[hider=Riker]
Name: Riker

Age: 34
Height: 6'3
Weight: 210 lbs.
Nationality: American
Appearance:
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Fighting Style: Not a true style as much as brutal punches, kicks, and grabs meant to break or kill whoever's on the receiving end.
Specific Skill: Besides being a prime head cruncher, Riker has dedicated enough time to be as decent as a cook you can be in this hellscape. Give him the fixings and he'll get you a good meal.

Bio: Riker is a fighter, has been since the day he was born. Growing up under the heel of the "Landlord" wasn't easy for anyone in Sunshine heights. The rent was high and you were constantly under the threat of "random searches" by the Landlord's goons but ultimately, it was far safer to live here than on the outside. Riker, for his credit, was never one to lay down and take it from anyone, an attitude that cost him his fair share of pain and misery. After one scuffle to many Riker was "escorted" to the Grand Arena where he rotted for nearly fifteen years, fighting his way to the absolute top in all manner of games. Eventually he "won" his way out, killing the champion and his backup boys in front of the whole crowd. Taking the champs vehicle and leaving the gods forsaken place, Riker has been doing little but wandering about searching for...something. This news of a well paying job intrigues him greatly and since he isn't doing squat anyway....why not?[/hider]

[hider=The Jaw]
Name: The Jaw
Appearance:
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Firepower: 3
Grip: 15
Frame: 27
Acceleration: 5
Top Speed: 5
Flavor Text: [/hider]