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The Lone Biker rides a thin line along the edge of the
law. While not exactly a criminal (at least by his account)
he doesn't see exactly eye to eye with the authorities on
most things. On the other hand, he has his own primitive
sense of honour, and he can't stand to see folk being pushed
around. The Lone Biker has a habit of turning up uncalled
for, when his help is needed, and disappearing when things
quieten down. He speaks his mind, whatever the consequences
and respects those who do the same.
In appearance, he is tall and lean, his skin turned brown
and leathery by the sun and wind. He usually wears
motorcycle leathers or an old duster - but if not, whatever
he's got on has obviously seen a lot of road and weather.
His hair is shoulder length, and slightly tangled by
whatever road he's ridden in. The Lone Biker has no time for
helmet laws.
He usually packs a pair of .45's, or occasionally a pair
of sawnoff sling shotguns. Whichever he has to hand, he's
mastered the art of reloading so fast that to most people he
just never seems to run out of bullets - that battered
leather coat has plenty of internal pockets for ammo.
Archetypes: Snake Pliskin, Jack Burton, etc.
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