Name: Gear
Agility 3
Speed 2
Balance 2

1 spare discipline point

7 actions/round

Alertness - Average
Charisma - Average
Craft/Profession – Poor
Driving – Below Average
Education – Above Average
Intimidation - Poor
Language – Above Average (English, French, German)
Matrix Lore – Below Average
Medicine - Poor
Stealth – Above Average
Street Smarts - Poor
Thievery – Above Average
Zion Politics – Poor

Sean Walker, aka Gear, was a smart kid, but never a good student. He wasn’t a popular kid either, he was weak and scrawny looking. He could never pay attention in school, it was just boring. The only reason he was accepted into respectable, private schools was because of his father’s influence. When he should be doing homework or going to the current crappy job he had, he was instead messing around on his computer and playing video games. He always wished he could live in a game.
This wish came true. In his free time, Sean had become quite a hacker, and had found out that the world didn’t seem to be “right”. He had heard about things that shouldn’t be able to happen, such as people leaping over rooftops and the like. He began to look into this.
He doesn’t really remember how it happened, but soon he was out of The Matrix and into the real world. He was a little surprised about the truth, but the main thing he was thinking about was “Wow, I have the chance to do some pretty cool shit. It’s like a freakin’ video game!”
Unfortunately, Sean was too young to join a crew, so he spent his year or two of limbo time training in certain programs. He never did any of the boring ones, only ones that he was interested in. Fun programs, video game like programs.
Now, Sean has just joined his crew, and is feeling pretty confident about his abilities. (Yes, essentially he is a n00b. Bear with him, he’s cool!)

Appearance!
Hair: Black, short, and messy.
Age:19
Weight:200 lbs
Height: 6 foot 3 inches
Clothes: Black suit and black pants. He wears a lime green shirt under his suit coat and a black tie. Don’t forget the sunglasses!

Ch0/SeN

Name:Crunch
Agility 2
Endurance 2
Strength 3

1 spare discipline point

3 actions/round

Alertness - Average
Charisma - Average
Craft/Profession – Poor
Driving – Average
Education – Below Average
Intimidation - Above Average
Language - Below Average
Matrix Lore – Average
Medicine - Average
Stealth – Poor
Street Smarts - Above Average
Thievery - Poor
Zion Politics – Poor

Davis Miller was a street punk. But he was a tough street punk. And he was smart enough to use his talents to survive in the urbanized projects he lived in. Davis, or "Crunch" as he liked to be called, hung out with in a gang, mugging people and causing all around mischief.

One day, Davis and his buddies were hanging around the basketball court, when a chick in a trenchcoat sprinted past him while reloading a shotgun. He saw three of his friends MORPH into dudes in suits straight out of the X-Files. They chased after the chick. The feds ran faster than anyone he had ever seen. When he finally caught up, he saw the chick and one of his buddies lying dead right by an old pay-phone booth that was apparently ripped apart by a hail of bullets.

Davis never forgot what happened, and eventually used the public computers at the library to research on what happened. His journey led him to conspiracy theory messageboards and chatrooms speaking about the "Matrix" and a group of hacker/terrorists. Eager to learn more, he eventually tracked down and set up a meeting with a terrorist.

Davis met up with the terrorist. After learning the truth, Davis decided that this would probably be the noblest and toughest thing he would ever do. Crunch forced his way to the resistance.

Crunch is of African-American heritage, around 6 feet tall, and is 24. He wears a white suit and tie, with a black dress shirt, sparkling clean white sneakers, and of course, mirrored sunglasses. Many resistance fighters commented that Crunch looks just like a negative photo of an agent.

