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HANDLE: Diamonda REAL NAME: Lillian Greene PLAYER: Lisa ROLE: Netrunner/Corporate REP: 1 HUMANITY: 86.5
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INT: 10 REF: 8/8 TECH: 11 COOL: 7 ATTR: 10 LUCK: 7 |
MA: 6 BODY: 5 EMP: 9/90 Run: 18 Leap: 5 Lift: 200 kg. |
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SPECIAL ABILITIES Interface (netrunning): 7 ATTR Personal Grooming: 3 (+3) Wardrobe & Style: 3 (+3) EMPATHY Human Perception: 2 Seduction: 3 (+1) Social: 2 Persuasion & Fast Talk: 2 INT Awareness/Notice: 5 Composition: 2 Education & Gen.Know.: 3 Hide/Evade: 3 Language (Japanese): (+1) Library Search: 2 Programming: 5 Stock Market: 2 (+1) System Knowledge: 5 |
REF Dance: (+1) Dodge & Escape: 3 Handgun: 3 (+1) Stealth: 3 TECH Basic Tech: 3 Cyberdeck Design: 4 CyberTech: 4 Electronics: 4 Elect. Security: 3 |
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Chipware Socket (10): 1. Dance 2. Stock Market 3. Language (Japanese) 4. Handgun 5. [empty] 6. [empty] 7. [empty] 8. [empty] 9. [empty] 10. [empty] |
Midnight Lady Contraceptive Implant |
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-Dai Lung Stretmaster (large pistol) -Federated Arms X-22 (small pistol) |
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MODEL: SGI Technologies "Elysia" (portable) Data Wall STR: +5 Code Gate STR: +3 Deck Speed: +4 Memory: 40 Options: -Chipreader -Keyboard -VoxBox -Videoboard -Scanner -Printer  PROGRAMS: Hammer Worm Raffles Pit Bull See Ya Poison Flatline Invisibility Replicator Armor Dragon Genie Crystal Ball News At 8 Instant Replay Gatemaster Padlock Succubus (running: Pit Bull, See Ya, Armor, Gatemaster) Databaser Rerezz |
APPEARANCE: Diamonda is about 5'7" and is of slender but well-proportioned build. She has long hair that's such a dark shade of brown that it's almost black, and she keeps it pulled back tightly in a bun...most of the time. She has light green eyes. Her normal dress is business-attire. Her suits are always well-tailored and of the highest quality-- usually gray and sometimes black-- and include both pant-suits and skirt-suits. She accents her outfits with gold or silver jewelry.
The severity of her appearance is designed to take attention away from her captivating face. She wants to be taken seriously in all matters, however she does use her beauty to her advantage when it can get her information, goods, services, or plain old money.
PERSONALITY: Diamonda is a natural-born...snob. She was raised by a mother who made sure her daughter was surrounded by luxury, beauty, and nothing but the best. This is the lifestyle Diamonda prefers, and the lifestyle to which she is accustomed and believes the world owes her.
Nevermind that her childhood was just a facade...she would step out of her mother's home and make her OWN fortune. Rise back to the upper-crust on her own talents.
Nevermind that she finally got her chance when she was hired on by the corporation EBM and then threw it all away on some silly quest to find out the truth about her dead father and was caught hacking through the corporation's system and fired. She will rise again like the phoenix, and this time nothing will stop her!
Diamonda is polite to people she interacts with-- whatever her true feelings about the person are-- because she knows that no matter how dirty and low, everyone has some bit of information here...some tie or connection there...that might be valuable to her, and it's easier to attract flies with honey!
She prefers to surround herself with smart, rich, high-class individuals, aka her equals. However, now that she no longer works for EBM and no longer lives in a posh corporate suite, she's been forced to be a little less choosey. Despite that set-back, she lives in a very nice condo furnished with beautiful, well-made furniture that her mother spent years collecting. However, her savings are starting to run a little low...
Even while she was comfortably employed she still had the foresight to make some important contacts. She learned that men-- especially rich men-- will pay just about anything to get into an attractive female's panties. She also learned that she is more than willing to let them into her panties to get whatever SHE wants. And so Diamanda and rich men have a comfortable understanding and working relationship with one another.
