D-Vine (Shadowrun: Detroit)

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Another short-lived character, I think D-Vine only lasted a month of play before I let her go idle to the point where she got destroyed. I think it was about this time that I was really active on SR Seattle with Eve, which was a far more interesting character to me at the time.

It's funny, looking back at some of her logs, as there are character's there that have popped up again in the next incarnation on SR Detroit.

Despite any enlightenment or lack of interest, it'd be hard to miss the human woman's most prominent features. Perhaps overabundant for her tall, slender frame, her breasts are worn proudly with a Fleur de Lys tattooed on the top of the left one. If the eyes can travel past the twin guardians, they might find a pleasant smile and adventurous brown eyes. Long flowing hair hangs straight down her back, cascading over her shoulders in a silky curtain of chestnut. The rest of her is nearly 6', and pleasantly-shaped, though not hardened by too much exercise or life.

Terribly tight on her torso, the white baby doll T-shirt does everything it's supposed to do. Highlighted to great effect, her massive chest is lifted and pushed together, creating a deep sensual rift between the two globes, tantalizingly exposed by the very low neckline. Her exposed navel bears a cute little curved barbell piercing. So worn that the knees are frayed to expose her skin, a pair of blue jeans hug her hips with its waist tightly cinched together. Just as frayed as the knees, the cuffs are long and crumple over the tops of a pair of black leather boots with thick heels, well-worn and perfectly-shaped around her feet.

Not a bit of makeup touches her face, letting her natural beauty show through. Black and green vines of ivy cascade down her spine from the back of her neck while more snake up her forearms. Her right thumb is encircled by a ring of thorns. In danger of falling into the valley of her bosom, a blue Fleur de Lys decorates her left breast. A small silver stud pierces her nose, while here ears are filled with rings and studs.

"I'll be the first to say that I was shocked. One minute, the drive was smooth and normal, like all the other times I'd made the Atlanta run. I'd just finished taking my load down so I was just coming back with my cred and a bushel of peaches. There wasn't much I could've done to avoid them. I couldn't afford a really good rig and all I had was a beat up Town Car on its last legs. It was just a matter of time before the bastards managed to run me off the road. Frag, did they ever pick the wrong person to carjack.

"While the fraggers in the dented Landrover and the Vampire convertible swung around to finish me off, I grabbed my deck and a little drone from the back seat and rolled out of the car and into the ditch," the woman said over her beer. I couldn't remember what colour her eyes were or even if her hair was brown or black, but I did remember her rack. Frag, that girl had a rack that'd make a married man cry.

She began rearranging the condiments on the table, the salt shaker becoming the Landrover, the pepper shaker becoming the Town Car, and a small bottle of habanero sauce for the Vampire. Little grains of rice from the refried beans became the people as they got out of the car. "They came around this way," she continued. "The car was steamin pretty badly, so I guess they figured I was dead. There was an Ork, a man and a woman, and another woman. This one" -- it was the last woman -- "was in the Vampire and was shouting at the others. They came in this way, so I went around back. Didn't even know I was there.

"I got out of there really quickly and managed to run along the ditch with my drone without being seen. It looked liked they'd found the peaches and were taking a little break with them while the woman, she was an Elf, screamed at them some more... something about missing bodies. She was pissed. I programmed the drone on a really basic task... Not very good, but good enough, I guess. They noticed it after I'd already made my run to the Vampire and was safely inside, trying to crack my way into the ignition.

"Outside, I had the drone buzzing the Landrover and taking potshots at it. That got their attention right away and they started hammering away at the thing as it darted under their truck. Not too bright, if you ask me. They kept on firing. I fired back and flared off one of the bombs that I left in the Town Car just as the first bullets hit the body. That old Town Car went up in a pretty ball of flame. I hated to see it go, but I hated that car, too. Besides, I was in. The Vampire was mine. Jacked in and was ready to go.

"By now, their leader -- I'm guessing the Elfwoman was their leader -- had figured things out and was racing toward the Landrover. One of them got lucky and shot out the turret on the drone and I lost control of it. Fraggit, I lost a couple of grand on that drone. I was looking at Kraft Dinner and franks for me for a couple of months at that point, but it was better than eating dirt. I fired up the Vampire, drop a round into the Elf's leg just as she reached the car, and kicked the convertible into gear.

"They bumbled the carjacking, but they were quick. They got their girl into the truck real fast and chased me up the Interstate. It had to be around 10 klicks? Yeah, they started catching up after a bit. Well, a convertible ain't very good at stopping bullets so there was no way I was going to win a shootout between me and a Landrover. What else could I do? I jinked the car around as best I could and nearly flipped myself over twice. That Landrover had to be modified cuz it caught up to me and I have no idea what I could possibly have done to keep them from shooting me dead right up until they pulled up besided me.

"The Elf was there in the passenger seat, giving me eye daggers the size of a donkey's dick and slamming into me with all her Elven hatred like I'd done something nasty to her ancestors or something. Maybe I'd fucked her boyfriend and now he just couldn't go back to pushing the Holy Stick into a leafeater anymore. Whatever. She decided that the solution was to take her chromed up Savalette and drill me in the head with full metal jacket. Something like that, I think. Things got kinda hazy for a moment. I could've sworn that I saw my life beginning to flash before my eyes before I was blinded by a white light.

"You know that sudden moment of clarity that you get when you're just about to die? I got a big ol' flash of that. I saw this grenade by the hand brake. Next thing I know I've thrown the most incredible hook shot of my life with the pin still clenched between my teeth. My body was on autopilot or something cuz I definitely don't remember slamming on the brakes. I watched the Landrover go another 50 metres, maybe, before the thing blew apart like a roman candle. Y'know I'm a recovering Catholic and all, but that day, on the highway, I crossed myself and said a little prayer, just in case. There was no way I could have gotten out of that without divine intervention."

Divine... D-Vine! That's it! Now I remember the slitch's name!