Jing "Joe" Yang - Human Decker

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Sheet is in the drive.

Backstory:

Jing "Joe" Yang is a half Chinese fellow that hails from Seattle. He lived a pretty simple life, working odd jobs here and there to put food on the table while dabbling in decking. Before too long, he wanted out of the rat race of the average citizen. He had a wife and a daughter, and knew there were risks.

While he was starting up work as an apprentice auto-mechanic, he spent most of his time removing bullet holes from the vehicles of various gang members. Before long he had learned that there was a need for people that could handle themselves with a deck. He had never really been the type of guy to sit around in VR and liked to tamper with stuff on location. Jing had spent enough time trolling around on the Matrix that he had an idea of what life was like in the shadows, and he was competent enough to think it might be a way for him to provide for his family.

It was tough to keep his new career hidden, but he did his best. His son, though young was showing an interest in the matrix as well and decking became a bit of a father-son activity.

A couple of years had passed, and Jing had been relatively successful. There hadn't been too many runs that had gone sideways, and when they had he hadn't taken the fall. However, that all changed. His prowess had been enough to get him noticed, rewarded with an invite to Jackpoint.

He was hired to do a decking job on the Yakuza, and his crew botched the job. They got caught and sold him out. In the following weeks, nothing had changed but one night he returned home to find his apartment's door wide open. Jing's mind was racing as he ran inside. His wife, and his son were both on the floor. Lifeless. Their bodies riddled with bullets, far more than any human could handle. His son's Little Hornet was clutched in his arms, covered in blood.

Jing fell into despair. He spent his days in dark, dank boxes, jacked in to BTL. Nothing mattered to him anymore. He didn't take jobs. Just sat jacked in. Strung out. Useless.  He doesn't know when it happened, or how, but at some point the BTL had permanently altered his brain. He no longer felt fear. He felt anger, sadness, the desire for revenge. And that's what he did.

After doing some snooping on the matrix, Jing found where everyone who had wronged him had gotten off to. Their incompetence ruined his life. One of them had even fallen into the Yakuza's pocket. It didn't take long.

He methodically seeked each one out when they were at their most vulnerable. At the end of a dose of Long Haul. Drunk on their ass, unsure of where they were. Tied up in the back of his van, beaten bloodied and unconscious. It was more than simple revenge. It was a planned execution. To top things off, he knew he had to strike at those that orchestrated the day that ruined his life.

Jing found the hideout of the local Yakuza responsible for the murder of his wife and kid. Using a ramen bar as a front, not too original. He acted as a patron. Friendly, jovial even. He went every day for months.

After a few months of continued patronage. Jing made his move. He snuck into the back and set his bomb. An hour later he left, happily on his way home and triggered the bomb as he was leaving the parking lot. The news on the matrix said that there was no survivors.

One of his few remaining contacts suggested he get out of town, go somewhere else to lay low for a while. Portland was a place ripe with opportunity for a man with such a particular set of skills.

Jing agreed, and was introduced to Huangdi Lu, the leader of the Triad in the area and decided that would be an appropriate avenue to make his name as a decker. So far the grass was greener on the other side, and Jing had met a few people that seemed to be trustworthy. For the first time in quite a while, life was looking bright.

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Starting nuyen: (Medium) [blockquote]Rolled 4d6 : 2, 1, 1, 6, total 10[/blockquote]