Saint, Elf Samurai Shaman

Spirit: Dark, cold, calm, experienced, street wise, never doubts what he is doing, courageous, strong honor codex like any street samurai. Cyber is cool for him, and he likes the matrix, unlike many other shamans. Firearms specialist. Views the world as battlefield and a hunters playground.

Wisdom is the highest priority on his list, greatly aided by his fotographic memory. In his mind, he is the street and the street is him, and he never hesistates to conjure help from the city. A dark hunter in the sprawl, he kills when neccessary, but he always asks the spirits of the plex for their advice and opinion. It just feels better.

Weaknesses: Terrible behaviour at day, aggressive beast-of-prey attitude, sometimes too spirit oriented.

Magic: A shamanic conjurer. His totem Owl gives him great power at night when his race comes alive. At day Owl is as helpless as he is. Following her ways, Saint is a elegant hunter and a reticent keeper of dark secrets.

Clothing: Completely black. Black tailored security underwear combine with black combat boots and black imitation leather gloves. Over all a black kevlar duster with many inner pockets and holsters. Saint never wears hats to cover his head, being too proud of his night elven race and descent to hide. This isnt the guy to mess with.

Weapons: Two weapons, a pistol and an assault rifle. The Browning Ultra Power heavy pistol with integrated laser marker, internal smart, is the ideal weapon through superiour concealability. And for the heavy runs, there is always the Colt M22A2 assault rifle with integral grenade launcher, internal smart and with enhanced gas recoil compensation. Saint has no close combat weapons. His Aikido ability is enuf to defeat any foe. Of course, these techniques could always be improved with the right teacher.

Born in the puyallup barrens as the last of eight children of spanish elven immigrants, Saint was the first anomaly to appear among his family. Nonetheless his family didnt reject him - they had seen enuf about human ignorance in the past to know that almost everything is normal. And as he acted and behaved like a normal kid, no one seemed to see a problem. His brothers and sisters were all his protectors, willing to beat up anyone who dared to make a fun of their "special" brother. Most of the time they all spent together with the neighbourhood kids playing on the street, protected by the local spanish gang El Dios, consisting only of spanish people, whatever their race.

Saint's parents took care of their kids learning reading and writing and learning a school equivalent, as they knew that without knowledge there would be no future. Saint and his siblings learned fast and diligently, being called the "brains" by everyone - until they prooved their fighting ability. The oldest siblings were already members of El Dios, thus protecting the kids against any random gang or police raid.

With 9 years Saint was old enuf to hold a knife - and to join the gang. He decided to be a thief, as he had developed a lot of natural abilities. Aided by his fotographic memory, his orientation sense and his gum joints, there was no place where he couldnt go. Ambidexterity allowed him to use all things with equal ease even in the most wicked situations, and his inner clock let him never miss the right occasion. He stole a lot - weapons, drugs and valuables, and he even spied after the enemy gangs with all his courage, making him a valuable gang scout even at that early age. He played around with the firearms and had much fun with them.

When Saint became 11 years he switched slowly from a spy to an assassin. He already had exceptional firearms skills as he always had held some weapons back and trained secretly with them, and competing against the ever-threatening mafia was now his primary game. Having the perfect body and mental abilites for that kind of job, it was no wonder that not much later the Yakuza contacted him to take some mafia members down silently. Saint agreed, and secretly before his parents and his gang he earned a lot of money from these assassination jobs. One year later he quit this activity as the street began to rumor about the "kid assassin".

At age 13 Saint had become a fully accepted gang member. His pistols and aussault rifle skills were astonishing. The other gang members who always had accepted him as something special, called him the "swat cop" due to his use of heavy weapons and refusal of brutal close combat techniques. It was this time when he met the mysterious Beatrice Dumont for the first time. She taught him a lot about style and magic, and as Saint was very eager for knowledge, he spent some time of every day at her. His parents were pleased by such a good kid. Saint stopped unneccessary killing due to her influence.

With 14 years Owl came to call him. Every night he could hear her cry among the skies. He started to see things that couldnt be seen, discovered the astral plane and, with Beatrice's help, he conjured his first hearth spirit. His whole view of the world changed, and Saint suddenly discovered that life was in everything of the plex. Wherever he came, he called the spirits of the place to aid and to talk to him. It was a wonderful new dimension.

Then, the Spiders came. Somehow they had managed to know about his gold allergy flaw, and with a quick strike, they kidnapped him in order to brainwash and enlist him in their gang. Fortunately, El Dios didnt sleep. 6 hours later the whole gang assaulted the Spiders hideout, using industrial explosives to burn the place. When they were finished, the few Spiders gangers lungering at that place were dead, and Saint was rescued. However the Spiders had done serious damage. Until today Saint has flashbacks whenever seeing someone stuck in a web, and a light arachnophobia remains. Inexplicably, the Spiders never wrecked revenge upon El Dios.

One year later Saint was a psychotic and aggressive killer who only gradually became a bit calmer. Owl would need another two years of whispering her wisdom to him to bring him back to humanity, and the regular meets with Beatrice did also help. With his deadly firearms precision, Saint killed a lot of people in these days. A mysterious exception was the swat cop Nicolas Turtle. Although a much hated and feared executioner in the puyallup barrens, they both ended up many times with the gun pointing towards the other heads, but somehow no one ever pulled the trigger. With Owl's help, Saint met the surprised Nicolas in his preferred jazz bar. At this day, a close friendship started, eventually bringing Saint back on the way of sanity.

At age 15 the great war against the mafia began. The don had decided that this area had to be controlled at any price, and the mafia began to raid the whole district. El Dios engaged in resistance. A bloody trail ran through the area. Two of Saint's brother were killed. Saint shot mafia members too many to count. Nicolas, who always had wanted to get out of Lone Star and become a freelancer, left the corp and engaged as a street samurai on his side. The mafia killer Mario was sent to assassinate him. A street spirit warned Saint, and after dancing naked on their tables and being treated by their women in a most sexual way, the bloody pack of meat formerly known as Mario was delivered to the don. The war waged three weeks, erasing half of El Dios and bringing painful losses for the don, until the yakuza took advantage of the situation and dispelled the mafia. Saint and Nicolas joined some yakuza operations as external technicians, working as shadowrunners side by side for three years.

Then, as Saint was 19, Nicolas got out of biz; he had managed his final run with loads of cash to burn and now retired to be a fixer. Beatrice continued teaching him along with some other pupils. Saint left the gang and his home completely, now living on his own. All of the work was done, and he was free to start his own life. Eventually he left yakuza business too.

At this time Saint is a deadly assassin with the ghosts as his allies. Owl guards his ways. Nicolas watches his back. Beatrice guides his way. Mario wants his ass. Destiny awaits.