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Todd Simons
aka Boogie Man
Characteristics :
| INT |
REF |
TECH |
COOL |
ATT |
LUCK |
MA |
BODY |
EMP |
| 7 |
4 |
5 |
5 |
4 |
4 |
5 |
8 |
8 |
Skills :
| Street Knowledge | 4 |
Human Perception | 6 |
Bargaining | 6 |
Intimidation | 5 |
GenTech | 4 |
| Motorcycle | 3 |
Cybernetics :
Cyberaudio + Amplified Hearing w. Editing & Cell-link.
Equipment :
Cell-phone, "Bermuda" three-wheel motorcycle.
Description :
Boogy Man is tall and BIG : 1m87, 180 kg. He excels in giving his face a stupid, bovine look,
which often fools the persons he's speaking to. His voice is a low, deep rumble, overall soothing
but with a menacing undercurrent that hints at what could happen if you played silly. An excellent
manipulator, he can play people's feelings like piano strings, in a way that most don't notice.
Mostly dresses in oversized jeans and plain t-shirts, altough when riding he'll put on a
custom-made real-leather jacket.
His job ? Mostly to arrange contracts. Yeah, your average "Just call me Joe" shady bar-hanging
character type - not quite so. He never backs up on his word (except when cheated), tries to avoid
sour deals, is honest about a job's difficulty and pays the preset sum without bickering. However,
his true friendship is as hard to get as a funny joke form a Bozo. Oh, and he does also provide
most equipment needed for the job - if you ask nicely. You'd better.
History :
No one truly knows where he comes from, or just when he started acting his part in the Big West
Coast Whoopin' Fixer-O-Matic. He seems to know the inside story behind many an old affair, hinting
at some past live in the show before he moved to Night City.
"You know, I can't prove anything, but there was that guy on Edgy Channel in LA, back in the
05's, that hosted a show called Gutter Hide. People would call, true edgerunners mind ya,
weren't lotsa them by then, when they'd be in a real fix and a'needing somewhere to let things
cool down, and there that voice would tell 'em where ta go. Called it Gutter God or
somesuch. T'was pirate stuff and all, so voice was garbled, but once the garbling stuff failed
and true voice came out - mind my word, that was exactly HIS voice, that of the fat bastard
we saw yesterday get out of the wrecked car. Says he's Boogie Man, but I say he's Gutter
God, straight back from the frickin' death !" Carlos, Skimmie's bartender.
Today, he has contact with some of the best teams in the Cals. He gathers contracts - hard ones, that
require perfect execution or just have a high risk factor. Then he calls the teams, has the run executed,
and gathers the money. And so on. Clean system, if basic, that makes him a little richer every year.
"They found Barry yesterday. He was damn fast, said he'd seen it all, but didn't saw that
one coming. The best teams that work for that guy, sometime they disappear. Like Barry's one.
Never to be seen again - they just pack everything up one day and leave. Haven't got the slightest
idea where they go. Guess you'll find for yourself ! Well, see you Dave - or not ?"
As the woman leaves the table, Dave quickly gathers his stuff. A few minutes later, he storms
into the disaffected liquor store they use as living quarters, his stomach retching at the sour
smell that comes from downstairs. Groper is here, yelling orders at everyone. Crates and bags
cover the floor, and a small truck waits in the back alley.
"Groper, got something to tell ya - something important. It's about Boogie Man : seems there is
something fishy..."
"What ? Whaddya talking about ? Has he ever pulled a con on us ?"
"Well, no, but..."
"But nothing, dickhead. Gather your gear - we're packing here for good. Leavin=g in half an hour.
Move !"
"Hey Anita, seen Dave lately ?"
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