Name: Benny Freeman

Nickname: Killer Melody

Age: 30

Appearance:

He's 6'0 tall and weighing 180 lbs.

Outfit: What is on the picture.

Occupation(s): He's a drifting musician/ street performer. Occasional gun for hire.

Biography: Benny grew up in a family of four boys, him being the 3rd son. He and his brothers were known to be the Freeman Brothers Band, a music group that travels not only to perform but rob as well being part time bandits. Carlo the oldest, Dante the second child, Benny the 3rd son, and Eddie the baby. These four were notorious for their music talent to draw people in and then hold them at gun point to give "tribute" to their skills. The last robbery they did, changed Benny's life forever as they came upon a town with more resources than the other towns they come through. The Mayor was the sheriff and was out of town at the time when the brothers came forth to rob the place. Usually, they try not to kill, only to shoot anyone under self defense. This time around, things went south as the town they were robbing, had many deputies protecting the place. A shoot out, that Benny tried to avoid happening, went down during the stick up, causing the death of Carlo and Eddie along with the few deputies that came after them.

Dante, which was the crazy one in the family, took a woman hostage, who happened to be the Mayor's wife. Using her, Dante killed off the other deputies present. When Dante hurried to take her into a saloon, he attempted to rape her by threatening that he'd rape her son and kill him if she didn't let him do as he pleased with her. Benny begged for Dante to stop such atrocities for the fact that it reminded him of their father's sick actions. Dante pointed his gun to Benny to shut him up but before Dante could rape the woman, Benny shot his brother in the back of the head to stop him and demanded the mayor's wife to leave, saving her. As he was attempting to leave the area, the mayor showed up with the rest of his men, holding Benny at gunpoint but was spared his life thanks to the Mayor's wife. Benny, willing to pay for his crimes, was not arrested but was worked for free for a year. That was 3 years ago.

Benny now a drifter and alone, no longer robs others but uses his talents for sale. If a town needs someone to rid them of any riffraff, Benny will do the deed as long as there's some form of payment.

Equipment: An acoustic guitar that have been modified to hold in mini gun rounds, used to shoot from the guitar itself. The guitar also has another function as a pump-action grenade launcher. Even though there are hidden weaponry, the guitar can still function as a guitar. In his boots, there are two blades that come out to assist him in his hand to hand combat. His last resort is his sleeve gun.

Skills and Flaws:
Skilled with his shooting and his kickboxing, and deadly with his music, Benny is in great shape, a feat that should be known for the fact that his guitar is quite heavy to carry. Not only to play but to fight with as well. Despite his skills, he tends to get a bit careless at times. Either falling asleep in a dangerous place, getting distracted, or nearly losing his weapon, Benny puts himself in crazy situations that nearly gets him killed.

Name: Jarod Edric

Nickname: The Serpent: "Aye, he's tricky, that one. He'll find what he wants, then he'll slither back down his hole. He's a fucking snake, you should keep your eye on him."

Age: 19

Appearance: 5' 11", 145 lbs, Dark brown hair and bright green eyes.

Outfit: A simple blue long sleeve and black pants, with a dark grey ankle-length overcoat. A mechanical left arm.

Occupation(s): Private Investigator, with the occasional bounty hunting to supplement his income

Biography: Growing up distant from his family, he started a PI firm at the age of sixteen with his best friend, Eric King. They were quite successful, becoming local celebrities. All was well until a gang leader they helped arrest escaped from prison. He and his gang attacked the friends. King had his grey matter splattered on the ground by a well-placed rifle bullet. Edric had his left arm blown off by a shotgun. The gang left him to bleed out, but a trade caravan found him and saved his life. He spent a year building himself a mechanical arm. He's finally recovered enough to travel and fight, and he wants to make the Edric and King PI firm known all across Ravage.

Equipment: One handed sabre on his hip, Single action revolver with an eight round cylinder (Ammo-16 bullets), small blade in his mechanical arm.

Skills and Flaws:

• Fair Shot: He's nothing legendary, but he's skilled enough to use a gun.
• Home Made Prosthetic: Due to the lack of proper insulation, large amounts of water will shut down his left arm.
• Great Swordsman: He's quite skilled with his sabre.
• Electrophobe: Moderate amounts of electricity, when applied to his arm, cause it to shut down.
• Perks of being a PI: His work has made him reasonably intelligent, he also has a few people who owe him favours.
• Enemy of the gangs: After his spat with the gang leader who took his arm, most criminal organisations have a high price on his head.

Name: (What's yer handle, pardner?)
Jacob T. Hines

Nickname: (What do the legends say aboutcha?)
Ranger

Age: (How many years?)
21 years old

Appearance: (Yer physical dimensions and yer hair, friend.)
Tall, 5 foot 8, Has black hair, baby blue eyes, pale skin, and a rough beard

Outfit: (Watcha got on there, stranger?)


Desert Ranger armor, lots of protection from small arms fire and even radioactive hotspots. Gas masks grants immunity to gas attacks

Occupation(s): (What do you do, friend? You can pick up to two occupations, don't just have to be a gunslinger or bounty hunter.)
A Has been bounty hunter and a heavily devoted nuclear scientist.

Biography: (Spin me yer yarn, tell me bout yerself. Feel free to come up with locales in the world, you might end up visiting them at some point.)
I was a Desert Ranger ever since I was 18. The Desert rangers were one of the few groups on ravage that actually gived a shit about the small settlements that dotted the wastelands, unlike those city dwellers....life is always hard, but the desert rangers made others easier, till our leader, Ripper, found that damned ancient artifact miles under the blasted planets surface. It was a simple job. A 'moral' bounty, a fetch and grab....no...what I saw was ancient alien markings no one had seen before....and the...orb...it called out to me...called out to ripper. His mind was...warped. He went psycho, yelling...screaming...wanting human flesh and blood for...a damn blood god...he never acted like that....he started shooting at us...raving. I had to put him down....I had to...I broke his neck with a rock...my teammate grabbed the orb...and I threw him against the wall....punched his face till he collapsed....and left. I had no choice....whatever power that orb had....it haunts me to my very core. To my very nature...I blew the mine up, burying the orb...and tossed my ranger badge on the desert sand....ever since, the desert rangers have been looking for my blood...

Equipment: (Watcha carrying stranger? Weapons count here, feel free to go into detail on a gun.)

An Ancient single action revolver passed down even before there arrival on this planet. The gun has decent damage and is a family relic for years. The markings on the pistol say 1898, and has been well kept up with. It uses .44 caliber ammo and he has 3 cylinders of 6 shots for it.


1 canteen {Filled}
2 MREs

Skills and Flaws: (Ideally you want 1 flaw per 1 skill just to keep things balanced.)

Positive: Can Hack many types of computers and great with technology, Has Proficiency in Conventional Firearms, Has proficiency in Energy weapons

Negative: Freaked out by humanoid robots, Bad Luck, Terrible at sneaking, hates heights

@CadenGallic