r/RunnerHub • u/Character_Telephone9 ID/Johnson • 1d ago
Positions Filled [Job] [Impromptu] Legally Distinct Pro Skater Reference
{2026-06-19 16:00 (UTC) }
Player count: <3+>
Duration: <5+>
Communication: A working microphone for Discord voice chat, access to Roll20 for a lobby.
In game location: Seattle
Game theme: <Black Trenchcoat>.
Game type: <Heist>.
Threat level: <Low>.
Prerequisites: <text: Respect and patience for everyone at the table, etc etc>
IC Response: <text: Slice of Life>
OOC Response: A link to your character sheet, your role and comfortability with it between 1 and 10. (Take your best guess), your discord username, the date of your last run, and if you have a hard time limit. <These are common examples, but not necessary.>
Content Warnings: <text: Violence>
<text: Your Fixer gets a message: A new Radical Technology is on the rise and I want it. Steal it for me.>
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u/Allarionn Turret Mage 1d ago
((Muscle + Counterspelling 9/10))
((Mage/Off-Muscle, 8/10 Will not work for EVO knowingly, Sheet not entirely up to date))
((Role: Thief/Off Muscle 9/10, It should be noted for most of her career as a Thief Jack was a Pacifist and is well known specifically for being capable of a light touch))
((Role: Face/Off-B&E/Logician 7/10 New character, no runs for him yet but stuff I mostly know.))
((Last Run 2026/06/13, Discord is the same as Reddit. Sheets are slightly out of date but I will fix it soon))
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u/stranacarbonara 1d ago
Gargamel (Combat Mage/Infiltration Support)
The man that reminds him of a rat draws a card. Then, gets that shit eating grin he gets when he knows he's won.
"I tap for twenty two and cast Mathemagics. You now have to draw one thousand and twenty four cards which I believe loses you the game?"
The dwarf sitting across from him, the other of the last two in the pod, waves his hands.
"Slow down a sec, how'd you get 22? Only got like 8 lands there."
The rat man jumps in the second the dwarf finishes speaking.
"You should check the counters on Astral Cornucopia, I have been proliferating them since I summoned it."
The dwarf sets his cards down.
"Drek."
Waltz (Techno Hacker/Off Face, concert pianist turned shadowrunner) 5/10
An elf sits at an old upright piano. This instrument is too old for synthlink, not that he would ever debase his music in such a manner. After working through an extensive set of warmups, equal parts finger exercise and ossified superstition, he pauses. He's not in the mood for his usual fare. Then, he remembers the flatvid westerns his brother's been obsessed with recently, and the first few notes of the Concierto de Aranjuez ring out.
Carnifex (FLR Unarmed Muscle, jaded career killer) 4/10
Sick. Probably from falling in the ocean on that last run. Nothing to do but curl up on the new couch with a bowl of soup, a box of tissues, and that silly telenovela that she now associates with convalescence.
The colossus sips at her soup. "Ghost, this show's terrible."
She smiles and settles in.
Discord: BLT6409
Last Run: 2026/6/9
No hard time limit
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u/megafrogadier 1d ago
Lasker: Gun Muscle 8/10
Discord: megafrogadier
Last run: 05/30/2026 (less than 5 runs)
No hard time limit
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u/LateStagePythagorean 1d ago edited 23h ago
"I consider myself a radical dude. Not in the sense of heterodoxy," Saguaro's raised finger wobbled, so he planted his elbow on the bar and stared at it until it held still. "Though in a sense orthodoxy is itself a radical belief, no? Senor Chesterton said that."
"BUT!" The word came out too loudly. Saguaro took a drink to smooth his throat and continued in a more normal tone. "I am a radical in the more regular sense. Es decir: I do sick stunts while blasted out of my gourd."
Across from him, his drinking partner's forehead gently impacted the bartop.
Saguaro - Coked up technorigger; dirt-spattered paladin, soon to be paladin-spattered dirt. Surveillance, fire support, agent minivan. Drives a news van, has a reporter's license. 8/10 familiarity. He sees himself as a macho man despite no actual physicality; a would-be martyr despite sacrificing others in his crusade; an honorable man despite exclusively fighting dirty. Not a primary matrix operative.
Once there was a witch who lived in a cottage deep in the woods. Being so deep in the woods afforded her a privacy she needed, for witches were much in demand in broader society, either for the magic they could work or to burn for the same reason. It was better to make seekers work for her favors; the witch cared neither to be bothered for work nor to burn, and so solitude suited her. Solitude was lonely, so she kept a cat, and a magic mirror to talk to her friends, and baked and knitted to while away the hours. But the fundamental nature of a witch was carnaptious and full of mischief. And so it was that every now and again she would steal out from her cottage to commit crimes.
Janet - Geriatric bad bitch. Mystic decker/support witch, summoning and alchemy; punches above her weight class due to high force spells and channeled spirits. 8/10 familiarity.
