Post by LabRat on Mar 24, 2012 16:23:25 GMT -6
Don't have stats yet but I do have two short excerpts kinda giving details about who she was and her current situation, my 3 x 5 and brief timeline which will be flushed out later. It took longer than expected but hopefully this is a decent start.
The spacious office was serene with its creams and pearl grays. Rich mahogany furnishings and accents of lapis spoke of tranquility, which ironically was the antithesis of the man sitting in the plush cream leather chair and directing his glare across the long desk at which Anya was sitting. His face, an extraordinary color of puce was, at the moment, the most resounding color in the room. Anya had made up her mind to speak very slowly with no sudden movements unless her client goes into a fit of apoplexy.
“Mr. Briggs, you knew of my proposition before you started your venture. You paid and I delivered. Our business should have been concluded at that time.”
“Delivered? Delivered!” Sputtered Mr. Briggs, “Those crystals were marked! What the hell am I supposed to do with marked crystals? You never told me that little piece of information!”
Anya leveled her gaze at the little chubby man sitting before her. She had seen the same type come in to her office, all-star eyed at the prospect of striking it big. They only wanted to pay for the minimum, thinking with perseverance they could earn a lot with paying a little. Some played it shrewd and paid dearly for it, but those were the ones that had the greatest chance to succeed. Mr. Briggs of course fell in the former category rather than the latter.
“Mr. Briggs, need I remind you that you are in control of the information you purchase. You wanted to go treasure hunting. That’s well enough. You came to me asking for a place to look. I gave you the most viable option for your resources and man power. You merely paid for the Where and the When, but not the What and the How. You can see how this might cause some complications, but then, you were too eager now weren’t you?”
“Eager would have been the last thing on my mind if you would have had the decency to tell me what I would find!”
“Do not expect me to give up my craft for free. A painter might know what masterpiece he wants to put on canvas because it is in his mind’s eye. But spending the money for fine paints and brushes is what brings the masterpiece to fruition. The painter pays for art such as you pay for information. If you aren’t willing to pay, then like the painter, you have to settle for mediocrity.”
“But, but you knew!” whined Briggs
“And if you had paid, you would have known too.” Anya leaned forward with of breath of exasperation. She steepled her fingers and looked over Mr. Briggs with consideration. After a few brief moments she nodded slightly as if making up her mind.
“Okay,” She said, “I have one option for you. I think I might have a buyer. I could give you his contact information if you are willing to negotiate.”
Mr. Briggs cocked his head to one side, “A buyer? Are you saying that I might have to pay someone to take these things off my hands? No, I want no part of it. I walk away from the whole thing!”
“Come, come, now Mr. Briggs, you seem like the type of man who would like to recoup some of his expenses. Now I have the name of someone who is trustworthy, and I will personally guarantee him. All it takes is one meeting and this whole mess will be behind you.”
Now it was Mr. Briggs turn to weigh the options in his mind. Without a buyer he would be the owner of marked crystals. Somebody owned those crystals and obviously didn’t want them found. Dare he chance the owner find that he was the one who came upon them? No, it would be safer to get them off his hands. But marked crystals? Only a fool would buy such things. Unless that fool was wealthy and had the means to deal with them. Maybe even was desperate to buy them, marked or otherwise. If he played a good hand he could break even, or possibly make a profit yet.
“Very well, Ms. Steele,” Mr. Briggs said with some gravity. “I would like to come in contact with your buyer.”
“A wise choice. Of course, now I guess we do have some business to conclude.”
“Whatever do you mean, Ms. Steele?”
“Well sir, it is no surprise that I deal in information. And if I’m not mistaken, a buyer for you would be information that you would like to have. And I of course am willing to offer it, for a price. I would say an additional, oh, thirty percent of my original fee would be more than fair. I even gave you my repeat customer discount.”
Mr. Briggs coloring goes from puce to white, “But, but, think of the money I have given you already. The expense! You have swindled me, you wretched vixen.”
Anya gives a ghost of a smile before she rises and walks over to a console. She pushes a button from the sleek apparatus and out slides a data pad. She returns, and slides the pad over to a completely defeated Mr. Briggs.
“Make your transfer Mr. Briggs. My contact with be in touch with you and pretty soon this will be gone and all that remains is a man who is wiser. For he relied on the easy way to make all of his dreams come true.”
