You're a BeaverBrat, a kid from the lower echelon of the corporate set, born and raised in the so-called "beaver-villes" which ring every city. Well off enough that you don't have to worry about food and shelter, you're educated enough to know corporate-dominated life is a crock, and you're canny enough to know not to risk everything just to break the rules. You like to think of yourself as a suburban commando, looking to add a little spice to your policy-dominated lifestyle.

Most of the time, you follow the rules of your parents and the corporations, because only an idiot throws away a good lifestyle and financial backing. Other yogangs think BeaverBrats are sell-outs, beaverville bimbos happily consigning themselves to life as corporate cogs. That's because they can't reconcile the image of a BeaverBrat with that of the most imaginative pranksters in the city. But you know you're a master of maintaining a clean-cut image to ingratiate yourself with the Powers That Be, while hosing them from behind.

What You Look Like

Most of the time, you look acutely normal - suburban family clothes: jeans, T-shirts, sneakers - stuff that's too plain to ever be out of fashion. Some BeaverBrat gangs may have an affectation or two: everyone has Gargoyle mirrorshades, you all wear Night City Rangers jackets, or you all have cowboy boots. These affectations are not so much a uniform as an expression of common interests and tastes among your yogang. Except for these kinks, you usually dress to appear reliable, if somewhat bland. But when you're out on a "raid", all bets are off. So you don't have authentic ninja tabi boots and other such paraphernalia. But you do own a complete set of black or camouflage clothes, black ski masks or face paint, combat webbing from the local surplus outlet and maybe a backpack scrounged and sewn together from old beat-up remnants. You also have all the tools you think you'll need for the raid: flaslights, rope, loghters, smoke bombs, and whatever the unusual items are required by the prank of the evening. Of course, in your fanny pack, you carry the most necessary item of all: a tightly rolled bright windbreaker which you'll put on immediately after the raid. With you windbreaker on, you'll look once more like a normal boring BeaverBrat and not at all like the suburban commandos who launched a paint-filled water balloon at the CEO of EBM America (after all, the commandos were wearing black, and you kids have highly visible colors, just like it tells you in the after-dark safety guide).

They don't call you a BeaverBrat for nothing.

Subculture

You're a pretty normal kid, which, considering the proliferation of dysfunctional families, single parents, corporate orphans, drug abuse, violence, relocation, and other such amenities, is actually pretty rare. You have a stable, if bland, home life, with Corporate parents heading off to pull twelve-hour workdays all the time. Even given the requirements of school and homework, you have a fair amount of dead time on your hands.

Violence and property damage are not high on the BeaverBrat hit parade. The out-of-place, the abnormal, and the loony are what attracts you. All of this requires physical and mental skill. After dark, you train regularly, using games like capture the flag to teach and practice the arts of stealth, rappelling, evasion, and alertness. You break into each others' bedrooms to practice surveillance, breaking and entering, and how to move silently inside a building. Anytime is the right time for a practical joke, which makes most of your BeaverBrat friends quietly paranoid, a rather healthy state of mind in 2027.

Belonging

To join the BeaverBrats, you had to become close friends with one and show your bent towards mischief and unconventional activities. This was important, since BeaverBrats have a strict code of silence about their activities, and they won't talk to anyone they think isn't of like mind. Once in, it was absolutely mandatory to keep up The Camouflage at home; if you started slipping, the other BeaverBrats wouldn't invite you along for their jokes until you recovered. You know that your clean-cut image is the only thing that protects you on those rare occasions when you get caught.

Your Allies and Enemies

Sometimes, you need help from the Tinkertots and their gizmos, so there are at least some cordial relations between your groups. You look down on the MallBrats and you don't understand the ArcoRunners, so these two groups are common targets for your pranks.

Slang

Janitor: security guards, police.

Krit: as a verb, to get away clean; as an adjective, great.

Pews: parents, from the acronym for parental units.

Polebutt: anyone with no sense of humor.

Raid: any prank or practical joke.

Yahoo: one who is unreliable or capricious.

Yogang Skill: Suburban Ninja (REF)

You're a BeaverBrat, you don't thrash boards or tunnel the Arcos. But when it comes to breaking into a Corporate boardroom and filling it with twenty feet of crumpled screamsheets, there's no one better than you. Suburban Ninja combines advanced infiltration skills and breaking and entering techniques, equivalent to having Stealth and the Track part of Survival/Track skill in one ability (other yogangs have to use multiple skills like Athletics, Streetrunning and Blend for the same results). You're great at sneaking into places unnoticed (Average), hiding in shadows (Average), moving silently (Average), and opening any door that doesn't have an electronic lock (Difficult).

If You're a BeaverBrat

1) Tell me your name, age, and sex.

2) Describe what you look like.

3) Besides your V-Trodes, pick four different things from the list below that you are currently carrying:

Snoopbox (pesonal privacy scanner)

Smart Decrypter (opens card locks)

Nylon Carrybag

50m SuperString (climbing line)

10 pack of MicroFlashes (toothpick sized flashlites)

SmartGoggles (high tech vision aid)

1 Set Mag grapples

Cybernetic Claw Grapple

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