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Name: Unknown
Alias/Handle: Emer Tor
Age: Late forties? Early fifties?
Ethnicity: Somewhere from the old world
Birthplace: Unknown
Appearance: She cuts a tall figure, lean muscle tempered by a flashy jacket and an easy smile. Her piercing blues will find you across the club floor. You'll look at her sharp cheekbones, kissed by a knife; at her fine nose, the bridge off-kilter from being broken too many times to count; at her red mouth, bottom lip split by a scar. You'll offer to buy her a drink and she'll laugh, voice low from decades of smoke, and tell you she owns the damn place.
Rumour has it she used to have a mean streak, but nobody's seen her raise a fist in years.
Emer doesn't open carry any iron.
Whatever the truth, Emer ain't telling.
Alias/Handle: Emer Tor
Age: Late forties? Early fifties?
Ethnicity: Somewhere from the old world
Birthplace: Unknown
Appearance: She cuts a tall figure, lean muscle tempered by a flashy jacket and an easy smile. Her piercing blues will find you across the club floor. You'll look at her sharp cheekbones, kissed by a knife; at her fine nose, the bridge off-kilter from being broken too many times to count; at her red mouth, bottom lip split by a scar. You'll offer to buy her a drink and she'll laugh, voice low from decades of smoke, and tell you she owns the damn place.
Background:
Family:- Mother (alive, combat zone poor)
- Father (dead, crime lord)
- Younger sister (unknown)
- Younger brother (alive, burgeoning crime lord)
Personality:
A colossal asshole tempered into ornery obstinacy by time and love. Neither have fixed her crude sense of humour, though.Friends:
Surprisingly, not zero. Her rolodex is a cross-section of NC's diversity.Enemies:
Myriad.Role:
Something like a fixer. These days.Skills:
Wheeling and dealing, wining and dining, slicing and dicing.Rumour has it she used to have a mean streak, but nobody's seen her raise a fist in years.
Language(s):
Overheard speaking English, German, and Russian.Cyberware:
- Optics (military)
- Cybernetic legs (military)
- Nanorepair System (military)
- Sandevistan (military)
- Titanium skeleton
Empathy:
5Humanity:
26 [50-2-6-8-6-2]Gear & Style:
Comfortable, pragmatic wear with a bit of edgerunner flash: high-collar jackets, thermal shirts, riding pants, and worn combat boots. She'll even put on a suit, but only for a meeting of the right calibre.Emer doesn't open carry any iron.
History:
What little of her story made it to NC is shrouded in rumour, tall tales, and conflicting accounts. Some say she used to be an officer in the USSR; others say she was actually a drummer in some obscure alt scene band; still others claim she was a brutal solo in the EEC.Whatever the truth, Emer ain't telling.
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