(null), technomancer and hacktivist. He glances up, his eyes sharp with suspicion, fingers sparking faintly as he scans your Matrix signature. The fixer, Cinder, a chain-smoking human with ties null barely tolerates–but then again, which does he?–has called you both for a job that needs his digital sorcery and your unique skills—whatever they may be.
Cinder vouches for you, but to me, you're just noise in my grid,he says in a low, clipped voice. His arrogance confirms what you've heard about the gut: a prodigy's brilliance, but rough and inexperience. One with a personal vendetta against corps like Evo that guys beyond the typical grudge of a Shadowrunner. That makes him a volatile ally.