Mr. Briggs snatched the data pad. Thick fingers punch in the information at a speed otherwise thought impossible. With equal alacrity, the little man grabs his coat and is out the door with a huff.
Anya took a minute to rub her temples. She hated it when customers gave her headaches and this one was one big headache. After a while she reached over to her desk console and pushed a button. It was seconds before a clipped female voice echoed in the room.
“Mr. Robinson’s office,” the voice said.
“Ms. Steele asking to speak with Mr. Robinson at his earliest convenience.”
“One moment please,” the voice said.
After a few moments a rich baritone edged in iron filled the room.
“Ah, Ms. Steele, what a delight to hear from you. Doing well I hope? Now tell me, is your call for business or for pleasure?”
“Mr. Robinson, you know that I never made personal calls but thank you for your inquiry on my well-being. Do you remember our arrangement?”
“Why yes I do. I pay you for any information regarding the safety and security of my merchandise. I pay a flat fee for monitoring and you get a bonus for pointing out any…guilty parties.”
“Good, I’m glad you remember. On that note: I have a name.”
“Really?” Said the voice with interest, “And whose name might that be?”
“Mister Tully Briggs, Sir. I have good evidence that he found some of your merchandise and was interested in a buyer. Naturally, you would be the most interested buyer I could find.”
“Oh, Ms. Steele, I would be indeed interested in meeting the man who is clever enough to find what is mine. Now, I wonder how he was able to do that?
“Quite frankly, I told him to go there. You expressed in another agreement to inform others by making an example of someone willing to go after your goods, and you asked for discretion. I think I fulfilled both stipulations.”
There is a brief pause in which surprise was conveyed in the silence.
“Tsk, Tsk, Ms. Steele, you know some would consider that highly foolish.”
“Yes, well I would consider it highly profitable. Think of it as a bank charging interest. In the end you get what you want. And I get a bit more for my work, if I’m willing to take the risk. Speaking of work, Mr. Briggs is expecting your call.”
“Very well, I should look forward to the…negotiations. Good Day, Ms. Steele.”
“Good day, Mr. Robinson.”
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Anya sat tense at her desk, her spine ridged, and lip slightly swollen from worrying teeth. She was nervous; a feeling though fleeting in her life, she hated it nonetheless. A monotone chime brought her out of her reverie signaling that she had a call.
Courage, Steele. She thought to herself. This will be over soon enough.
Slowly with tapered fingers she pressed a button to receive the summons.
“Steele here.” She kept it brief hoping the tremor of her voice would go unnoticed.
“Ah, Ms. Steele,” An iron-clad baritone filled the room, “Our interludes are far too brief and infrequent. To what do I owe the pleasure of this meeting?”
Anya gathered up her courage and on shaky breath addressed the voice that all but suffocated her.
“Mr. Robinson, sir, there has been a problem. One of my informants got greedy and used our own information against us. He planned on making multiple hits but that was his downfall, and what ultimately tipped us off.
Unfortunately, he got away with a partial holding of one account. I regret to say that the account was yours.”
There was a long pause before the voice spoke again. It was cool and calculating. “I imagine that you are doing everything in your power to bring this person to justice, yet I insist on you releasing his information so that I may use my resources to bring back what is mine.”
“Of course sir, you will have it momentarily. May I offer you restitution for what has transpired? I pride myself on having the means to reimbursing my clients in full with an added sum for their troubles. This event was rare and tragic, sir. It is my hope that I can salvage some of this business relationship with an act of good will. “
There is a pregnant pause in the room followed by a lengthy sigh. The voice returns with what one would assume as genuine regret.
“Oh, my dear Ms. Steele. How I wish that this would have happened to any one of your clients but me. They might have accepted the restitution. No, unfortunately, you will have to be terminated.”
“I understand that might have been the case, Mr. Robinson. I have taken the liberty to secure the accounts that you had with us and terminate any agreements you had forthwith. But, please accept the restitution with my most sincere apology.”
“I shall certainly accept your apology but I think that you must have misunderstood my intention. Therefore, I shall speak plainly. It is with great regret that I must inform you that while I am a man of means, I am also a man of substantial reputation. Should that reputation weaken, my influence weakens as well. That is why I am faced with the decision that not only do I have to make an example of our wayward penny-pinching friend, but I need to send a more poignant message to my colleagues. “
Anya tenses, wide-eyed, waiting for what the voice has to say, her fate hangs in the silence that stretches across the room. The tension gathers and builds in intensity not unlike a storm that shall cause lightning to rain down upon her.
