Bram "Raven" Corvallan

Unlucky Hitman with a Pretty Face


== Info ==
Street Name: Bram “Raven” Corvallan
Name: Bram Corvallan
Movement: 15/37, Swim: 6
Karma: 0
Street Cred: 0
Notoriety: 2
Public Awareness: 0
Elf M Age 25
Height 6’0" Weight 130 lbs
Composure: 10
Judge Intentions: 10
Lift/Carry: 11 (90 kg/60 kg)
Memory: 6
Nuyen: 0

== Attributes ==
BOD: 4 (5)
AGI: 5 (10)
REA: 4 (9)
STR: 3 (6)
CHA: 7
INT: 3
LOG: 3
WIL: 3
EDG: 2

== Derived Attributes ==
Essence: 0.75
Initiative: 7 (12)
IP: 1 (3)
Matrix Initiative: 3
Matrix IP: 1
Physical Damage Track: 11
Stun Damage Track: 10

== Active Skills ==
Animal Handling : 0 Pool: 2
Animal Training : 0 Pool: 2
Archery : 0 Pool: 9
Armorer : 0 Pool: 2
Artisan : 0 Pool: 2
Blades : 1 [Knives] Pool: 11 (13)
Climbing : 4 Pool: 10
Clubs : 0 Pool: 9
Computer : 0 Pool: 2
Con : 4 Pool: 20
Cybercombat : 0 Pool: 2
Data Search : 0 Pool: 2
Demolitions : 0 Pool: 2
Disguise : 4 Pool: 7
Diving : 0 Pool: 4
Dodge : 0 Pool: 8
Escape Artist : 0 Pool: 9
Etiquette : 4 Pool: 20
First Aid : 3 Pool: 6
Flight : 4 Pool: 10
Forgery : 0 Pool: 9
Gunnery : 0 Pool: 9
Gymnastics : 4 Pool: 14
Hacking : 0 Pool: 2
Hardware : 1 [Maglocks] Pool: 4 (6)
Heavy Weapons : 0 Pool: 9
Infiltration : 4 Pool: 14
Instruction : 0 Pool: 6
Intimidation : 0 Pool: 6
Leadership : 4 Pool: 20
Locksmith : 0 Pool: 9
Longarms : 0 Pool: 9
Navigation : 0 Pool: 2
Negotiation : 4 Pool: 20
Palming : 4 Pool: 14
Parachuting : 0 Pool: 4
Perception : 3 [Visual] Pool: 9 (11)
Pilot Ground Craft : 1 Pool: 10
Pilot Watercraft : 0 Pool: 8
Pistols : 6 [Semi-Automatics] Pool: 16 (18)
Riding : 0 Pool: 8
Running : 4 Pool: 10
Shadowing : 4 Pool: 7
Survival : 0 Pool: 2
Swimming : 4 Pool: 10
Throwing Weapons : 0 Pool: 9
Tracking : 0 Pool: 2
Unarmed Combat : 0 Pool: 9

== Knowledge Skills ==
Area Knowledge: Stillwater : 2 Pool: 6
English : N Pool: 0
Firearms : 1 Pool: 5
Japanese : 2 Pool: 6
Literature: Cheesy Romance : 2 Pool: 6
Mandarin : 2 Pool: 6
Music: Classical Acoustic : 2 Pool: 5
Sperethiel : 3 Pool: 7
The Saints : 2 Pool: 6

== Contacts ==
Lillian Questes, Black Marketer/Arms Dealer (4, 3)
Sister in law to one of the Birds. Helped him get some gear back. Will
help again for the right price
The Birds, Old Buddies (2, 5)
Bram’s old gang, or what’s left of it. Currently dissolved, and they’re
working in above-board jobs now, but they’ll give what (non-shooting)
help they can if he asks

