Prometheus
[sblock=Description]Prometheus is a young human in his early twenties. He has black hair and a matching goatee. He is skinny and slightly underfed. He dresses in current street fashion, though all of his clothes are well worn. When he speaks he cannot help a distinctive southern drawl.[/sblock][sblock=Personality]eNFj - the Teacher. Unfortunately, much of the giving side of his personality has been beaten down by his time on the streets. Even in that environment, he still tries to mentor those new to underbelly of society. His planning capabilities have helped him significantly, enabling him to get a handle on the complex details needed to pull of a shadowrun.
His inherent trust has been significantly blunted. He's been let down too many times. He now expects minimal capabilities and will spend a lot of effort checking to insure others are performing as he expects. Unfortunately, that has lead to the perception that he does not trust easily. The opposite is true. He trusts readily, but for far less than expected.
He does not expect to get out of the shadows. The ability to reunite with his family is a fantasy. He is still trying to improve his place within his chosen profession, but his long term goals are far more pragmatic than idealistic.[/sblock][sblock=Background]How's the magic business? Doing well enough by me. There's not as much money to be made down here, but the pros far outweigh the cons. See I was identified as magically capable just before my first year of school, so I got a full ride. I got special classes and my parents didn't have to pay a thing. We were barely scrapin' by so that helped some. School was fun at first until I started to see the inequity. See, if you worked the hardest, you could excel even if you didn't have money. But if you had money, it didn't matter how hard you worked. Everyone thought you were great even if you didn't know the difference between Macmaster's Theory of Astral Contact and Wainwright's ideas on Astral Emanation. I was one of the former and worked hard. I knew the system was skewed and didn't want to get caught on the underside. That was mostly reasonable until we got close to adulthood and the corps began to start sniffing around. Then the problem became money which bred politics. Great Spirits! The politics! Everyone was after a prime corp spot and like good future sararimen and women, we bought into it hook, line and sinker. I made it through 2 years of college before I had a good friend die. He knew the rituals as well as I did, but he hadn't paid enough attention to his limits. His cynotic blue face will never fade from my memory. I was given medical leave for a semester with the expectation that I would continue learning magic. I learned all right. I learned how many students die each year. Lives snuffed out to satisfy someone else greed. Then the trouble started. I withdrew from school. The corporations that were bankrolling my education didn't like the loss of their investment. Can you imagine, me, an investment? Anyway, they started laying pressure on my family which became increasingly more violent. But I learned my lessons well. They had no interest in my family. They wanted me. So I vanished. A couple of years ago, I patched up a decker. He was willin' to look in on them for me. They're still alive and scrapin' by. Company's leaving them alone for now. But it'll still be quite a while before I can get back home. Meantime, I don't mind helping my former benefactor's to share the wealth, one shadowrun at a time.[/sblock]
