Cerulean Blue is tired of living on the streets. She had hacked together a deck from discarded parts and managed a few small runs on her own against a handful of minor corps. Nothing to write home about, especially since she got caught. But before her stint in juvie she managed to rake in enough to set her up with a “decker’s suite” of nanocomp and related cybergear. Then Lone Star showed up at her door and even her jury-rigged deck was taken from her. Now she’s out with no place to go. Or at least that’s what she thought. She was contacted online by a fixer who sought to use her abilities to turn a nice profit. The mysterious figure fronted her an almost respectable deck and the contact information for a group of shadowrunners. So now she’s on her way to a meet, in a club she’s not old enough to get into, to join up with people who probably have big weapons. She’s not sure about the whole situation, but the promise of more money than she’s ever seen is motive enough. Time to get off the streets.
House Rules
No special house rules for Blue.
