Chimer had very large aspirations growing up. He was going to get to the top! He was going to be an industry leader and revolutionize Bioware, Cybernetics, Computers! You name it, he dreamed of doing it. That all came crashing down at the age of fifteen when his mother discovered Alcohol after his father was killed in a drunk driving accident. Suddenly there was no money for all his big dreams and far too many bills.
His mother was no help, in those brief, fleeting moments of Sobriety, simply screaming her husband's name to the ceiling before diving back into the bottle. Before he knew it he was nicking a couple things here, fudging a couple more there, all trying to keep a roof over his family's head. He might not have tried so hard if it had only been his mother and him. But just before his father passed away, the family had been blessed with a second child, a girl named Mellissa.
But those little things he kept having to do, kept getting bigger, and the bills didn't go away, Jeremy's mother always managing to find some bigger way to kill her liver quicker. And those little extracurriculars... they catch up to you. They always do. When he was sixteen Zachary had to run from his home, lest the police take him to jail or worse.
His mother... didn't last long after that. Though he would never know if she actually had known what he was doing or even noticed his disappearance until the money ran dry... whatever the case, by the time Zachary was seventeen, he was officially an orphan. And so was Mellissa. With her only blood relative a minor and a felon on the run from the law, she would be quickly sent to the foster system.
Zachary was not about to let that happen. He was not about to let his only family, and the only reason he had kept going since he was fifteen be stripped away from him. But Zachary Chimer could not walk away with Mellissa Chimer in his arms. He wouldn't have a way to provide for her... legally.
But, perhaps James Morehouse could provide for his sister, Virginia. James Morehouse was not wanted by the law. James Morehouse had jumped around different professions as a young adult, picking up skills (and licenses that he maintained to the current day) but never managing to find a steady job until he came to a motor shop, just on this side of the tracks.
The shop did decent work, about just as well as the next guy for the same price. But the big draw with its clientele, was the fact that the place could also patch a person up. It wasn't unusual to see mechanics working on a wrecked car and doctors working on the driver in the same room. From scrapes and bruises to gunshot wounds, the shop could take care of it just as well as the hospital, and what was better for their major clientele, keep quiet too.
Chimer was Sixteen when he had to run. With only moderate skills in infiltration and retrieval, an lesser education, and a criminal SIN, his most likely homes would have been a local street gang or the Russian mob. But Chimer was never one to think small. He was never one to settle. And he often seemed to catch the right break when he needed it. So it happened that the first people to catch up with him wasn't the police, but some of the locals going on a Run. They weren't even full Shadowrunners. But Chimer had caught there attention, and they thought they could use another quick pair of hands for their next Run.
His first job with that crew saw him walk into a building and swipe the information off an ID card off a security officer. Chimer did his work, didn't freak out, got paid, and got a glimpse at the cracks in the world. Then just as the money was starting to get tight, the Runners called again with another job. Same style as the last. Before it really hit him he had become a regular member of their crew.
Chimer Ran with them for three years, watching as Age, Chance, and Arrogance picked them off one by one. But, Chimer has a teenage sister to take care of and money doesn't flow too easily in the light, especially when you don't have the right SIN.