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Roger Tobias; Wrong Place, Wrong Time
Topic Started: Mar 22 2009, 06:30 AM (251 Views)
Greatak
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Player's Name: Greatak
Character's Name: Roger Tobias

Vitals
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Age: 22
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown, close-cut
Height: 1.8 Terran meters
Weight: 87.7 Terran kilograms
Distinguishing Marks/Tatoos: A pattern of weaving lines in a tribal style covers one arm.

Background: Roger’s life is a big case of being at the wrong place at the wrong time. When he was 3, his father happened to be at a store when a pair of armed men stormed the place and shot up the owner, his dad happened to be in the way. When he was 8, his mother was hit by the getaway vehicle after some heist. At 13, as an orphan on the streets, he found himself in the middle of a gang war, being shot twice before he feinted death until the authorities arrived. He spent the next year in a hospital, a crappy one due to his lack of money to pay for his bills. While here, he met the man who would change his life, Zachary Ellis. Being treated in a massive ward, Zachary had the bed next to his, and they bonded quickly, it’s extremely boring to lie immobile in a hospital cot. After they got out, Zachary had a few friends with connections to one of the major organized crime rings in the city.

Their first meeting was with a dealer, Patty. No one made fun of his name, because a few people ended up dead. But he offered them employment, a chance to expand his markets by having them deal for him. With nowhere else to turn to, Roger accepted and convinced Zachary to go along with it. It didn’t seem like that bad a gig, most of the people they sold to initially where already addicts, not giving them their fix would be the crime, but they managed their share of new customers, which impressed Patty. But this meant next to nothing after the drive by that killed Patty. But now they had customers and no product, so they looked around. One day, they happened upon a police raid of a crackhouse. They were out of product now, and would soon have the addicts hunting them down if they didn’t provide. So Roger hijacked the truck they were using to move the drugs for disposal, shooting the cop in the leg that was guarding it. Soon enough they had their customers hooked on a new drug and thus the target for a rival gang, who moved that particular drug.

Several drive-by attempts later, Roger and Zachary found themselves face to face with the man who ran their neighborhood, Eugene. After Patty had been capped, a new group took over, and Roger and Zachary were enough of a problem that their leader came knocking. After some particularly fancy wordplay by the both of them, they managed to not die, but now were Eugene’s favorite go-to guys to get done whatever needed doing. From dealing, to drive-bys, to robbing the occasional grocery store, Roger and Zachary were now neck deep in it and weren’t getting out any time soon.

Skills: Raised by the streets, Roger is a master of the illicit arts. Picking locks, hotwiring cars, pickpocketing, you name it, Roger has probably done it. He can use a side arm and shotgun well, and probably a rifle but hasn’t tried. He’s not opposed to killing people when it’s called for, but does try to avoid it if possible, so he got to be a good shot, shooting out legs and whatnot when necessary. He’s also a mildly accomplished street fighter, good enough for Zachary and him to get out of a few tight spots. His years as a drug dealer also sharpened his tongue considerably, and even though he doesn’t think of it as such, he is extremely learned about psychology because of his lifetime of conning and swindling people.

Hobbies: Life as the gang boss’s favorite doesn’t leave much time for hobbies. The few times he does get to himself consist mainly of gambling on something or other. Sometimes cards, sometimes street races, but it’s usually an attempt to get money somehow, usually by cheating.

Gear: He doesn’t carry much, just a next-gen Glock usually, and a switchblade. He is clothed in nothing fancy, just pants with enough pockets and not so baggy they impede him from running and climbing over things. His shirt is composite Kevlar cotton and he wears a jacket over that most of the time, with a hood for easy concealment. His sneakers are terribly tattered and even in this age of ultra-durable synthetic materials, all of his clothing seems worn almost to the point of being an impairment instead of something useful.

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