== Qualities ==
Albinism (tied to Changeling)
Bad Luck
Celerity (tied to Changeling)
Changeling (Class III SURGE)
Distinctive Style (tied to Glamour)
Extravagant Eyes (tied to Changeling)
First Impression
Glamour (tied to Changeling)
Hawk Eye (tied to Changeling)
High Pain Tolerance (Rating 1) (tied to Changeling)
Incompetent (Automatics)
Low-Light Vision
Restricted Gear (Rating 2)
SINner (Criminal) (A ludicrously long rap sheet)

== Lifestyles ==
Low 1 months

== Cyberware/Bioware ==
Attention Coprocessor Rating 3
Mnemonic Enhancer Rating 1
Muscle Augmentation Rating 2
Muscle Toner Rating 4
Reaction Enhancers Rating 2
Suprathyroid Gland
Tailored Pheromones Rating 3
Vocal Range Enhancer
Wired Reflexes Rating 2

== Armor ==
Form-Fitting Full-Body Suit 6/2
+Nonconductivity 6
SecureTech PPP Armor (Ensemble) 2/4
Actioneer Business Clothes 5/3

== Weapons ==
Ceramic Knife
+Personalized Grip, Melee
Pool: 12 (14) DV: 4P AP: – RC: 0
Defiance EX Shocker
Pool: 16 DV: 8S(e) AP: -half RC: 0
Eichiro Hatamoto II
+Quick-Draw Holster
+Improved Range Finder
+Smartgun System
Pool: 18 DV: 7P AP: -1 RC: 0
Morrissey Alta
+Quick-Draw Holster
+Spare Clips
+Chameleon Coating
+Improved Range Finder
+Laser Sight
+Personalized Grip
+Smartgun System
Pool: 19 (21) DV: 5P AP: -1 RC: 1
Morrissey √Član
+Concealable Holster
+Spare Clips
+Chameleon Coating
+Personalized Grip
+Smartgun System
Pool: 18 DV: 4P AP: – RC: 1
Unarmed Attack
Pool: 9 DV: 3S AP: – RC: 0

== Commlink ==
Erika Elite (3, 3, 3, 4)
+Empathy Software Rating 3
+Iris Orb
+Suite: Basic User [Analyze 2, Browse 2, Command 1, Edit 2]

== Gear ==
Ammo: EX-Explosive Rounds (Heavy Pistols) x20 (For Hatamoto
Ammo: Hi-C Plastic Rounds (Holdouts) x10
Ammo: Regular Ammo (Heavy Pistols) x80
Ammo: Subsonic Rounds (Heavy Pistols) x30
Ammo: Taser Dart (Tasers) x10
Autopicker Rating 4
Contact Lenses Rating 3
+Flare Compensation
+Image Link
Earbuds Rating 3
+Audio Enhancement Rating 3
+Select Sound Filter Rating 3
Glasses Rating 4
+Flare Compensation
+Vision Enhancement Rating 3
Maglock Passkey Rating 1
Maglock Sequencer Rating 3

Mapsoft (Stillwater) Rating 6
Medkit Rating 6
Nanopaste Trodes
Stealth Tags x60
Subvocal Microphone
Tag Eraser
Wire Clippers

== Vehicles ==
Thundercloud Contrail (Racing Bike)
+Vehicle Sensor

== Karma Expenses ==

== Nuyen Expenses ==


Bram Corvallan’s luck has been pretty much all over the map. He went into the hospital as a kid with a massive SURGE attack, severe neuromuscular degeneration, and a slim chance to live, but he came out a little sharper, a little tougher, a little faster, and a whole lot prettier, with a full life ahead of him. His family got killed or crippled by a corp-constructed bridge built horribly wrong collapsing on top of them, but unlike most people he got a chance to hit back at them with some help from a local runner gang called “The Birds”. And when that ended with him flinging their decker out of the line of a lot of fire and explosions, they spotted the pay for the recovery, and a bunch of ware to make sure it wouldn’t happen again, and made him a full member of the team!

