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Jack Reinhardt

You're a dead man, you just don't know it yet.


LOOKS

Jack is a big man. Standing over most at 6'5", Jack is a bear of a man, built like a truck and hitting just about as hard. He has a serious and imposing demeanor, with a rigid posture and broad shoulders. Jack has rough facial features, age lines strongly imprinted on his face lack of youthful enthusiasm implies this man has seen some shit. His face is curtained off by a thick brown beard, and a white head of hair, while a large scar runs down the left side of his face. Presumably as a result of the wound that left his facial scar, his left eye has lost its color. The most notable part of his body is his left arm, which has been replaced by a black cyberarm. His outfits are plain and disposable, t-shirts and tank tops with jeans and cargo pants, tucked into utilitarian boots, and covered by leather jackets.

PSYCHE
Straight edged and to the point, Jack is cool headed and streetwise. Cynical and jaded, Jack is generally aloof and untrusting and is slow to warm up to others. Jack is as confident as he is ruthless, and in his younger years, he had gotten into trouble more than once for violent conduct and insubordination in the workplace. Though generally calm, Jack has a bit of a temper, and can get fairly aggressive when properly riled up. His mere presence can be intimidating to those of weaker will and constitution, and even those with tougher constitution find themselves scared shitless when this man decides to start interrogating. Despite his gruff and prickly exterior, Jack holds a begrudging soft spot for children- despite the fact that his appearance typically scares them. 

HEAT
A man named 'Thomas Reacher', matching Jack's relative build and description is currently on the local Triad's shit-list. Not that Jack's build and description is particularly unique. The Triad's are pretty hush hush about why they want Reacher, but 500 creds to bring him to the underboss for a 'chat' is a bit more than just pocket change. 

STREET CRED

Jack Reinhardt is a nobody, and he likes it that way. Keeps nights at the bar nice and quiet.
  
THE STORY
Born and raised in Night City, Jack Reinhardt was born the oldest son to the Night City police officer, and a doctor. His childhood was not one of major note, he went to public school, got relatively good grades, got into a few scraps, and made it to adulthood without dying. With only average marks in school, and not enough money to go to college, Jack opted instead for military service and at the age of 18 enlisted in the Army. He met the woman of his dreams shortly afterwards, and got married at the age of 21. 4 years later, his daughter was born. The family lived a rather mundane life, with a small apartment in the city, but were happy.

Happiness is a fleeting sensation in Night City, and it wouldn't last long. Jack's life in the military resulted in him staying away from home for months at a time. His wife eventually got involved in drugs- Super-Sid, as the street called it, a doped up version of your everyday acid. Missed calls, strained arguments, and heated shouting matches over the course of a few years, and Jack and his wife would eventually separate, his ex-wife taking their daughter with her. Burnt out, upset, and disillusioned, Jack left the military and moved back home to Night City.

There weren't many legal careers for a man with no college degree, and little training outside shooting and fighting, but instead of turning to crime, Jack eventually began finding work as a police officer, his military training and aptitude quickly taking him from beat cop to detective in a short two years. Despite his unorthodox (read: violent) methods and occasional disciplinary hearing, Jack was did well in the NCPD, breaking arms and limbs, shooting down crims, and getting no small amount of shit for it. It was around this time he first got involved with his current 'crew'. 

Local Triads were breaking the status quo- being too rowdy, going and spreading their influence outside their 'agreed upon' boundaries with the police, starting fights with other mobs- often to the detriment of life and legal businesses. In short, they were causing more trouble than their payoffs to the police were worth. Luckily for the NCPD, the Triads were muscling in on the territory of a local gang, the aforementioned 'Crew'. A couple discreet discussions, agreements and an exchange of several thousand creds worth of funds later, Jack was inserted into a local Triad auxiliary for an undercover assignment to undermine the Triad's influence outside their agreed upon boundaries. 

The events of the actual case are concealed behind miles of red tape, black books, and disclosed records, but the long and short of it was the Triad's were forced out of their newly acquired territory and forced back into their usual stomping grounds. While the Triads didn't lost any particularly large amounts of funds- as their venture into this new territory was relatively small by their standards, it was still a kick to their shins. Anyhow, life went on for Jack Reinhardt for another few years.   

After a shift in power up the chain of command, and one too many arguments with the new police chief for his violent, and at times brutal methods, Jack found himself at the losing end of a police operation doomed to go wrong. Burned and left for dead, Jack went underground. Replacing his destroyed left arm with a cybernetic from a local black market doctor, Jack shredded his identity, and used his remaining contacts to burn any trace of his existence. He then joined up with the 'Crew' as a source of income- his prior dealings with them and 'efficient' means of handling things earning him a small welcome from the gang.

ARMED IN THE ONE AND TWENTY
Augments
Soviet Cyberarm - 669
 
Cost: 669
Weapons
Colt Alpha-Omega - 500
C.O.P. .357 Derringer - 250
Brass Knuckles - 10

Cost: 760
Armor
Kevlar Clothing - 45
Kevlar Vest - 100
Light Armor Jacket - 150

Cost: 295
Gear
Binoglasses - 200
Med-kit - 50

Total:1974

...AND THE REST
Jack has a small safehouse in the Crew's territory- an emergency stash for when shit really hits the fan, Jack bought and furnished it during his undercover operation with the Triads. Siphoning funds from the police department, Jack has set himself up with a small, well protected safe room in a small derelict apartment building. A bed, backup gun, and 500 EB - enough for a ticket out of the city and pocket change are stashed there, all hidden away and locked behind a high grade keylock.
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