“However, our business relationship has been one of the highest caliber over the years. We have profited much from each other. That is why I am offering you this.”
“What are you offering?” Anya asks on shaky breath.
The voice returns with a deadly edge. “You have thirty six hours. Thirty six hours to settle yourself and your accounts. Thirty six hours to leave this life that you have so skillfully crafted.”
“Then what shall I do?” Anya asked in barely a whisper.
The voice gives a resounding chuckle, dark and ominous. “Then my darling, Mrs. Steele. You shall pray. Pray that I will never find you.”
With that the low hollow note sounds again to signal the call is disconnected. Anya rises unsure of what to do. Carefully she goes over and makes herself a drink. However, the drink goes untouched as Anya loses herself and crumples to the floor. A single broken sob shatters the silence.
Character 3x5
For your character, define the following:
3+ Motivations—loves, hates, fears; specific or general; positive or negative
Find somewhere relatively safe- She’s on the run now so she needs to find a position that is well concealed and inconspicuous. Being on a cargo ship is the last place they would look. ..in theory. Right now, she needs to stay hidden, and stay alive.
Needs Peace of Mind- Having an unseen enemy can take its toll on the human constitution and right now Anya’s morale is low. She would love a moment where she isn’t constantly looking over her shoulder or covering her tracks. But then that would mean that she would have to deal with Mr. Robinson.
Figuring out the future- On the impossibly small chance she might live through this, Anya needs to figure out the next step in her life. She’s relatively young, smart, and hopelessly ruined. The conglomerate world is all she knows so starting over is a big obstacle. For now she’s focusing on the small things…like being able to eat her next meal.
3+ Relationships—specific or general; individuals or groups; positive or negative (friends, family, rivals or enemies); may include other PCs, if that is a relationship that "defines" him; does not require a specific Trait, though it may be associated with one (Dependent, Ally, Enemy, etc.)
Reginald Steele- Anya’s father who regarded her as his jewel. He paid for her to have the best education and financed the startup of her first business. He considered her successful when she paid him back in full within the first five years. Is kept oblivious to the intricacies of her current business and doesn’t have an inkling to the darker turn her empire can take.
Mr. Robinson- Anya’s old client and now her adversary. A breech in security caused Anya to lose some of his trusted goods and now he thinks she should pay the price. A secretive, powerful, and dangerous man. Anya knew she was foolish to take him on as a client when she didn’t even know his whole name or seen his face. But then no risk, no reward. Unfortunately, it was a gamble in which she lost.
Geoffry Barrons- Ex-lover. Anya fell for him, she fell hard. And as a result, she let her guard down. That is why it was so heartbreaking to find out that he was using her for his own means. How much of the intel he got on her company she will never know. She also will never know if the men that she paid in a fit of wretched anger to find him and deal with him ever accomplished their goal. They would stop when the weekly installment of funds ceased.
3+ Downtime Activities—places to be found and/or things to be found doing when "off-duty"
-Has an intense love for late 20th century depictions of space or xeno species. (i.e. she’s loves a cheesy grade B sci-fi flick)
-Usually spends at least an hour a day writing thoughts in a journal. Since she isn’t able to talk to anyone about what she is really feeling, she spends time talking to “paper” instead.
-Loves kickboxing and before she ran spent 45 minutes a day practicing.
3+ Scenes—positive or negative; specific or general; specific to the character, not the party (though it may involve the party); something the Player wants to see occur
I would like to see a scene where Anya has a decision to make when it comes to putting trust/faith into a character. It could be that they find something about her past or that she has to confide something but this could be part of her ‘healing’ process.
Obviously, some of Mr. Robinson’s goons find her in some way and are after her. Whether or not the crew starts asking questions or not depends on the role-play and how it’s handled.
Anya comes across someone from her past life that can be considered a loved one or ally. Maybe her father, who doesn’t know what has become of her, and she is faced with the decision of confronting them or not.
1+ Past Defining Moment—positive or negative; any "distance" (could even pre-date the character, if it still "shapes" the character somehow)
The Verbacom scandle- It was at this point where Anya used her knowledge to do some insider trading and it paid off in a big way. This was the event that caused her decision making to take a darker turn and involved richer but seedier clients.
