Rev. Richard Blake (Bishop)

Weight: 165

Apparent Age: 65

Archetype: Mercenary

Preferred Weapon: Yamaha Pulsar

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Bio: This is a man of circumstance and thats all really, he is an actual man of the cloth and still serves mass today at Saint Luke’s Episcopal Church. The Bishop came to be when the neighbourhood he lived in and worked in was being over run by corruption from city officials and from the local gangs. His once peaceful neighbourhood was turning into a war zone and he was watching as the children where being corrupted away from the Church and a life of good and into a life of violence and crime. His youth centre was overtaken by the local gangs and Lone Star refused to do anything to help, he even reached out to his city councilman once his parishioners where coming to him pleading for help. He received no help and he had to sit ideally by and watch as the youth were killing each other over territory and stupidity. This man used his role as the neighbourhood minister to try to reach out to the children he once gave guidance and with each passing day his pleas where falling on deaf ears. Till one faithful evening when he was at home with his family getting ready to sit down for diner when he heard the screeching of tires followed by automatic gunfire. His home was being riddled with bullets glasses shattering, pictures on the wall exploding, he grabbed his youngest and took cover under the table. As fast as it started he heard the roar of an engine and it was over, when he crawled out from under the table his worst nightmare had come to light he saw his second born laying dead from a gunshot would to the chest and his wife frantically cradling there fallen son.

       The minister at this point was shattered and in all his advocating for peace, he never once imagined that they would try to assassinate him or his family, he dug deep to hold it together for his wife and remaining children. The Bishop eventually ushered his family off to stay with relatives outside of Seattle just after the funeral service for his son. Once he returned home, the Bishop entered his basement and moved the holiday decoration boxes that blocked a old locked wooden door that he told his family to never enter. Once he unlocked the door and opened it turning on the light and he set his gaze on equipment through the dust and dirt that he hadn’t seen in decades. The Bishop was not always a man of the cloth, in his youth he served as a mercenary for the camp known as the Blood Barons. This camp of mercenaries were feared for there ruthless nature and lack of compassion, to them it was all about the contract and they would do anything and everything needed to complete the contract. The Bishop back then was referred to as Tremor. He walked away from that lifestyle as he got older and found the Lord, he wanted a life of piece and was tired of all the killing, well this man once had blood on his hands and he was soon to have more.

       The old minister removed his good suit and clerical collar and shirt, and began the process of putting on his old combat gear, he checked his guns and explosives making sure everything was clean and in working order. He then put on his old combat jacket, the gel packs still in place and on the breast just read Tremor and one the back was he crest of the long disbanded Blood Barons. He was about to walk back into a world that he left many years prior.

       Once on the street all his old training came back to him and he began to hunt the bastards who murdered his son, this minister was about to commit an immortal sin, but the Bible also speaks of an eye for eye. This gang was about to learn a valuable lesson that even a retired runner is dangerous and not an enemy you ever want to make. He contacted an old friend of his a mercenary known as Gonzo and Street Samurai known only as the Iceman, Tremor called in old favours and the three men meet up in a old warehouse to formulate there plans. Needless to say this trio made quick work of the gang, but Tremor felt that more needed to be done so he separated from his fellow soldiers taking the church van to rescue some of the local children that where being held captive in the youth centres basement. He knew his brothers in arms would be striking the upper levels and he already had seen to much killing and had to much blood on his hands for his liking.

      Tremor entered the basement and was forced to kill the guards, and he used his keys to open the storeroom doors finding the children twelve in all chained together and as well to the old radiator. He was lucky he remembered how to pick old fashioned locks, the children where crying and trembling as gunfire erupted upstairs. He was able to free the lost and scared children, and escort them out of the basement and into the van. He didn’t know fully what he was going to do next, but he new he had to get them to safety and that meant driving out of the neighbourhood and to a non Lone Star precinct. He drove the van deeper into Seattle hoping to get to Police Precinct One the base of operations for the fledgling Seattle Police Department. Though sadly Tremor didn’t make it all the way there before the van was blocked by two black vans they cut him off in the front and as well in the back. He yelled for the children to get down and he leaned out the window enough to open fire with his AK-98 firing fully automatic while launching micro grenades. He as well put his foot on the accelerator hoping to just ram through them, thats when he was introduced to the automatic fire of a mini gun as the van doors slide open and thousands of bullets shredded the van from the front and as well from the rear. Tremor’s arms and legs where shredded bullets ripped through his torso like a warm knife through butter, the only thoughts going through his mind where towards the children in the van and his family as the life faded from him and he blacked out.

         He awoke in a hospital emergency department and even though he was fading in and out, he could here the doctors and nurses franticly trying to save him, though there expressions told the story. He knew he was going to die here, but this old preacher still had some fight left in him and he managed to survive the worst of it. Though he required months of extensive rehabilitation, cybernetics and bioware to survive and since his insurance doesn’t cover anything if it was during an illegal activity or shadowrun he knew he was never going to be able to afford the bill. He also knew he might be looking at charges for possession of military grade weapons and ammunition as well as murder, not to mention he was Tremor of the Blood Barons and a suspect in many still open homicides. He just surrendered to the fact he was going to be broke and arrested and the worst part of everything was how was he going to be able to explain this all to his wife.

        Little did he know that he has two guardian angels within Seattle Police Department, who when they arrived at the scene used a trauma patch on him, and then removed quickly any evidence of him being Tremor and admitted him to the hospital during the chaos as Rev. Richard Blake random victim of gangland violence. His secret was kept safe, and he would never have to tell his wife of his stupidity. Those same two Guardian Angels started spreading the legend of the Bishop, the man responsible for the eradication of the gangs and removal of the crocked Lone Star officers in that neighbourhood. Though he rescued twelve children five sadly died on scene do to injuries and four others died shortly later in the hospital the three that survived owe there lives to this man.

        When he left the hospital he was reunited with his wife and children, though he will never again feel there bodies with his own flesh and he can only partially gaze upon them with his one natural eye. This man was left worse for where but he is alive, both his arms, his left eye, part of his skull and torso where replaced with cyber as well as his lower legs. Though his spine was severed and he is now a paraplegic in a wheel chair for the rest of his days. Though his neighbourhood is free to grow and excel, he is able to once again see the innocence in the children’s eyes, and he is able to be there for his own children and his wife.

          Bishop has never again taken to the life as a runner and is fully retired by both injury and as well his own conscience that still eats him up today, he is tormented by all the blood on his hands and he is dumbfounded that the young look up to runners as hero’s and role models. He offers services for anyone trying to escape the lifestyle, or just need fatherly advice from a man who has served his time in hell.