Ventillator

# Character Information

### Summary

Bull man who throw good. Tracker, sneaky(for an 8 foot tall man who can bench a motorcycle) decent scout, backup matrix search guy. Master of physical intimidation \*crushes rock into powder\*

### Goals

* Eat delicious grass
* Help the people of the Ork Underground
* Learn to be a better fighter
* Save enough money to afford a nicer cave, and more food

## Background

Theo was bred in a cloning tank. He was designed to be a better breed of bull, to protect the herd against critters and paracritters on remote farms. Harder, thicker bones, to support more muscle. Enhanced senses, to see threats coming. Perfect genes for a large, bulky bull who can kick hard. Hard enough to cave in a giant, irradiated wolf mutant possessed by a toxic spirit's ribs. Fast and agile enough to dodge and chase down threats.

But there was a problem with some of the bulls... They were very allergic to insect stings. Their unporotected hides would be sucked on by mosquitos and the would get big, puss-illed welts and the like, as the bites swelled, bled, and got infected by being out in the dirty fields. This lead to the bulls being sold wrapped in a sort of lycra skinsuit that would keep the bugs off. The bull called Theseus was one such of these bulls. He sat in his field one day, eating delicious grass, keeping a lookout for wolves and the like. The big, strong bull was confident in his ability to protect the herd.

One day, a mana storm wracked the place. This was not uncommon. This farm was known to get them sometimes. The soil was pretty damn good, so the farmers just dealt with it. Theseus and the herd were moved into the underground barn-bunker. Theseus was one of the last cows to get in. A bolt of lightning went into one herding drone a little ahead of Theseus. Theseus reared up on his hind legs, as the bolt passed through the heifer in front of him, and into the other herding drone, just off to Theseus' left. A few sparks of that lightning bolt coursed through Theseus... But Theseus was not hurt bad. Theseus ran, he ran and ran as fast as he could. Out into the storm... None of the handlers dared to go after him, and any drones they sent out got fried by lightning. The wind blew, but the bull never got struck again... But he had been changed. He began to feel... A bit smarter. He kind of only then realized how dumb he had been. He felt incredibly smart! He even started being able to know the humans' words after listening to them for a few days.

It was the second mana storm where things got really interesting... Theseus was struck directly, by the first bolt of the storm. He was flung thirty feet, well over the 20 foot electrified fence. His legs were broken, and he bashed his head on a tree, and went unconscious... When he awoke, he was different. His limbs were longer... His hooves had changed, they were feet now... And something else... Hands! Holy drek he was a fraggin human! Well... No, too big to be a human. He got up on all fours... Ok, not too bad. His arms were a little shorter, but that wasn't unmanageable. But his torso... Wow, it was so much smaller. Short, broad, and compact. His uh... Downstairs had also changed quite a bit. He could see it since the bodysuit had a couple small holes for the bull to do his business. He had used his tail to keep the mosquitos off... Wait, his tail! He reached an arm back... No, it was gone! His poor tail! He started to cry a little, remorseful of his tail... He felt tears sliding down his long, broad snout... What the heck, he felt up on his forehead... Ow! He poked himself in his new third eye. It screwed up his vision a little... His brain seemed to have adjusted to having the third eye though. Wait... He remembered passing out in extreme pain... Oh right he had been struck by lightning! Why didn't he hurt anymore... Ah well, that didn't matter! He was finally out of the farm! He wanted to have a look around! Huh. Wait, the critters out here were pretty nasty... huh. Well he looked back at the giant fence, and decided it was probably not worth trying to climb it, even if the power was out, it was still tall.

He picked a direction and walked. Eventually he found a highway, and started walking down the side. A large black van came into view coming down the road. It slowed, and rolled along beside the large, hairy minotaur, soaked still from rain, with a massive... Appendage flopping around outside of the skin-tight suit that covered the rest of his body. The window rolled down. "Hoi chummer, eh, where ya comin from? Sex party or something?" The minotaur inside cracked a big smile, gesturing with a broad, fuzzy hand to the genitalia. Theseus stopped, and regarded himself. "Oh right," said the bull-man with his cock flopping around. "Humans don't have their stuff out I guess, eh?"