1+ Present Secret—positive or negative; does not need to be deep or dangerous, nor does it need to have a Disad associated with it; could be simple as "eats other people's lunch out of the fridge when nobody's looking" or "actually, really likes kids"
She sleeps with a stuffed elephant named “Tootie” that she’s had since she was a child. Strangely enough it brings her comfort.
Besides the obvious, she is truly struggling with finding herself again after being a cog in the corporate machine for so long. She did a lot of things of which she wasn’t proud. What scares her most is the temptation to go back (should the opportunity present itself) because it is all she knows.
1+ Future Goal—does not need to be something the Player wants; does not need to actually be feasible, but does need to be something the character will work toward.
She wants to learn how to trust people again and not see them as a means to an end.
She wants to have the “bounty” removed from her head (though at this point in time she has no idea how she’s going to do that).
She needs to figure out how she is going to be able to have a life/career when she isn’t a wanted person.
Character Time Line-
2174: On September 23rd Anya Steele born to Reginald and Mary Steele on Pacifica.
2182: Anya’s mother passes away
2189: Anya finishes prep school early and is considered to be extremely bright and intelligent, much to her father’s delight.
2190: Reginald Steele sends Anya to a leading university where she studies business, economics, and marketing.
2194: Anya graduates at the top of her class
2194: Anya starts her career at a Terra Futures LLC., a modest company dealing with future investments.
2196: Anya’s father buys out Terra Futures and entrusts Anya to manage his investment.
2200: Terra Futures shows exponential growth and is sold. Anya pays back her father’s initial investment and starts her own company, Steele Investments Inc.
2201:Verbacom scandal happens. Anya starts making ‘deals with the devil’
2202: Anya comes in contact with Mr. Robinson. She manages his illicit funds and both make a tidy profit.
2203: Meets Geoffry Barrons and starts a relationship. Falls hopelessly in love.
2204: Find out that her relationship with Barrons is a farce as Barrons takes off with intel about her company. Hires people to “deal with him”.
2204: After a security breach information regarding Mr. Robinson’s accounts is compromised. Mr. Robinson gives her an opportunity to run before he comes after her. Anya runs eventually coming upon Tomborro station.
The spacious office was serene with its creams and pearl grays. Rich mahogany furnishings and accents of lapis spoke of tranquility, which ironically was the antithesis of the man sitting in the plush cream leather chair and directing his glare across the long desk at which Anya was sitting. His face, an extraordinary color of puce was, at the moment, the most resounding color in the room. Anya had made up her mind to speak very slowly with no sudden movements unless her client goes into a fit of apoplexy.
“Mr. Briggs, you knew of my proposition before you started your venture. You paid and I delivered. Our business should have been concluded at that time.”
“Delivered? Delivered!” Sputtered Mr. Briggs, “Those crystals were marked! What the hell am I supposed to do with marked crystals? You never told me that little piece of information!”
Anya leveled her gaze at the little chubby man sitting before her. She had seen the same type come in to her office, all-star eyed at the prospect of striking it big. They only wanted to pay for the minimum, thinking with perseverance they could earn a lot with paying a little. Some played it shrewd and paid dearly for it, but those were the ones that had the greatest chance to succeed. Mr. Briggs of course fell in the former category rather than the latter.
“Mr. Briggs, need I remind you that you are in control of the information you purchase. You wanted to go treasure hunting. That’s well enough. You came to me asking for a place to look. I gave you the most viable option for your resources and man power. You merely paid for the Where and the When, but not the What and the How. You can see how this might cause some complications, but then, you were too eager now weren’t you?”
“Eager would have been the last thing on my mind if you would have had the decency to tell me what I would find!”
“Do not expect me to give up my craft for free. A painter might know what masterpiece he wants to put on canvas because it is in his mind’s eye. But spending the money for fine paints and brushes is what brings the masterpiece to fruition. The painter pays for art such as you pay for information. If you aren’t willing to pay, then like the painter, you have to settle for mediocrity.”
“But, but you knew!” whined Briggs
“And if you had paid, you would have known too.” Anya leaned forward with of breath of exasperation. She steepled her fingers and looked over Mr. Briggs with consideration. After a few brief moments she nodded slightly as if making up her mind.
