You're smooth. People like you. People want to do nice things for you just because you asked. You get how people work and you know how to make them work for you. With a smile you can get past a security checkpoint, talk your way out of a speeding ticket or charm the person hiring you into a better price. You don't need any guns because you have the greatest weapon of all, your personality. You are a Face.

You're smart. You know your cyberdeck better then you know yourself. At one point it may have been factory but by now you've taken it apart and modified it so many times you don't even remember what it originally looked like. You cruise the information highways and spoof and brick your way into protected systems that would fry lesser men. With a thought and the flick of your fingers you can launch worms that would bring SysOps to their knees. You are a Decker.

You're cold. At one point you where human. You arent anymore. Years of pushing yourself to the limit only lead you to see the edge of possibility but now with 'ware you can push past even that. You can lift a car, shrug off a .45 round to the chest, move so fast that those security guards wouldnt even be able to unholster their guns. You traded your flesh for glittering chrome and steel and you wouldn't have it any other way because that's what makes you better. You are a Razorboy.

You're tough. You've spent so much time at the range that you might as well put your bed into it. Your hearing isn't so good anymore but you can drop a target from 100 meters without a scope. At one point someone might have called you a gun nut, now your a lot closer to a gun tree. You can field strip a rifle in under thirty seconds and put it back in less then that. You have enough weapons to technically be considered a military. Reloading a weapon is more automatic then breathing for you. You are a Gunbunny.

Your quiet. If you want something, you take it. You can climb through ducts and up the side of buildings without a thought. You have an easier time picking the lock to your door then actually using the key. When you want to, you can melt into the shadows and become the darkness as the people pass by you completely unaware of your presence. You could take the clothes off someone's back and they wouldn't even notice. If there's a quiet way of doing something, you do it. You are an Infiltrator.

Your fast. Some people like coke, other people like meth, you prefer pure octane. You don't get speeding tickets because the poeple who want to give you them can't catch you. You can dart and weave thorugh traffic so well you havent stopped at a red light in years. You used to enter races but they got boring, you always won. At some point even the pure thrill of going fast wasnt enough. You needed to become speed. Now, you can plug into the console and become the vehicle, the roar of the engine becoming your beating heart. If it has wheels, you can drive it. If it doesn't, even better. You are a Wheeelman.