Her four most important contacts are:
Tim Parker- works in the Research & Development department of EBM. For a night of passion he will get Diamonda any computer part or program for a fraction of what she'd have to pay on the street.
Mark Fairfax- the vice-president of marketing for EBM. For fulfilling his fetishes he will supply Diamonda with insider trading secrets for the stock market-- of which Diamonda is an avid player.
Paul Cummings- a solo on EBM's payroll. For sex he will pass on information about EBM to Diamonda, including corporate take-overs, people the corporation places hits on, and he will furnish Diamonda with bodyguard-services should she require it.
Dr. Sammy- a skilled doctor. For access to Diamonda's body he will serve as her physician for free, or for a reduced cost. He's also involved in the underground drug-scene, so he can supply drugs, or information about the drug-trade to Diamonda, should she need either.
BACKGROUND STORY: This is the story my mother, Sophia Green, told me as a child. How much is true I cannot really be sure. She said that my father, Steven Green, worked for EBM and was high-up in the company and was well-liked and respected. She said he made a lot of money. She said she was married to him and they lived in an expensive corporate penthouse. She said that not long after she found out she was pregnant with me, EBM had my father killed. She claims she doesn't know why. She said she cleared out their banks accounts and went into hiding.
The condo we lived in was rich and opulant. Mother said that she had so much money in savings that we would always live comfortably. She always bought the nicest furnishings...high-fashion clothing for me...so I had no reason to doubt her.
Then when I was about 13 Mother started going out in the afternoons and I would come home to an empty apartment. She would come home late at night. And she started looking more and more tired as each month passed.
I had my suspicions that she was doing something to earn money...that maybe we didn't have as much as she'd claimed we did. A little alarm went off in my head...some premonition guiding me to find my own way to earn money...just in case. And that's how I got into computers and netrunning.
Mother got worse and worse as the years went on...looking more and more haggard and frail as if her secret were a weight she carried around her neck. She couldn't let any of her neighbors or friends know the truth of our circumstances or it would humiliate and ruin her. Her mind slowly started unravelling as fantasy gave way to reality. She talked to herself all the time...sometimes she talked to Father. Yet despite it all our condo was immaculate and gorgeous, and she kept me well-dressed while at the same time her own clothing was getting shabby and thread-bare.
Finally when I was 18 she confessed that we'd run out of money years before and she'd been working a night-job for the last 5 years. It was as if her confession took the last part of her mind, and she fell into some kind of delerium.
There was nothing the doctors could do for her. She'd lost her will to live. Before she died she uttered these final words that I took to heart: "Fuck those corporate bastards!" And I do. Three or four times a week.
I got good enough at my netrunning skills that EBM, themselves, hired me on. My job was to lurk in the net and watch out for unauthorized netrunners trying to hack into our system. I'd figured that because I was such a trusted employee that I'd have access to the files of all EBM's former employees, but I could find nothing on my father in the "former employees" section of the system.
Then I came across some files that were locked tight, and none of us had access to them. I asked around, and the popular thought was that they were the files of former employees that EBM had had "taken care of." I knew that if my father's information was anywhere it had to be in those files.
So, after 11 months of being an employee of EBM, I got stupid one night and tried hacking into the files. I was caught, and tried to explain my activities by saying that I'd caught an unauthorized netrunner trying to break into the files and he had logged off before I could catch him, leaving me standing in front of the locked files.
Some of the managers believed me, but there was enough of a shadow of doubt on my activities that-- for the safety and security of the company-- I was "let go." I guess it's better than what they did to my father. One day when I am really ready I'll go back in there and make another attempt at those files, and this time I'll get them open.
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Diamonda's Lyrics:
I work all night, I work all day, to pay the bills I have to pay
Ain't it sad
And still there never seems to be a single penny left for me
That's too bad
In my dreams I have a plan
If I got me a wealthy man
I wouldn't have to work at all, I'd fool around and have a ball...
Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich man's world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich man's world
Oh all the things I could do
If I had a little money
It's a rich man's world
"Money Money Money" by ABBA
Links:
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