M-a-c-h-i-n-e

Name: Zero
Awareness - 3
Endurance - 2
Strength - 2

1 spare discipline point

3 actions/round

Alertness - Above Average
Charisma - Below Average
Craft/Profession - Above Average
Driving - Exceptional
Education - Poor
Intimidation - Poor
Language - Below Average
Matrix Lore - Above Average
Medicine - Poor
Stealth - Poor
Street Smarts - Poor
Thievery - Poor
Zion Politics - Average

Background:
Mark Richtenbaum isn’t German as the name implies, infact, he was born in America after his parents escaped from Germany around the end of WW II, at the age of 13 and 15. Mark was born in the 60’s, when their parents were older. As soon as he began to go to school, he looked into activities like fixing stuff and wrestling, with great success.
It soon became clear that he wasn’t the kind of person to “Sit around in an enclosed space and listen”. He barely made it into high school and continued as a practice degree, instead of studying. The people who he worked around were all very supportive of his actions, and this also went in the wrestling area. He even won a state champion in the late 70’s.
Later in his life, when he somewhat abandoned the idea of wrestling he became a worker in a shop where pretty much anything mechanical was fixed. (Including guns) He later became the owner of the shop, and worked along his fair band of black friends. After a while of working with guns he started owning some weapons that he found to be interesting.
He achieved his height of his career in the early 90’s, when the Computer became the new commodity. From the money he amassed, he went into the computers and got the hardware part instantly, but it took many-many years for him to learn to be even moderate level. In the later times he suddenly got a big thing for computers, and studied and practiced nearly all of his spare time.
In his grading, he achieved the level of Master Hacker just around time of Neo being released. Earlier in his life he felt that something were strange, but at those times he started noticing such things that couldn’t make sense in a world where physics are so strong, that amplified in his life. Finally, he was being looked after and was contacted. He totally cooperated and insisted of knowing the truth.
“So soon?” the voice asked on the phone.
“Yes” he replied, “I want to know whats going on, and I have barely anything to lose that really matters to me.”
“All right, look out your window.”
He looked out.
“Yes, that’s me in the phone booth, now, be ready in 2 minutes.”
He quickly put on one change of cloths and followed the person to a car where they briefed him of the situation. He was soon enough out of the Matrix.
It took him a while to get used to the facts. He even dreaded that he decided so hastily and wished to go back. Time passed and he soon found the comfort of computers and mechanics around himself to sooth with. Now, he is in a crew of a ship… you can’t imagine how happy he is…

Personality:
Since Mark "worked" in an agressive inviroment, he takes direct approach of the problem by elimitaing it in the first place. Hes not the guy that can be bothered easily, and will finish whatever job is given to him, unless told so.

Description:
It is ceratin that he isnt the birghtest star on the sky, and that also shows in his wear. Hes 5' 8", thick muscley built, looks around 35 years old. Hair is buzzcut, brownish color. He wears a jean trench coat, a pair of slightly used jeans, heavy duty military boots, and an armless T-shirt. All his wear is black.

Stefanf (NPCing)

Name: Turret
(let's just say he's pretty good)
 

Appearance:
Turret is big. Really big. He’s tall enough to tower over most people, and heavily built with a healthy combination of fat and muscles. He has very short hair and a look in his eyes saying he means business. Anybody he stands directly in front of starts feeling quite uncomfortable.
He’s wearing black jeans and a leather jacket over a T-shirt. There’s always some offensive phrase on his T-shirt.

Personality:
Turret is a man of the direct approach. Although he’s generally a nice guy, he doesn’t like wasting time on being friendly when there’s a job to be done. He greatly respects like-minded people, if he knows that they’re better than him.

Background:
Quite remarkably, Turret (or Jonathan Sharpe, as his mother used to call him) has been part of a gang specialized in hacking for anyone with money. Besides helping with several hacks, Turret’s job was to collect money from people who didn’t pay, something he and his lead pipe were very good at.
One night, when the entire gang was together at their headquarters, two agents who knew of all their hacks paid them a visit. Determined to stay out of prison, the gang tried to fight their way out. To everyone’s astonishment, nothing seemed to stop the agents. They simply ignored blows to the head, punched everyone all around the room and bullets seemed to pass right through them.
Many of Turret’s mates were killed and he was arrested along with the rest. After spending three years in prison, he was anxious to find out what the hell those agents were. Searching all over the Internet, he found out about the Matrix and the rebellion. When he was given the choice of the pills, he took the red pill without doubt. Not only because it seemed like the right thing to do, but also because he wanted to avenge his mates.
After doing several missions with various crews, he got his own ship when the fleet was enlarged.