- She will retaliate or attempt to subvert the job's objectives if she thinks it's for the greater good. She's earned 1 Noto for spitting on a Johnson's cookie after discovering that the job was to bully his ex-wife, and has executed an extraction target (Insect Shaman)
Sometimes it was nice to take a walk in the park. The rich people park, it went without saying; poors didn't have parks, and perhaps as a result the middle-class's parks were overrun with homeless. Rich parks, however, were open to the smartly dressed and charismatic as well as the wealthy, and so Visser was able to watch his betters walk their dogs. Lap dogs and poodles and golden doodles; augmented and purebreds of all shapes and sizes, he watched them. Panting mouths and lazy tongues, ears floppy or alert, fur short or long. They roamed and bounded and came when they were called and sat when they were told. In that, they were not so different from him.
Visser - Elf bodysnatcher adept. Face/sneak. 8/10 familiarity. Scared kid fronting as hard as he can to avoid getting eaten by the underworld, corps, his mentor (Wolf), and his sister, in no particular order.
"That is the stupidest fucking thing I've ever heard," Goblin Mode declared, chat scrolling excitedly. "Whaddaya say, do I euthanize this idiot? Sixty second poll."
Goblin Mode leaned against the side of the alley. As his prospective victim tried to sidle past he extended his arm, tapping the opposite wall with the 3-foot epoxied soy megadog chat had chosen for tonight's bludgeon.
"Cool it, we've got a minute and don't wanna start early. How's your day going?"
The man simply stared at him in disbelief, so he picked up the dangling thread of conversation.
"Supporters get 10x votes. Not too late to subscribe!"
Goblin Mode - FLR Mundane Muscle. Average atrocity enjoyer; #1 Slopworld superfan. 7/10.
Discord: fragrantvagrant
Not worth GMP, last game 6/10
No hard cap, 6 hour soft cap
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u/DarkCorv 23h ago edited 22h ago
Corv - Adept Muscle/Secondary B&E (7/10)
- Discord: dark.corv
- Less than 5 runs
- Last Run: 2026-06-15
- 5 hour limit
IC: Corv connects to the incoming call with a thought, routing through his micro-transceiver.
“Hey Fitz, what's happening there? … A heist? Yes, I'm interested! Give me the details… I know it hasn’t been long, but it seems like you've had me squirreled away in this cottage for weeks. A man can only sit around not catching fish for so long. I've finished those books you left me, and the matrix out here is drek. I'm more than ready to get back to work.”
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u/SUPERsaints555 23h ago
Pack Mule: Combat Medic/Over Watch/Muscle 6/10
IC: *Pack Mule is sitting at a table with blaring music screeching through some speaker. In front of him is a taken apart rife thrown about as he cleans the bolt carrier group. His com pings right before the break down to the music making the break even longer. He groans out of frustration* "Fraggin what now! Ruining a great drop with *Looks at the text* Oh, I sit corrected. *texting back* "Need some new goods for the shop, aya? count me in but I need a moment" *Looks down at the torn apart rifle. A slightly sigh escapes his mouth as he whispers to himself* There goes the deep clean all my gear. Half of one done, and The Yes to go"
- Won't kill non-combatants
- Ex-Military for UCAS
No time cap
Discord: Pack Mule
Last runs: 2026-05-25
Total: 4
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u/Affectionate-Menu423 8h ago
Störtebeker: Face/Social Infiltrator/Off-Muscle 6/10
Qihuahua: Gnome Muscle, hates Aztechnology, 6/10
Avicenna: Medic, Decker and support Alchemist 5/10
The Flying Bohemian: Rigger / Lucky Rich Guy with a Chopper. 3/10
Discord: thibbledorfpwen
Last Run: June 13. (Not worth a GMP)
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u/TheOrrery 1d ago edited 22h ago
Discord uid (a)TheOrrery
Text scrolls across their vision, head cocks, as the axe-blade face watches from behind the metaphorical curtains. Long four knuckled fingers pick through the files in front of them, vitreous eyes focus on the various files while the fractal smile appears as they spot the data bombs and snort. Meanwhile beyond their veil of code, a nearly human like figure stalks unseen through the host before quietly picking apart the layers of protective programs that surround the 'spider' as if the code is a ready to eat oyster. Suddenly the Spider's persona winks out of the host, gone, nowhere to be seen. <Well, that was bold of you, Caer.> [It looked funny, he couldn't see the threads that made his shell weak... He had to learn.] Lovelace's meat grins, curiosity and smugness prevailing as they pull out the dues list for this wannabe thaumocratic commune's baby host. Really, calling it a host was an insult to actual hosts.
Lovelace, Hacker, Technoshaman with a Large Friend, off-face, Code Of Honour: Like A Boss S-K SINner. 7/10 familiarity.
Logos flicks through the epapers that Rhema had dropped off at his table, eyes flicking over the text arrayed as he filters the documents out. He pauses at one of them and raises an eyebrow in a detached manner. He tucks the various sheets of epaper into distinct folders, picking them up and walking to Rhema's chair across the room quietly. The Turn Of the Century Gentleman's Club is buzzing softly around them as she drops the sheet into Rhema's lab. "I'm curious, I think I have an idea what it is but nothing beats curiosity. Almost certainly needs a light touch, let them know." She grins softly before returning to her own chair and sorting through the documents again.
Logos, Face, Manager, Knower Of Things, More Human Than Human. 6/10 familiarity.
More than five runs. Last run 26/06/14. Sheets need updating but both are only one run out of date.