Name: Knick the Purloiner
Age: 20
Zone of Birth: Cardinal Holdings
Class:TechnomancerTechwizard
Current Employment Alignment: Freelancer
Description: A highly tuned researchbot artificiate that usually wears little more than the AR assist goggle helmet linked to the cloud of drones and hacked servitors he uses to protect himself, and a pair of swim trunks. His body has been heavily modified with all sorts of tricks and techs to assist him in his back-alley hacksaw clinic profession. He engraves a little heart onto his chest for each job he's REALLY proud of having done, so far, that comes to two.
Personality: Knick is a rather happy go lucky, brash techwizard with a penchant for taking what he feels he's owed for any given job, and a growing reputation for madcap, but effective, medical treatments. He doesn't own a medical license with any accredited or unaccredited health insurance company, nor does he ever intend to go for one. He sees death and medical problems as a fascinating puzzle to solve, and that it happens to be something the squish fleshsacks are willing to pay whatever you charge them for? All the better! He's not one to mope when things go wrong though, and has earned his nickname the purloiner not just from the fact that that he often takes the creds he's owed rather than waiting to be paid them, but when someone dies on his operating table, he's not afraid to rummage about for good parts (synthetic or organic) he can use to help with later patients, organ donor status be damned.
Abilities: As a former technomancy medical research bot, he still has the full backed up archival logs of experimental medicines, surgeries, and techs, and can deploy them expertly. He's not charming, but he is observant, and knows how to move fast on his feet, and deploy the occasional hacked rogue prosthetic to his advantage. Finally, he has gone out of his way to learn how to hack with the best script kiddies on the net, and often uses those abilities to turn the area he's working in against irate relatives of dead patients, corpo-cops, and random gangers who get in the way of his pursuits.
Relationships:
Miri N. Cox - Knick has no idea who is actually dealing with, all he knows is that there's a buyer who wants few questions asked and is always looking for interesting bits of cobbled together tech with esoteric parts or just interesting designs. Knick is more than happy to supply them, and may end up taking a nonvital, yet interesting piece from any of his patients that he thinks they won't notice. For those seeking out Miri directly, they may find themselves dealing with Knick.
The Fighter's Guild - His primary source of income, and the only group of patients he actually treats as more than a glorified set of science experiments. Knick knows a good deal when he sees it, and the amount and variety of both injuries, mods, and body types involved in the fighter's guild means he's always getting new data and the chance to try out new experiments. He has yet to steal anything from any of the patients sent his way by them, but the day may soon come that a particularly valuable chip he can resell to his mysteriously well paying client that is too good to pass up. He's not sure what will happen when that day comes, but he figures he'll sell his little chop shop and book a fast moving ship for J.A.V.
Important Life Moments:
Previously a researchbot working in Red Breasted Life Insurance inside of Megacity Chilaquiles of Cardinal Holdings. It was during a routine experimental surgery upon an indebted client with very experimental and highly customized mods that Knick awoke, his fascination with what was going on frying his regulatory chaining programs and sending him into a fit that resulted in an explosion of hacked bodies (though not including the patient undergoing the surgery, whose successful revivification lead to Knick taking up the tradition of marking himself with a heart for each operation he was proud of) overrunning the hospital and allowing Knick to escape into the undercity.
He peddled his work there for several months, before a disagreement over how much money a certain gang leader owed him forced Knick to flee the city. He worked in the belly of a large pop-mover cargo carrier from Cardinal to Nazzdack, for the fight club that sprung up as a way of entertainment during the weeks-long journey. One of the fighters introduced him to the Fighter's Guild in Nazzdack, who offered him a loan for setting up his own shop if he'd do work for them, a loan that Knick paid off between the work he did for the Guild and the other business he did from the undercity of Nazzdack. So far, between the good he does for the Guild, and the steadily growing number of rogue prosthetics and the occasional hacked husk he keeps in his basement and the surrounding maintenance access shafts to his clinic, he's not had too much trouble with the gangers and corpo-cops who get upset with him!
Quotes:
"That'll be 5000 creds for the rezjob. Nah, don't worry. Already got'em."
"Look, I don't know what to tell you! The little guy is moving again right? What do you mean you wanted him rezed not hacked? Look, you can't bring me a month-old dead pet without an engram and tell me you want a rez! What did you expect me to do? Pray to Joe-Is-fat and hope something happens?"
"Can't a guy raise a family in peace around here?"