Hannahan God
Archetype: Ork Gang Leader
God's gang started as a fluke. This pathetic man become
involved in a street fight during which he landed a single hard, and extremely
lucky, punch in such a place that it decapitated his frail opponent. A
few of the on lookers who were members of the fallen opponent's gang wanted
to join up with God immediately, mesmerized by a false sense of power in
their leader. The truth is, God can't fight worth a damn. And he never
does. He explains it as a desire to "spare the world from his unending
power." In addition to being an all around asshole, God and his gang
run a small BTL operation, dealing in a custom chip which is not only highly
addictive but also convinces many of its users that God is truly one of
the greatest people ever to walk the earth.
Miken
Archetype: Ork Gang Member
Miken is God's most devoted follower. Visually he is less
than impressive, five foot six and extremely overweight. Once a sumo wrestler,
he has made many attempts to apply his skills in this area to regular street
fighting and has been mildly successful on targets that make the mistake
of getting too close. He once killed an opponent merely my suffocating
him in his chest flab. Miken also deals BTLs, usually on low-life inhabited
street corners in the bad parts of town.
Soapy
Archetype: Elven Gang Member
Staying consistent with the gang image, Soapy isn't much
of an elf. He is rather ugly, short, bald, and skinny as a twig. His personality
isn't much more attractive and he's jumpy, annoying, and talks too fast, not that he ever says anything important anyway. Soapy is mainly a courier,
running BTLs to any number of the low life individuals who deal for the
gang. He is skilled with his heavy pistol, however, though the recoil tends
to knock his frail body across the room when he fires it.
I Write The Songs
Archetype: Human Gang Member
I Write The Songs is almost completely useless and God
keeps him around because he likes his music. Songs is a hippie; long hair,
scraggly goatee, a quarter of synthetic weed in his pocket at all times.
He is so burnt that he sometimes can't remember his own name, let alone
where he is, or how to play his guitar which is always way out of tune.
Occasionally when he is hard up on cash he'll push a BTL or two to help
make ends meet.
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