“Okay,” She said, “I have one option for you. I think I might have a buyer. I could give you his contact information if you are willing to negotiate.”
Mr. Briggs cocked his head to one side, “A buyer? Are you saying that I might have to pay someone to take these things off my hands? No, I want no part of it. I walk away from the whole thing!”
“Come, come, now Mr. Briggs, you seem like the type of man who would like to recoup some of his expenses. Now I have the name of someone who is trustworthy, and I will personally guarantee him. All it takes is one meeting and this whole mess will be behind you.”
Now it was Mr. Briggs turn to weigh the options in his mind. Without a buyer he would be the owner of marked crystals. Somebody owned those crystals and obviously didn’t want them found. Dare he chance the owner find that he was the one who came upon them? No, it would be safer to get them off his hands. But marked crystals? Only a fool would buy such things. Unless that fool was wealthy and had the means to deal with them. Maybe even was desperate to buy them, marked or otherwise. If he played a good hand he could break even, or possibly make a profit yet.
“Very well, Ms. Steele,” Mr. Briggs said with some gravity. “I would like to come in contact with your buyer.”
“A wise choice. Of course, now I guess we do have some business to conclude.”
“Whatever do you mean, Ms. Steele?”
“Well sir, it is no surprise that I deal in information. And if I’m not mistaken, a buyer for you would be information that you would like to have. And I of course am willing to offer it, for a price. I would say an additional, oh, thirty percent of my original fee would be more than fair. I even gave you my repeat customer discount.”
Mr. Briggs coloring goes from puce to white, “But, but, think of the money I have given you already. The expense! You have swindled me, you wretched vixen.”
Anya gives a ghost of a smile before she rises and walks over to a console. She pushes a button from the sleek apparatus and out slides a data pad. She returns, and slides the pad over to a completely defeated Mr. Briggs.
“Make your transfer Mr. Briggs. My contact with be in touch with you and pretty soon this will be gone and all that remains is a man who is wiser. For he relied on the easy way to make all of his dreams come true.”
Mr. Briggs snatched the data pad. Thick fingers punch in the information at a speed otherwise thought impossible. With equal alacrity, the little man grabs his coat and is out the door with a huff.
Anya took a minute to rub her temples. She hated it when customers gave her headaches and this one was one big headache. After a while she reached over to her desk console and pushed a button. It was seconds before a clipped female voice echoed in the room.
“Mr. Robinson’s office,” the voice said.
“Ms. Steele asking to speak with Mr. Robinson at his earliest convenience.”
“One moment please,” the voice said.
After a few moments a rich baritone edged in iron filled the room.
“Ah, Ms. Steele, what a delight to hear from you. Doing well I hope? Now tell me, is your call for business or for pleasure?”
“Mr. Robinson, you know that I never made personal calls but thank you for your inquiry on my well-being. Do you remember our arrangement?”
“Why yes I do. I pay you for any information regarding the safety and security of my merchandise. I pay a flat fee for monitoring and you get a bonus for pointing out any…guilty parties.”
“Good, I’m glad you remember. On that note: I have a name.”
“Really?” Said the voice with interest, “And whose name might that be?”
“Mister Tully Briggs, Sir. I have good evidence that he found some of your merchandise and was interested in a buyer. Naturally, you would be the most interested buyer I could find.”
“Oh, Ms. Steele, I would be indeed interested in meeting the man who is clever enough to find what is mine. Now, I wonder how he was able to do that?
“Quite frankly, I told him to go there. You expressed in another agreement to inform others by making an example of someone willing to go after your goods, and you asked for discretion. I think I fulfilled both stipulations.”
There is a brief pause in which surprise was conveyed in the silence.
“Tsk, Tsk, Ms. Steele, you know some would consider that highly foolish.”
“Yes, well I would consider it highly profitable. Think of it as a bank charging interest. In the end you get what you want. And I get a bit more for my work, if I’m willing to take the risk. Speaking of work, Mr. Briggs is expecting your call.”
“Very well, I should look forward to the…negotiations. Good Day, Ms. Steele.”
“Good day, Mr. Robinson.”
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Anya sat tense at her desk, her spine ridged, and lip slightly swollen from worrying teeth. She was nervous; a feeling though fleeting in her life, she hated it nonetheless. A monotone chime brought her out of her reverie signaling that she had a call.
