These are the NPC's that the characters have run into in one way or another. Most are relatively benign, but some are rather angry. There is little indication if they will ever see these people again.
Dirk Renquist
Archetype: Lone Star Vice Cop
Dirk is your model corrupt vice cop. He's tall and gangly, with black, greasy, stringy hair. He wears a pair of black wire rimmed glasses that frame his constantly contracted pupils. Most think effect is for looks rather than an actual purpose or an actual normal physical trait. Dirk wears slightly out of style suits (from the 30's and 40's) and walks with a slight limp as well.
Dirk has many other contacts outside the police station, including a network of snitches and other petty criminals strewn throughout the entire Twin Cities area. Dirk's specific alliances are unknown, but it is suspected throughout the higher-ups in Lone Star that Dirk is the contact person for an organization outside the company. It is thought that he approaches criminals with offers to lose the evidence against them if they do a favor for him. Although suspected, there is no evidence against Dirk, and every time some appears, it mysteriously disappears just as quickly. The management has tried to force Dirk out of Lone Star several times already, but he seems to have some sort of Patron within Lone Star protecting him.
Archeytpe: Crazy Troll Scrounger
Minneapolis has over 400,000 people contained within its frontier, many of whom scrounge through the crap lining the city streets, old houses, and skyscrapers, for a living. It's not much, but at least it gives people something to barter with for food and weapons. Of all the scroungers in Minneapolis, none are as truly unique as Brog the Troll. Brog just wants to find stuff and to be left alone, but he has a strange propensity for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Brog looks a normal troll, very menacing and big, decked out in a ratty blue winter coat and jeans. He makes a funny clinking sound when he walks, probably from all the crap he's got put into his overstuffed pockets which makes very unstealthy. Another feature is his broken horn, which he now usually has poking out of the top of a tattered stocking cap that's three sizes too small for his head. Brog's a little taller than your average troll, but also has a bit of a beer gut (nobody knows where he got the beer though). Brog has been hit one too many times over the head with something thick, as he's not even half as bright as your average troll.
What Brog does have is a big wooden bat, about the size of a small log that he found in some sporting goods store he was digging through. He has lovingly named his bat "Maug" and has carved in sprawling handwriting "Brog Luves Maug" along its side. Brog has wonderful conversations with Maug, who has replaced his old best friend "Shoe," that just happened to be his left sneaker. Shoe was stolen by a group of street punks while Brog was sleeping about a year ago. Maug constantly tells Brog that he should be beating people over the head and who's Brog to argue with his best friend?
Brog had also found an Enfield shotgun which was recently stolen by two punks (read PC's) riding a Blitzen. Brog isn't too happy about that.
Archetype: Human Combat Biker Wannabe
Actually Timmy hates to be called Little Timmy because he thinks it makes him sound young. Actually, Little Timmy is an 11 year old (he's really 11 and 3/4 which he will remind anybody that calls him little) boy with sandy blonde hair and the usual dirty tattered clothes. His problem is that he thinks he's really a lot older and should be treated as such.. Timmy lives with his extended family in a little hovel of shacks on an overpass of 35W in Minneapolis (Blue Blood's territory).
Timmy's favorite pastime is to watch the trid he put together out of old parts. The picture is very fuzzy and he only has mono sound, but that doesn't stop Timmy from watching his favorite shows. Timmy loves Suzy the Orc Wonder, and has never missed a Combat Biker game. In fact, his true dream is to get out of the Zone and become a combat biker. If Timmy meets anybody with a working motorcycle he will hang on them like they are his best friend.
Timmy also recently acquired a burst fire shotgun which he sleeps with at night. Two of punks on a Blitzen gave it to him in exchange for some information on a missing Elf.
Archetype: Dwarven Decker
Jax is a Dwarf that was born and raised in the Twin Cities Sprawl. He even has that "typical" Minnesota accent that all out of towner's expect to hear with a lot of "yah sure's" and "yeh becha's" thrown in for good measure. Jax is an albino that seems to be rather malnourished. Nobody knows if this is from lack of eating, or an eating disorder. Actually nobody has ever bothered to ask because of Jax's sharp personality. Jax is not a very personable person. He's gruff and mean to his clients, but he gets the job done, and his services are not that expensive in comparison to other deckers.
Jax uses a breadboarded deck from a secure line routed through no less than ten computers at a time. He rarely leaves his apartment, and expects runners to come to him when asking for services. When Jax does go out he never does so alone, something about fear of somebody he screwed over a few years back.
Archetype: Mystery Man
This individual appeared one night in the dead of the Minneapolis winter almost out of nowhere. He's about 6'1" and a moderate to heavy build. His hair is well maintained, but curly and thick. His presence commands an almost irresistible respect by everybody that has encountered him; this is only furthered by his suave good looks. He also has a smug smile that he gives everybody that he encounters. The Man in the Blue Sunglasses (TMBS) has only been see in pristine, well tailored suit with only designer labels. He also wears his trademark blue John Lennon Sunglasses that give him his current name.
With these good looks his true purpose is surprising. TMBS has been seen trying to kidnap a young elf from a troll and a female human. In the ensuing fight TMBS took at least two arrows from the troll's bow, two Predator Rounds, a couple of unarmed blows, a flaming troll grabbing onto his leg and several direct spell hits. Through all of this he showed not one iota of pain. In fact he gave the same smile through all of it. TMBS also used a SMG built into his arm that shot incidiary shells, a retractable cyber spur, and used a monowhip on the troll. He was defeated by a tactic devised by the captured elf which involved pulling his pants around his ankles. This surprising burst of ingenuity allowed for their escape. TMBS took off in a nondescript gray van without successfully kidnapping the elf.
If any GM wants information on this Baddie, give me an e-mail and I'll tell you a whole lot more.