Warning: Some of these are characters that I don’t play anymore, but have had a life outside of the game. Skip to those who you’re interested in.
Southie (level 40):
Club Caprice was full of posers. Full of people who were uppity snobs. Full of fighters and alpha males and females, always looking out for a fight.
Jimmy MacGregor hated the place. But it was the only place he could get a job, other than PRIMUS or UNITY or UNTIL. And they barely paid the rent.
MacGregor liked to live life high, which included a fancy apartment, a plasma TV that was the envy of his neighbors, and a sound system that could make the building shake. He never looked like it, dressed in a leather vest and pants, and nearly nothing else. His dark looks, dark eyes and hair, presented him as someone not to easily mess with.
He tried to be a body guard for someone in Rogue Entertainment, but then they wanted him in the stag films. He didn’t have anything spectacular to donate to the genre, so he was let go from there. Then he attempted to join a few mercenary corps, but he wasn’t a gunfighter. He was going to join the Brute Squad until he found out they were all gay.
Now he was a lone wolf in Caprice, looking for work here and there, sometimes going out into the desert for nothing more than just beating up on things. Legally.
Damn, he wished he was home.
Blackfox (level 40):
Rumor on the street was that Donovan Riovan was looking for him. He could have cared less, considering the son of a bitch got him kicked out of Iron Horsemen. Of course, it wasn’t his fault, but Casey’s own. But what did it matter, if Gaia – an aspect of his goddess (or was it the other way around?) – blessed Nelo.
Now that Casey had been given his newest quest from his own true goddess, he would be happy to see Donovan, just to give him a sock in the fangs. And then he’d listen to what he had to say.
Next: Royal Archer, Drake.