed, +2 to any athletics
rolls involving legs
Enhanced
Brain - + 1 Intelligence, computer interface, skill chip gives extra +1 Art (Instrument) skill
Radio Ears –
pick up and transmit radio
Enhanced Eyes -
general information chip, scleral surface veins rearranged in circuit board pattern to look Cybergothy
Moodaliser (as mood chip, but runs multiple programmes), with external surface update in the from of a glowing icon on his forehead
Cyberskin
(+1 AP, resist cold/heat)
Depending
on local law he will carry a monoblade and/or a laser pistol, though
he has no idea how to use either properly and has a bodyguard for duffing over the disrespectful.
60%
cybered, Sanity 0 (see Cybernetics notes)
Has a 200 ton yacht/tourbus, 'Ebonite Soul'.
Biography
Young Alec
Lamplugh was Gothpunk Revival fan back in the 2280's (Gothpunk being
the latest incarnation of Goth which had been revived every 50 years
or so since the legendary Winter of Gloom of 1983, when hairspray
supplies in Leeds were down to one half empty can and people made
their own black lipstick with beef dripping and coal dust). He went
on the local club circuit and was picked up by Harry Blackteeth, the
front man for agit-thrash-celto-punk Bad McTatt and the Picts, who
encouraged him in his latent obsession with cybernetics, turning him
into a 'Cybergoth' and giving him the stage name 'Alpha Geek Omicron 1234'.
Harry sensed that this distant, moody and nerdy
young synth player needed only a bit of a kick to turn him into a
proper rock and roll loon, reducing his career and probably lifespan
but boosting his earning power. Alpha Geek Omicron was busted for being a wirehead
(sending current directly into the pleasure centres of his brain),
beating the rap by claiming it was the only way to control the
weltschmerz and ennui brought on by inhabiting meatspace (well, Dundee). He led a
failed campaign against the banning of mood chips in Scotland, though
his fellow campaigners exposed the Scottish Home Secretary, Angus
Davis, as using an Aggression Dial to up his vehemence levels during
parliamentary debates ('Wee Angus goes up to 11' was one of Alpha
Geek's biggest hits in his home country.)
He left
Scotland and settled on Aquila, where though cybernetic enhancement
was still banned, he was a bigger fish in a smaller pond, and became
one of the planets biggest rock stars, going on interstellar tours
back into the core sectors to play ever larger gigs and spend time
at various dodgy and experimental clinics having yet more of his
biological substance replaced by silicon, rubber and stainless steel.
Alpha Geek
is an impressive looking bloke, seven feet tall (he has had the pale ginger Scottish legs he was born with replaced by springloaded
metal ones a couple of feet longer), covered in black rubberised
skin, with various bits of chrome stuck on in a rather obvious way, a
big up yours to the many in Known Space who regard cyber enhancement
as dangerous, uncool and very, very nerdy. He is also completely
barmy, a manic depressive with more than a touch of megalomania, but
a lot of people take this as side effects of being a rock star rather
than of being mostly robotic. He leads a peculiar peripatetic life on
his yacht/tour bus 'Ebonite Soul', sometimes arriving like royalty
with full pomp and circumstance, other times slinking on and off a
planet dressed head to foot in bandages like a burn victim. He spends a lot of his time in a sensory deprivation tank while a
computer feed sends randomised signals to his moodaliser and records
the resulting musical output from the synth and composition computer built into
his brain and spinal column.
Every now
and again he will spend some time 'dead', going into a low berth for
way beyond the recommended time limits, as way of avoiding taxes and
extending his lifespan. He has announced his intention to live
forever several times and has (very expensively) downloaded a rough
simulacrum of his personality into a number of computers he calls
'beta geeks'. He has sent beta geeks out to do gigs for him.
He claims the performance was in fact better though several times
when this has happened the audience demanded their money back.
He has a
number of full time roadies, sycophants, cyberneticists and
bodyguards who treat him as royalty, he might be be angling to become
a cult leader of sorts. All his followers sport cyber enhancements,
and unkind and paranoid types say he uses these to control his
entourage.
He knows
and can call on Harry Hurley, leader of the New Dorset Independence
Party and current heir apparent to the Microsoft Corporate Kingdom (the CEOship has become
hereditary since Microsoft became a constitutional monarchy in the revolution of 2216) Prince Louis Kimball-Gates XIV, who are both fans. (Note: The XIV is a serial number, the Kimball-Gates family clone themsleves then choose the sanest and least mutated to ascend the throne).
Aplha Geek is currently on tour and is stopping off at Annabel's Grave to organise the rescue of her poor misunderstood brain from the depths of a frozen sea.
Aplha Geek is currently on tour and is stopping off at Annabel's Grave to organise the rescue of her poor misunderstood brain from the depths of a frozen sea.
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