Rox

### Folder Link

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1icBoDrgYlgCxRePhpY9lwPEWPouRoRT5?usp=sharing

# Character Information

### Summary

Pilot and part-time smuggler operating a modified transport/recon jet. He can bring in the heavy guns and get the team out of some sticky situations, but the aircraft means that subtlety is usually off the table.

### Goals

* Get the adrenaline running.
* Make some good money and continue upgrading the bird.
* Diversify the fleet. Maybe learn a little more about the matrix.

## Background

So it all started with my gramps, crazy old man, flyin' around this big beaut during in the early thousands, hauling cargo, getting soldiers where they need to be, the whole shabang.

Then the Ghost Dance War broke out, spoiled a lotta things for the good ol' US of A. In that chaos, old man Nikolai decided a change in careers was in order. A nice bottle and a little sweet talk, next thing you know, some papers get misfiled and a plane goes MIA, presumed hijacked by Howling Coyote's First Nations militia. See, they weren't so wrong. Crazy old man became a smuggler, getting around borders and through warzones. He delivered material to the guys on the other side, something about "doing the right thing for once goddamnit" and once the Treaty of Denver shook things out, the Salish were kind enough to give the old man some land out in the boonies southwest of Centralia and not ask any questions about where the chopper went and what it's up to these days. Nikolai signed up with the Salish, taught 'em how to fly and maintain all the mishmash aircraft they managed to grab during the war. When his son came of age, he joined too for a brief stint as an engineer.

When old man Nikolai passed away, he left the chopper to his son and grandson. We did a lot of work on the old lady, makin' sure she can keep up with all the new makes and models the Germans are coming up with under Loffy. She did see a little less activity, just the occasional commision work, like smuggling, CASEVAC, search and rescue, but no big firefights; you know, the kinda stuff to put food on your table and change in your pocket. Only thing is that dear old dad maybe went a little hard on the red mesc when he was on the job. Had to take him to the hospital to get his guts sorted out and, let me tell you, EVO sure knows how to write big bills.

And that's where I come in. No way in hell am I gonna make that kinda money with a normal job, so I go asking around. Friend of a friend needs a pilot for a hot insertion and extract. Oh I'll never forget my first run. Bullets whizzing past the windshield, rpg blasting my chaff, it's the typa thing to put hair on your chest. Next thing you know, it's been a little over a year and pops is officially discharged from the hospital, so I retire. Couple of weeks without work and I start getting a little antsy. Month 2 of retirement and I've had enough, decided that living in the woods with nothing to do just isn't for me anymore.

## Narrative Significant Qualities

* Brand Loyalty/Emotional Attachment- The old lady's been in the family since before I was born. I know her quirks.

* No Man Left Behind- Somebody fights by your side, bleeds for you, you never leave 'em behind.

* Poor Self Control (Thrill Seeker)- Just try and catch me!

* SINner (National, SSC)- Not SINless, but hey, just means I gotta pay more taxes.

## Run History

- Run I've Been On

- Other Run I've Been On

- Etc.

## Affiliations

### Contacts

 Matthew Reyes
 Contact 2
 Contact 3

# In Character Information

## Matrix Search Table

 3
 6+

## Shadow Community Table

 3
 6+

## Assensing Table

 2
 3
 4
 5+

## SINs

Real Laslo Novikov, Salish-Shidhe Council

R4 Johnathan Kimball, UCAS

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 R4 Driver's License
 R4 Weapon License
 R4 Private Investigator's License

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## Appearance

### Clothing

Wears a flight jacket, white bandana, heavy boots, and shotgun scabbard everywhere he goes.