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?) 
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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. 
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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]