Ex-Mr. Johnson

Playing an Mr. Johnson

   Once you were a corporate Johnson.  As the world slipped into to disease and chaos, you had medical coverage and a secretary.  Where others had to fear what might lurk in the shadows of a street, you had body guards on call.  When insignificant people without corporate affiliations had to worry about where their next meal would come from, you dined in the finest restaurants.  Life was good for you.  Sure you occasionally had to go to street level to arrange for someone to take care of your boss' various little "problems", but other than that life was a constant joy.   You were a "company man" all the way.  Then, unfortunately, you got greedy.  Tired of being passed up for promotions that you felt you deserved, you decided to forcibly move your way up the food chain.  When your boss called and said that he needed you to arrange to have some of his recent "indiscretions" covered up, you kept a record of the communication and subsequent dealings.  Later, after you had dutifully hired someone to take care of his problem, you tried to blackmail your boss with the records.  Unfortunately, instead of knuckling under your boss decided to ruin your credibility... He succeeded.  Your corporation kicked you out and blacklisted you to make sure you wouldn't be hired elsewhere. With your name trashed, no news organization would touch your information.  You were only a  step or two away from the streets with only a few months of prepaid rent on your apartment.  You needed cash and fast.   Shadowrunning was the only way out you could find.  Now you do what you used to hire others to do.  If it hadn't happened to you, you would probably appreciate the irony...  

    To most people you appear very professional, some might even say a little cold.  This is the mask that the corporate world forced you to put on to survive.  Underneath it you are very bitter and angry at your misfortune.  You blame everything and everyone besides yourself for your problems.  Though you try not to let it appear, you feel that you are superior to the street scum that you now have to work with if you want to survive.   The one time that you are happy is when you are in the company of other yuppie people.  Thus, you spend most of your money on hanging out in posh clubs with your former colleagues.

    You generally do leg work on a run.  Also, from time to time you use your diverse skills as a jack-of-all-trades.  Though you will accept most any assignment, you prefer those that allow you to interface with corporate culture.   Your dream assignment is getting hired to ruin the life of your former boss, thus merging business and pleasure.  Someday, you hope to rebuild your reputation and rejoin your corporate friends in their ivory towers.