This is more of a placeholder for important NPCs that you meet. I'll fill in bios and such for them here as you meet and get to know them.

Name: Ozmond “Oz” McGregor

Gender: Male

Age: 23

Char. Type/Role: Medic

Appearance: Oz is 5’ 11” and 146 pounds. He’s slim and lean, but not muscled. He has light brown hair and beard that makes him look significantly older than he actually is. He has an unreadable face and pale green eyes. When not working, he tends to dress more formally than is required. When working, he wears his standard uniform.


Skills/Abilities:

• Sidearm Training: “Rifles? Too much kick to them. Give me a pistol and I can put some decent shots down-range”
• Extensive Medical Knowledge: “My parents were army medics, I grew up reading medical textbooks.”
• Exceptional Cook: ”I should’ve been a chef, really. Not as much life-saving, but so much more money.”

Personality: Oz has a reputation for being fairly mild-mannered. While he’s not quiet in his opinions, he does know when to keep quiet. He’s exceptionally intelligent, but never had to speak out loud very much most of his life. He has a slight stutter, but his words are carefully chosen. He has a good sense of humor and doesn’t take himself too seriously, making him good at making friends.

Name: Jericho Cross

Gender: Male

Age: 37
Char. Type/Role: Bounty Hunter

Appearance:


Skills/Abilities: Rather unsurprisingly, Jericho is a dead accurate shot with his highly tooled pistol, something that probably saved the man's life more times than he could have counted. Most weapons, in general, have crossed into his use at one point or another, and he has a rather impressive grasp on combat and tactics, beyond being able to pick up most weapons and make use of them rather readily. Outside of a fight, Jericho is a natural tracker of both sentient and nonsentient species, especially those that he has crossed paths with before. He is also an armorer, capable of maintaining most weapons and armors, since there isn't much time for him to rely on others to patch his gear. Outside of walking, or running, most complicated vehicles are outside of his range of skills, and pray to whatever god you believe in he isn't the only hands available to patch someone up, since it will likely not end well for them. Unless he is burning a wound shut with a smoking barrel anything more complicated than that is answered by hard boozing and a hardy constitution. Needless to say, most medical professionals hate him.

Personality: Jericho Cross is a wary individual, who trusts slowly and is even quicker to abandon any hard earned trust he might have had in someone or something, only willing to usually trust what his own two eyes see, and what his gun can do for him. Jericho does not joke and takes a situation deadly serious, and often times either ignores jokes going over his head, or completely fails to register they were jokes to begin with. Jericho keeps a tight lock on his feelings, and as such typically has a real hard time interacting with people outside dragging them to be turned in for his payment. Needless to say, he isn't very popular. As such, he often drinks, heavily, when off duty, to the point that most of his paycheck, that isn't towards maintaining gear, is towards booze, often times drinking his meals rather than eating them. Get him drunk enough and he'll reach some semblance of an approachable human being, right up until he smashes the empty bottle over someone's head. So not really approachable at all, he hid a lot under this exterior but since he can't remember what now, thanks to the memory wipe, he tends to get angry when its brought up, or violent if drunk when its brought up. But he can be relied on in a bad situation to be himself, untrusting and ready to act to see a job done.

Gear:
- Custom Revolver: Jericho's pride and joy is a massive caliber handcannon, which utilizes various ammunition types for varying jobs, all of which can be loaded in the blink of an eye, such is the bounty hunter's experience with the gun. The two most common being an armor piercing, for hard targets, and hollow point for softer, less hardy targets. He also carries a Less than Lethal round that, barring shots to the vital organs or head, usually wont kill. Usually. More exotic ammo exists, but Jericho rarely carries them unless he knows he'll need it. The revolver also has a laser sight and small optic, although the optic sees dubious amount of use since Jericho often fires via the still intact iron sights.

- Body Armor: Jericho maintains several lines of personal defence, the first and most obvious is not being where the rounds are. As such, his equipment is deceptively light weight for its strength, but only really covers the vitals in hardplate. The first physical line is his old duster, fitted with a ballistic weave as well as cushioned in the right spots to alleviate blunt force. His most obvious defense is the thick composite breastplate, which is composed of several materials to interweave into a more effective defense than any of them alone would provide. It is also the heaviest part and is in no way, shape, or form concealable, and is, like any armor, hardly proof against everything. But it covers the most common bases, coated with energy diffusing outer layer and the rest a series of composite layers designed to hold up to varying degrees of small arm calibers.

- Tracking Devices and wrist mounted PDA: Tiny, less than a square inch in size, devices that Jericho can plant or even throw onto escaping targets, which then allows Jericho to track them with his specialized PDA. They have limited range and battery life, and the PDA itself is otherwise average and unassuming beyond the tracking mechanic, unequipped for any sort of hacking or specialized work beyond the program loaded to indicate location of a tracker.

Gender:
Male.

Age:
Older than you, kid.

Role:
Pointman, urban tracker, bargainer.

Appearance:


Skills/Abilities:
Old Ben has spent almost his entire life as a mercenary of one sort or another. He's fought for rebel causes and then for the establishment crushing them. He's protected the interests of big business before helping rob them with a band of crooks. And if there's biome that old Ben has never fought in, they must have invented it yesterday. Throughout most of his career, Ben has fulfilled the role of pointman, the first member of any team to enter the killzone and the one with the lowest life expectancy. So as good as Ben is with his rifle, handgun and knife, his main talent is the one he's practised most; he's extremely good at not dying. He's really gotten into the habit of being a live, in fact, and doesn't intend to start dying at his time of life. That's always been something other people did.

Ben's great experience comes in useful in all sorts of ways; he knows which models of guns are reliable, who to buy them from, which jobs will be busts and which ones will pay out more. He can usually tell when someone's trying to play him, cheat him or sell him supplies at an inflated price. Ben's prior dealings with most traders mean that if they see him coming, they immeadiately begin packing the best stuff they have into a bag, put on a big smile and hope he'll pay without telling the other customers what things should really cost in the stall. Ben's final talent is in tracking, but not out in the bush. He has friends in low places, has Ben, and he can almost always call upon them for favours or information. Anyone running away from him better make sure that no one and nothing sees them do it, because the walls have ears and mouths. Mouths that talk to Old Ben.

Personality:
Like many people of a more senior age, Ben doesn't take kindly to fools or time wasters. He's seen enough of them in his life and doesn't particularly feel the need to talk to any more, especially not now his luck is probably running dry. So those that don't get to the point or don't know what the point is get a short shrift from Ben. Those who know their mind and aren't afraid to speak it, however, should get along just fine with him. When something is up, you can be sure Ben will tell you, whether you like it or not. Maybe you're not cooking the stew quite right, maybe you missed a spot while cleaning your rifle, he'll let you know. And he expects the same from others, as long as the criticism is constructive. Ben believes in telling people when they've gone wrong and hopes others will do the same for him.

He can be a little grumpy, a little cantankerous but only when he's not on a job. Without a purpose, Ben feels aimless and frustrated. With something to focus on, he tends to be gruffly cheerful if a little pushy. While on a job, Ben constantly pushes the other members of the team to make sure they're on alert and doing all they can to make sure the job succeeds, even if he's not leading the team. Success leads to life, he sometimes says, and he doesn't intend to die just yet.

Gear:
To be added