Courage, Steele. She thought to herself. This will be over soon enough.
Slowly with tapered fingers she pressed a button to receive the summons.
“Steele here.” She kept it brief hoping the tremor of her voice would go unnoticed.
“Ah, Ms. Steele,” An iron-clad baritone filled the room, “Our interludes are far too brief and infrequent. To what do I owe the pleasure of this meeting?”
Anya gathered up her courage and on shaky breath addressed the voice that all but suffocated her.
“Mr. Robinson, sir, there has been a problem. One of my informants got greedy and used our own information against us. He planned on making multiple hits but that was his downfall, and what ultimately tipped us off.
Unfortunately, he got away with a partial holding of one account. I regret to say that the account was yours.”
There was a long pause before the voice spoke again. It was cool and calculating. “I imagine that you are doing everything in your power to bring this person to justice, yet I insist on you releasing his information so that I may use my resources to bring back what is mine.”
“Of course sir, you will have it momentarily. May I offer you restitution for what has transpired? I pride myself on having the means to reimbursing my clients in full with an added sum for their troubles. This event was rare and tragic, sir. It is my hope that I can salvage some of this business relationship with an act of good will. “
There is a pregnant pause in the room followed by a lengthy sigh. The voice returns with what one would assume as genuine regret.
“Oh, my dear Ms. Steele. How I wish that this would have happened to any one of your clients but me. They might have accepted the restitution. No, unfortunately, you will have to be terminated.”
“I understand that might have been the case, Mr. Robinson. I have taken the liberty to secure the accounts that you had with us and terminate any agreements you had forthwith. But, please accept the restitution with my most sincere apology.”
“I shall certainly accept your apology but I think that you must have misunderstood my intention. Therefore, I shall speak plainly. It is with great regret that I must inform you that while I am a man of means, I am also a man of substantial reputation. Should that reputation weaken, my influence weakens as well. That is why I am faced with the decision that not only do I have to make an example of our wayward penny-pinching friend, but I need to send a more poignant message to my colleagues. “
Anya tenses, wide-eyed, waiting for what the voice has to say, her fate hangs in the silence that stretches across the room. The tension gathers and builds in intensity not unlike a storm that shall cause lightning to rain down upon her.
“However, our business relationship has been one of the highest caliber over the years. We have profited much from each other. That is why I am offering you this.”
“What are you offering?” Anya asks on shaky breath.
The voice returns with a deadly edge. “You have thirty six hours. Thirty six hours to settle yourself and your accounts. Thirty six hours to leave this life that you have so skillfully crafted.”
“Then what shall I do?” Anya asked in barely a whisper.
The voice gives a resounding chuckle, dark and ominous. “Then my darling, Mrs. Steele. You shall pray. Pray that I will never find you.”
With that the low hollow note sounds again to signal the call is disconnected. Anya rises unsure of what to do. Carefully she goes over and makes herself a drink. However, the drink goes untouched as Anya loses herself and crumples to the floor. A single broken sob shatters the silence.
Character 3x5
For your character, define the following:
3+ Motivations—loves, hates, fears; specific or general; positive or negative
Find somewhere relatively safe- She’s on the run now so she needs to find a position that is well concealed and inconspicuous. Being on a cargo ship is the last place they would look. ..in theory. Right now, she needs to stay hidden, and stay alive.
Needs Peace of Mind- Having an unseen enemy can take its toll on the human constitution and right now Anya’s morale is low. She would love a moment where she isn’t constantly looking over her shoulder or covering her tracks. But then that would mean that she would have to deal with Mr. Robinson.
Figuring out the future- On the impossibly small chance she might live through this, Anya needs to figure out the next step in her life. She’s relatively young, smart, and hopelessly ruined. The conglomerate world is all she knows so starting over is a big obstacle. For now she’s focusing on the small things…like being able to eat her next meal.
3+ Relationships—specific or general; individuals or groups; positive or negative (friends, family, rivals or enemies); may include other PCs, if that is a relationship that "defines" him; does not require a specific Trait, though it may be associated with one (Dependent, Ally, Enemy, etc.)
Reginald Steele- Anya’s father who regarded her as his jewel. He paid for her to have the best education and financed the startup of her first business. He considered her successful when she paid him back in full within the first five years. Is kept oblivious to the intricacies of her current business and doesn’t have an inkling to the darker turn her empire can take.
