[hider=Hobo Cop]

Name: 
Bruce Steel - likely an aka, and a bad one at that

Alias: 
Hobo Cop

Age: 
45

Gender: 
Male

Bio: 
Who knows what darkness lurks in the heart of man?  Hobo Man does.  Prolly.  Maybe.  He'll tell you for a dollar.  Or a sandwich.

Background:
Forced into early retirement because the brass didn't appreciate his particular approach to law enforcement and peace keeping and all that type sort of stuff.  Particularly they didn't like his low-level corruption, general incompetence, intermittent excessive force, and chronic alcoholism.  That's Bureaucrats for ya.  They don't get it.

A self-described vigilante and anti-hero he's actually somewhere between a D-List Villain and a general nuisance.

Personality:  
A brooding mastermind, in his own mind.  To most he's a pompous ass with delusions of grandeur.

Appearance:  
Slightly grungy.  Very TactiCool.  Looks like a LARPer who should probably account for where he was on January Sixth.
Beard.  Belly.  Molle Webbing.  Patches.  Shades.  Earpiece not connected to anything.  Kevlar Gloves.

Weight:  Slightly Over
Height:  Modestly Tall

Powers:  
A Great Pension:  Due to the benefits of a strong union Hobo Cop can purchase gear slightly better than the best gear available to your average citizens.  And he doesn't even have to wait 10 days!  Oh he can also eat free at Chic-Fila-A and In N Out.  Chipotle only gives a 50% discount.  Stingy bastards.

Health Plan of the Gods:  Hobo Cop can heal from near any wound.  Given enough time.  And something to watch on the hospital's television.  And given that they cut him off the painkillers before he gets too lost in the sauce.

The Ultimate Detective:  Hobo Cop has the detectivery skills of a man who never quite made Detective but is super good at Googling and also he has Torr so he's well aware of all the super secrety stuff going on and stuff.  None of your secrets are safe from him, although many of the secrets that you've been trying to hide that he's uncovered aren't actually things.  But he'll still Tweet about them.

Weaknesses:
Complete Lack of Actual Authority:  As a retiree most of his authority exists in his mind.

Fast Food:  Late hours spent prowling the city streets looking to bring justice to the populace of a city desperately in need of protection from the devious and deviant threats that prowl behind every corner...means he has to like get a meal where he can.  Often that means pulling the Hobo Cave (his small van) up to a drive thru.

Cardio:  It's not there bro.  It's just not there.

Canon:
Hobo Cop has a long list of allies and nemeses.  Nemesises.  Nemesi.  Enemies.

Most of them are unaware that they have such long lasting and storied relationships with him.

There's Surprisingly Speedy Graffiti Man, who has long been able to evade the long arm of the law.

There's Big Mouth PR for the Department I Used To Work For Lady, who just doesn't get it.

There's Mr. Never Honors My Retiree ID for a Free Burger at In N Out Man.  Fuck him in particular.

In the Arena he is undefeated.  Largely because his vast detectivery network only just discovered the Arena.

Gear:
Just dig through the website of any Uniform store that sells Law Enforcement stuff.  Go through the Firefighter stuff too.  Actually just Google Tactical Wear, Punisher shirt, military surplus, and maybe UFC Gear.  He's got a lot of that stuff.  Boots.  Kneepads.  Shin Guards.  Suspenders (tactical ones).  Gloves.  Elbowpads.  Night Vision goggles.  A bullet necklace.  Probably a tribal tattoo.

Also a lifted van usually parked behind his buddies Car Repair business and for some reason usually covered in a camouflage tarp
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Maybe also Danger, Danger Fontaine.  Rapping Professional Wrestler with more Muscles than sense.