“The Birds” were called such because they all nicknamed themselves after the feathered fiends, with varying levels of appropriateness and irony. The orc gourmand with a bit of a drug habit was “Linnet”, and the balding troll with the awesome sword moves was “Eagle”, among others in their twenty-so strong group, so naturally the charming, albino-white pretty face of the group got the name “Raven”. Bram didn’t mind. The Birds were cool people, had a bit of a code of honor going—“Birds of a feather” and all that—and he took to sweet-talking his way into parties, getting targets alone, headshotting them with his concealed holdout, and running away from the top floor laughing like a ring in a phone.

Of course, that life went completely to hell when his last would-be target turned out to be an extremely powerful Awakened, something that most certainly had not been in the mark description. His wingmen had been burned down, and Bram’s attempt to shoot her with one of their submachine guns ended with it jamming into full auto fire, jumping out of his hand, and hitting him in the leg. Twice. (He still doesn’t care for them, at all.) He was quite ready to join his friends as roast fowl, but instead the target just waved her hand a bit, chanted a few words, said she had a much more interesting punishment in mind for him, bid him leave, and disappeared.

Extremely confused, he started making his way away from the attempted ambush site on his motorbike, and was about to call the rest of the Birds about how everything had gone to bits when he ran into some private police. Unfortunately for him they stopped the bike for a busted taillight…then searched it and found the drugs he was holding for Linnet…and the military grade sniper rifle…and when he tried to say he had permits for them the fake SIN he gave them came back with errors. So he got hauled back to the station, whereupon he found out that one of the Birds, appropriately called Pigeon (although that had been because he sat back at their safehouse all day, hacked security cameras, and stuffed his face with buns), had turned State’s Evidence and ratted them all out in exchange for immunity.

He got hauled before a court hearing where the list of the charges against him took a freakishly long time. It started with illegal possession of cyberware, firearms, and drugs (granted), went up to assault, murder and conspiracy to murder (they had it coming!), back around to smuggling (those were medicines!), and generally bounced all over the merry misadventures of the Birds. Bram was willing to accept execution for all of his supposed “crimes”, especially since he figured he could get it tied up in appeals, charm the shit out of guards and inmates, and live reasonably comfortably.

Except that at the sentencing, his file got mixed up with another elf, a cyberpsychotic who turned extremely violent towards himself and others, in the presence of stimuli no one could figure out, and didn’t have longer than a week to live. That OTHER guy got the death penalty, and Bram paled when he found out he got “life imprisonment, without parole, to be kept under strict isolation, sedation, and sensory deprivation regimes for the duration.” For the other guy it would have been a relatively peaceful last few hours or days. For Bram it meant a couple of centuries or more COMPLETELY isolated from the outside world, utterly helpless and unable to do anything to save himself. A fate worse than death. Probably what that old witch had in mind all along.

“Lucky” for his health and sanity, he “only” had to survive serving time in a liquid filled tube, with one IV full of tranquilizers in one arm and one filled with saline in the other, for a few weeks…even if it felt like years, sensory deprivation really screws with your perception of time…before the five Birds that were still free and clear broke into the prison, pulled him out, and got the hell out of dodge. With Pigeon a traitor and the rest of the gang dead, they agreed to get out of the country and start afresh elsewhere. They chose Stillwater, UCAS, since it seemed like a reasonably bustling, but also quiet, place to settle down, and one of them had a brother there. They managed to bring Bram back to lucidity by the time they arrived, and with one final wave off, the Birds dissolved and most of its members went into more legal activities.

But not Raven. He’d been badly shaken by the time he’d served and he knew it, but he also desperately wanted to convince himself that he still had his “mojo”, as it were, and that his time inside hadn’t completely broken him. And so with help from Mrs. Questes, he rearmed and reequipped himself with familiar standbys and went off to join the local runners. And as it happened, the first group he came across was the Saints. A few familiar jobs to get back into the swing of things, and he’d feel much better.


Bram "Raven" Corvallan

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