ShadoWolf

Name - Silva
Balance - 2
Speed - 2
Strength - 3

1 spare discipline point

7 actions/round

Alertness - Below Average
Charisma - Above Average
Craft/Profession - Below Average
Driving - Below Average
Education - Above Average
Intimidation - Below Average
Language - Below Average
Matrix Lore - Above Average
Medicine - Poor
Stealth - Below Average
Street Smarts - Average
Thievery - Poor
Zion Politics - Below Average

Rachel Bridger, or Silva, grew up in the noisy London district Chelsea, where she lived with here father and younger sister. Silva's father always said that her mother died because of a car accident, but Silva never believed him, because something told her it wasn't a car accident that made her mother die. She started digging, the first thing she came to know was that her mother never died, at least not according to the authorities. She was already a nice hacker and she started to dig in the databases of the CIA and the FBI. There she found out that her mother was a former terrorist, and that she just disappeared one day. The next morning her cell phone rang, and a female voice told her to get to the big warehouse a couple of blocks away. When she arrived therea woman in black told her to choose between the red and the blue pill, she took the red. She found out that the female was her mother and the captain of a vessel. She wanted to be just like her and started to train in the programs, now that she's old enough to join a crew, Silva's ready and waiting.

Silva is always dressed in white, her long trenchcaot is white, her shirt under the trenchcoat is white, her pants are white and so are her boots. Even her hair is almost white, and goes down to her shoulders. Silva's not very tall, 5'6", and a lightweight, 135 lbs, but don't underestimate her because she's stronger then most of the people in Zion and can match Agents.

Moonchill

Name - Liz
Agility - 3
Awareness - 2
Speed - 2

1 spare discipline point

7 actions/round

Alertness - Exceptional
Charisma - Below Average
Craft/Profession - Poor
Driving - Poor
Education - Below Average
Intimidation - Poor
Language - Average
Matrix Lore - Below Average
Medicine - Poor
Stealth - Exceptional
Street Smarts - Poor
Thievery – Above Average
Zion Politics - Poor

One day Liz was dragged along with her mother. "We are leaving, pack your stuff." was all She said. Not seeing any reasons to object Liz decided to do so.

They stole things for a living. Liz and her mother did. They didn’t have a lot of money. Most of it came from the stuff Liz or her mother stole. Her mother thought her things Liz needed to know. Liz was proud of her. She was really good at what she did, Liz used to think. It was amazing to see how easy she could open a window without making a sound. She could disable alarms. "And she teaches this to me, my mom", Liz thought quite proud. Liz loved her mom. Very much.

They also had a computer. Liz’s mom spent a lot of time using it. It was a old one, but that didn’t matter was what her mother said. And, well, then it had to be true. Liz used to surf the web on it now and then. Not too often though. Her mom rather not want her too.

After five minutes she was done. They didn’t have a lot of stuff, so there wasn’t a lot to pack for her. Liz stood waiting at the front door with her old giraffe.

"Let’s go" She said. She picked Liz up and left the building. They got on a bus. After what looked like a long ride they stepped out. "Here it is" she said. "What?" Liz inquired. "Our new future." She replied with a smile upon her face.

Liz had to adept to her new life in the Zion. Liz had to stay home when she went out to fix things. That was new for her. Liz used to go along with her mom. Liz demanded to go along. Liz’s wish was halfway granted. She got to go with another ship.

Liz was quite happy. The times she spent with her mother were great. They were free.

Look: Liz is a 11 year old girl. And she looks like it. She hasn’t started to develop into a girl yet. She is about four and half feet tall. She has chestnut hair that reaches to just below her shoulders. She normally wears it in braid. Her eyes are a dark green color, kind of the color you imagine when you think of a deep forest. She has a very open face and here eyes tend to be completely opened. When in the matrix she wears a dark blue skirt, which goes to just above her ankles. Above that she wears a white blouse unbuttoned at the very top button, over that a dark gray jacket that zips up in the front.