Mr. Robinson- Anya’s old client and now her adversary. A breech in security caused Anya to lose some of his trusted goods and now he thinks she should pay the price. A secretive, powerful, and dangerous man. Anya knew she was foolish to take him on as a client when she didn’t even know his whole name or seen his face. But then no risk, no reward. Unfortunately, it was a gamble in which she lost.
Geoffry Barrons- Ex-lover. Anya fell for him, she fell hard. And as a result, she let her guard down. That is why it was so heartbreaking to find out that he was using her for his own means. How much of the intel he got on her company she will never know. She also will never know if the men that she paid in a fit of wretched anger to find him and deal with him ever accomplished their goal. They would stop when the weekly installment of funds ceased.
3+ Downtime Activities—places to be found and/or things to be found doing when "off-duty"
-Has an intense love for late 20th century depictions of space or xeno species. (i.e. she’s loves a cheesy grade B sci-fi flick)
-Usually spends at least an hour a day writing thoughts in a journal. Since she isn’t able to talk to anyone about what she is really feeling, she spends time talking to “paper” instead.
-Loves kickboxing and before she ran spent 45 minutes a day practicing.
3+ Scenes—positive or negative; specific or general; specific to the character, not the party (though it may involve the party); something the Player wants to see occur
I would like to see a scene where Anya has a decision to make when it comes to putting trust/faith into a character. It could be that they find something about her past or that she has to confide something but this could be part of her ‘healing’ process.
Obviously, some of Mr. Robinson’s goons find her in some way and are after her. Whether or not the crew starts asking questions or not depends on the role-play and how it’s handled.
Anya comes across someone from her past life that can be considered a loved one or ally. Maybe her father, who doesn’t know what has become of her, and she is faced with the decision of confronting them or not.
1+ Past Defining Moment—positive or negative; any "distance" (could even pre-date the character, if it still "shapes" the character somehow)
The Verbacom scandle- It was at this point where Anya used her knowledge to do some insider trading and it paid off in a big way. This was the event that caused her decision making to take a darker turn and involved richer but seedier clients.
1+ Present Secret—positive or negative; does not need to be deep or dangerous, nor does it need to have a Disad associated with it; could be simple as "eats other people's lunch out of the fridge when nobody's looking" or "actually, really likes kids"
She sleeps with a stuffed elephant named “Tootie” that she’s had since she was a child. Strangely enough it brings her comfort.
Besides the obvious, she is truly struggling with finding herself again after being a cog in the corporate machine for so long. She did a lot of things of which she wasn’t proud. What scares her most is the temptation to go back (should the opportunity present itself) because it is all she knows.
1+ Future Goal—does not need to be something the Player wants; does not need to actually be feasible, but does need to be something the character will work toward.
She wants to learn how to trust people again and not see them as a means to an end.
She wants to have the “bounty” removed from her head (though at this point in time she has no idea how she’s going to do that).
She needs to figure out how she is going to be able to have a life/career when she isn’t a wanted person.
Character Time Line-
2174: On September 23rd Anya Steele born to Reginald and Mary Steele on Pacifica.
2182: Anya’s mother passes away
2189: Anya finishes prep school early and is considered to be extremely bright and intelligent, much to her father’s delight.
2190: Reginald Steele sends Anya to a leading university where she studies business, economics, and marketing.
2194: Anya graduates at the top of her class
2194: Anya starts her career at a Terra Futures LLC., a modest company dealing with future investments.
2196: Anya’s father buys out Terra Futures and entrusts Anya to manage his investment.
2200: Terra Futures shows exponential growth and is sold. Anya pays back her father’s initial investment and starts her own company, Steele Investments Inc.
2201:Verbacom scandal happens. Anya starts making ‘deals with the devil’
2202: Anya comes in contact with Mr. Robinson. She manages his illicit funds and both make a tidy profit.
2203: Meets Geoffry Barrons and starts a relationship. Falls hopelessly in love.
2204: Find out that her relationship with Barrons is a farce as Barrons takes off with intel about her company. Hires people to “deal with him”.
2204: After a security breach information regarding Mr. Robinson’s accounts is compromised. Mr. Robinson gives her an opportunity to run before he comes after her. Anya runs eventually coming upon Tomborro station.