Boilerplate preface (feel free to skip to character description!): This character is another example in the a set of completed characters I’m posting for the Deeps of Lyrae campaign. I made them for my players, or my players made them.
I’ll refer to them later on if I post recaps, and I thought that other GMs might want them–you should be able to just offer them to new players as a menu of pre-made character options that will work well together.
I didn’t do my own templates for this campaign, so these characters are worked up from templates in the list of published templates I posted a little while ago. The character designs I’ll post were also designed in response to my required character creation prompt for this campaign, and they usually take into account my campaign advice for character creation.
To refresh your memory, the prompt is: “Your character is on a boring backwater planet and has a good reason to want to become a space pirate.”
Mahaena needs a new score. Maybe five or six scores would be better! By rights, she should be in jail right now for her legendary hack of Duplo Interstellar. It wouldn’t be her first fall. But the stuffed suit who found Mahaena’s calling card has decided she’d be better off as his meal ticket. To stay free, she’s got a steady payment to make to her blackmailer.
For all of her programming ability and street smarts, something in her psyche brings these problems on herself. She’s a proud member of the Republic of Desire hacker collective. So proud that she can’t resist bragging about her cyber-feats. She can’t finish an incursion without leaving her trademark text file. It burnishes her reputation, but those calling cards add up. These days in most ports of call she’ll find friendly hackers and a long line of past victims gunning for revenge. (The worst among them: Globex. She always keeps an eye out for Globex!)
If you told Mahaena “someone is trying to kill you,” it’s not news to her, or even much cause for concern. Mahaena may be known for hacking, but truth be told she is just as comfortable with wet work as with dry–more a cyber-ninja than a computer nerd.
And the fact is, sometimes you need to ascend a monofilament line behind a rocket piton, climbing up the face of a skyscraper to find the computer you need to hack. Sometimes you need to blend into the alley trash with a programmable chameleon cloak. She’s ready.
Mahaena habitually wears blacked-out scanning goggles, a black trenchcoat, and high black boots. Underneath, Mahaena is sporting a shoulder holster under each arm with one throwing axe each. To make those axes really fly, she dug up a black-market Night City clinic and had some muscle grafts stapled in. They work great, mostly: she didn’t pay top dollar and it shows.