Name: Nathaniel Remmon
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Appearance: Lanky, unshaven and wears glasses. 5'9", 163 lbs. Wears travelling clothes.
Equipment: Carries a revolver (or equivalent), a personal computer, and a combat knife.
Bio: A travelling archaeologist and historian interested in the city's past, visiting so that he can learn about the nearby area and dig up ancient mysteries.

Now you can add "an archaeologist" to that list IHMN.

He has a good point.

Of course the Pimp Masta's goign to play Mr. T.

Well as long as someone does. You can't have the A-Team without Mr.T...

A failing body guard, a programmer, a doctor, a mercenary, a detective, a psychic, a pimp, and an archaeologist.

We're like some sort of screwed up A-Team.

I can see our mission now…

“After shooting your way into an empty warehouse, you have to fix our spy's broken leg. He has the codes you need to program something, but he is mute, deaf, and has no arms, so you must find some way to get the info out of his head. Soon, guards will come after you. They are all whores and desperate for money, so you must find a way to get rid of them. After that, you will all suddenly be snatched into a net. Nearby there are some ropes, a chandelier, two pieces of gum, some barb wire, and a stuffed monkey. Once you are free, you must find the ancient laptop. Then program it. Once done, you must escort our spy out and back to the base.”

I'm going to have to throw in a stuffed monkey and barbed wire some time, just to see what your character does with it.

Xennith, your character sounds alright.

I'll have something up tomorrow, I have to think more. Since SS is still all doctor-y, a paramedic might be too similar. Any suggestions?

"After using the barbed wire to cut a small hole in the stuffed monkey's back, Bill replaces the stuffing with the barbed wire.

'Guard! I found this cute little stuffed monkey. Would you like to hug it?'

The guard, intreged by the offer of petting a cute monkey, unlocked the door. Opening it ajar, the guard stuck his hand in for the monkey. Carefully, Bill placed the monkey in the guard's hand so the barbs would not touch him.

Once he cute monkey was in his possession, the guard slammed the door shut. The cute monkey was to much for him to bear, so before he remembered the lock the door, the guard hugged the adorable creature.

'Ow!' The guard yelled out as the barbs dug into his skin.

With that yell, Bill slammed the door open and jumped out. Using the stuffing from the monkey, he throw it at the guard's face. Being blinded by the stuffing in his face and the slight pricks of the barbs, the guard tripped on his own feet and fell over. Bill took this oppertunity to grab the stuffing and sufficate the guard until he passed out."

Name: Pontius Ashvin, AKA "Masta P"

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Appearance: A stout, powerful and bald black man in his early thirties, Masta P dresses richly, wearing a heavy fur coat, a broad white hat with a feather in it and expensive jewelry, such as a thick chain necklace and jeweled rings on each finger. In addition, he carries a heavy metal cane with a golden eagle as a headpiece. However, despite his obvious affluence, his panoply is tastefully arranged and actually fits together, as opposed to being a jumble of accessories and clothes.

Equipment: Nothing Pontius wears is what it seems, apart from the jewelry. After several failed assassination attempts by jealous rivals, his fur coat was sewn with ballistic cloth and light ceramic armor plating, enough to protect against a shotgun and pistol fire, but not doing much to rifle rounds.

His cane is made of solid steel, and weighs somewhere around 10 kilos - however, his tremendous arms allow him to swing it around as though it weighed no more than a couple of ounces. It breaks apart in the center to form two small batons, and Masta P is very skilled in their use. Many a punk has gotten the shock of his life as this seemingly harmless "old man" beats them down with hardly more effort than he would take to open the door.

And his jewelry, while normal, is decpetively useful. Pontius finds that having rings on the hand serves as a very good substitute for knuckle dusters, and the almost-solid layer of gold chain on his chest has protected him from gunshots and shivs more than once.

Of course, this is rarely tested - for the most part he is warded by his bodyguards, and even if he were not, his reputation among the higher and lower levels serves to ward away all but the most foolhardy or desperate hoodlum.

Bio:

The man called Masta P was not always the rich crime boss he is today. He began as a lowly gangster, Pontius Ashvin, in the lower levels of Aeron.

Born in the gutter and raised in the streets, Pontius was the quintessential street rat. He had no name until he saw a trivid holocast of "The B-Team", where the character called Pontius Ashvin caught his eye because he was as black as he was. Pontius took the name for himself, which fit very well given his innate physical aggression. Whenever he fought, his sheer ferocity would overwhelm most foes, and he quickly developed a reputation as a man who would stop at nothing to get his way.

Eventually, he was recruited by a crime family as an enforcer, and while being part of an organization removed the unpredictability of the past, the direct approach he took to most problems still remained. Pontius was infamous for causing more problems than he solved in his attacks, which was why he and his gang of low-life degenerates were usually held in reserve until some truly great threat merited his presence. When not on active duty, he was sent to police the Family's territory, and his violence of action meant that any neighbourhood patrolled by him quickly found its crime rate dropping to zero as the hoodlums scrambled to flee from him.

As he grew older, however, his temper mellowed, and he went from a fiery vigilante to merely being a ruthless leader of men. After the head of the Family was killed in a shoot-out, Pontius managed to gain control of the nightclubs and brothel operations, leaving the drugs, alcohol and gambling enterprises to the other lieutenants. It was at this point that Pontius changed his name to "Masta P" to represent that he was a changed man, and to avoid any unnecessary stigma associated with his prior vocation. Using the remnants of his "B-Team" and the services of a capable major-domo of the Family, Pontius managed to organize the acquired properties into a lucrative base of capital.

Masta P was different from other pimps in that he treated his girls very well. He treated them like ladies, provided they acted like ladies. While he could be very tolerant of an individual girl's troubles ( he let a prostitute who wanted out go with his blessing, though usually most did not want to leave) he was adamantly against drugs being used by his "employees" and against "bitchy" behavior in his girls. If he saw them happening, he dismissed them without further discussions. And if any fool should actually dare to harm his girls... well then, that fool wouldn't make the mistake twice.

A quirk of Masta P is that he likes to walk the neighbourhood in disguise, wearing a heavy, plain coat over his clothes and hiding his stick's head inside his cloak. Some say he patrols the place. Some say he's spying on his enemies, and possibly, friends. But only he knows that he does this to get to know his territory better, as well as the people living on it. He masks himself so well that sometimes even his own minions fail to recognize him, and this is how he likes it.

His fur coat stops shotguns? And pistols for that matter? Celes said before no bullet reflecting armor...