It’s my turn.
Name: Vultures,
Class: Renegade,
Outfit: Motoracer.
Description:
A powerhouse of octane and cocaine, Vultures is never a bore. His 1000 ccm two-wheeler is a sight to behold, and it pretty much defines Vultures’ way of life - fast and brutal. He’s wrapped in leather head-to-toe, wielding a slightly longer, custom alu-bat with a sharp, oval blade at the top. Off-hand choices come between a standard US army combat knife and a Rivtech handgun. Kevlar knuckles and sleeves, ceramic plated torso and leggings and sturdy plated boots are just some of his many accessories. The helmet is both bulletproof and awesome, and the orange stripe on it is his trademark.
Vultures is the V in VIOLENCE. Even though not a great fan of them, he will use heavy rifles and powerful weapons from a distance. In most cases, the protruding razor-sharp blades welded on the bike’s chassis and his close combat skills should suffice. He won’t jeopardize his assets in a stand-off with an organized, well-armed group, altough he would enjoy bringing his blow-driven terror upon unsuspecting survivors. He won’t attack individuals either, unless they pose a threat or otherwise carry something of great importance for survival.
He never trades, teams up nor asks for help (unless in a case of a life-threatening medical emergency). He will, however, ask the locals for directions and help the less fortunate with similar info. In very rare cases he will irradicate a fungal threat by torching and destroying the spire, leaving skidmarks for his trademark afterwards.
If he tracks you down and asks you for either gas or coke, you should give it to him. Seriously.