The minotaur in the van cocked an eyebrow, "Well chummer, that's the truth, for sure. You feelin ok? Maybe you wanna come in outta the rain? I got a towel in here somwehre, and some tea I could heat up for ya." Theseus got in, and the rest is history chummers. He went with the old minotaur down to the Ork Underground, where he got a job as a runner(literally, not a shadowrunner) in the Goblin Market, ferrying items back and forth. His long, strong legs propelled him through the tunnels rapidly. And his tireless body allowed him to work day and night. He earned the respect of one of the many eclectic members that make up the Goblin Market's eccentric crowd. He made friends with many of the others as well, but one in particular took a liking to the lad. Ullo, master of the martial arts, and those of the internet. A strange adept, the ork is incredibly eccentric, but among the best at what he puts his mind to. He has taught Theo much of what he knows. Tracking, use of computers, martial arts, and Theo's signature throwing skills. Theo is a big fan of bingeing the Trix. Everything on there is fascinating to the Bull. He never knew the world was so vast and large! After a couple of years of training, he was amonng the best in the entire underground with a sword. And not only that, but gained a bit of a reputation as an effective guard against paracritters and other strange threats. His reputation of incredible durability wasn't taken as much more than him just being a massive troll with armor.

He tends to travel light. A commlink, a few javelins, and his armor. And a snack. Grass if he can get it... Although it doesn't quite agree with his tummy as it once did. Sometimes he goes topside, and travels to places where there's grass. There, he will turn into a bull once again, and gorge himself on delicious grass, and just enjoy being himself again for a while...

He has his own cave, where he sleeps, it even has a bed that accommodates him! He doesn't get enough to eat these days, but Master Ullo has a solution! He recently was cruising through some Hosts, when he happened across a place called the Farmer's Market, mentioned in a chatroom. Sounded promising, he investigated further and figured out it must be some kinda Shadow community. He managed to get in touch with some of the posters, and get added to the server, promising to provide them with some excellent new prospective Runners, and access to his sick gear! He told Theo the good news, and helped him workshop a Runner name... They settled on Ventillator, for the way his massively powerful javelin throws ventilated people's corpses. The decker rigged up a fake SIN for the giant minotaur man, and got him a job...

RP NOTES; Not really necessary for Chargen to read... Master Ullo disdains guns of any kind, and thinks they are for weaklings who cannot fight with traditional weapons. Ventillator shares this opinion. Ventillator is very shy, and also about as smart as a bag of rocks. Being a cow he has very little formal education. He likes to travel around Seattle and explore, but he hates people seeing his face. He cut off his horns to fit in better. He almost always wears a special face-mask made for his long bull-face. He is clearly not a normal minotaur, but most of the good folks of the OU don't seem to mind or bother him about it. They are almost universally won over by the shy, quiet demeanour of the large, imposing man. He is entirely covered head to toe in brown hair/fur. One of his greatest goals is to get enough money to buy some more things off of Roman... He said that if Theo bought some good stuff, the travelling Shaman would give him some free magic lessons, and teach him to increase his magic powers! He wants to learn to shape his face and body to fit in better, and maybe make some new friends. He is enjoying his life as a human(he still considers himself that despite being... Well, literally a giant, and having a bull head) But he does miss the simplicity of being with the herd sometimes... But he's happer now than he ever was there. He has lots of fun training and has a good job on the OU to support himself running stuff around(and sometimes peaople with a pig-a-back! He likes those jobs, so fun to talk with people, and carry them through the tunnel fast!)  He will eat meat but not steak(not a cannibal, ok?) he wants to become a good martial artist. Senseii taught him a few things about being a good fighter, but mostly with a sword. He said "using a weapon always gives you an edge, it takes much more skill to be deadly with your hands. But soon I will teach you the deadly art of hand-to-hand combat. For now, master the blade, for you shall almost always be armed, and as I have said, all advantages must be taken to achieve victory." Ventillator wants to accomplish a few things; he wants to help out the people of the OU who have been so kind to him, especially the orphans and other under-privileged people. He also wants to learn to drive a car, because that seems fun! He wants to make new friends, and make enough money to live in comfort and eat all the grass he likes.

## Narrative Significant Qualities

* Bull shifter(regen, silver allergy,etc)
* Incompetent; Firearms(guns are for the weak)
* Distinctive Style; has a bull-head(but he has shaved down his horns, hidden by the shaggy hair on his head)
* Unusual Hair(whole body, similar to above photo, that is also an accurate image of his face)
* Third Eye
* Eagle Eyed
* Vomeronasal Organ
* bad at social(Faceless, Disheveled, he doesn't like people seeing his "ugly" face. Usually wears his custom mask to hide the snoot)
* Poor Self Control(Thrill Seeker) Regeneration is a hell of a drug...
* Allergy; Insect Stings.
* One Born Every minute(fairly naive and stupid, LOG+CHA 2, not a very good judge of character)

## Affiliations

### Contacts

 Roamin Roman
 Contact 2
 Contact 3

# In Character Information

## Matrix Search Table

 3
 6+

## Shadow Community Table

 3
 6+

## Assensing Table

 2
 3
 4
 5+

## SINs

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  James Jamieson, UCAS, R4

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   Adept Licnense, R4
   Blades Licence, R4

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