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His army boots are adorned with spurs and the top of his dark coloured face is hidden by a black stetson. most of the time he is armed with a Ruger Super Warhawk hanging low on his hip and a Walther Palm Pistol, hidden in the small of his back. A discharged bullet, which has caused his first wound in the army, hangs from one of his pointed ears and he carries his army dogtags around his neck. Roadblock speaks in a low voice with a slight southern accent and because of his love for 20th century cinema, he uses a lot of movie quotes. Personality Roadblock is really two different kinds of person. When he's on a run, he's truly in his element. He likes nothing better than to charge into a firefight, guns blazing. On the other hand, when he's between jobs, he seems almost detached from life. On those occasions he acts morose and listless. Because of the treatment he received from his parents and the fact that he had to fend for himself from a young age, Roadblock has trouble trusting people. The only person he relies on fully, is himself. He does respect skill and daring in others, though. Roadblock just tries to survive in this new and crazy world. He knows the ways of the street and is fully aware that it's survval of the fittest outthere. He has no particular problem with other metahumans, though he feels somewhat intimidated by elves because of their beauty and charisma. Roadblock isn't very fond of magic, mainly because he doesn't really understand it. He has trouble with authority, be it Lone Star, city officials or the big corporations that really run the world. Roadblock really hates the raving bigots of the Humanis Policlub and disparaging comments about the fact that he's an ork can send him flying off the handle. Since his transformation and the insertion of all that cyberware have left him somewhat mentally unstable, this can mean bad news for anyone on the receiving end. In his spare time Roadblock enjoys having a drink at the Wastelands Club and cleaning his collection of weapons. He also watches a lot of movies, since he's a big fan of 20th century cinema. History Excerpt taken from a military surveillance recording: The name is Roadblock and I'm an ork alright, but ya better not make an issue of that, chummer. My Warhawk here says we're fraggin' equals, unnerstan? Sides, no need ta like me, if ya wanna run with me. Just keep up your end and we'll get along fine, awight? "I was born to human parents, living and working the Renraku-arcology. They were just two software wage-slaves living up top, going through the motions. They named me John Isaac Howe, but ya can forget that name right now. "Don't remember much 'bout my childhood. Must have been pretty ordinary, right? What happened when I was thirteen turned our lives upsidedown, though. My parents freaked when their beautiful son started turnin' into an ork. Didn't wanna know me no more after that. Oh, they fed me and clothed me, but that was all. They just saw me as an embarrassment, I guess. Me turning' real agro after the change didn't do much for my popularity either. Got into several fights and busted up one kid so bad, he had to spend a coupla months in traction. "In the end I figured I had better leave before things really got outta hand. So I packed up and crept out at night. Don't think my parents were too disappointed when they found me gone. Never tried to find me, anyway. So I ended up in the shadows, living with the decreds. Beggin' and doin' small jobs for the big boys got me by. Hooked up with a streetgang, the 4th Street Lords. Got into a whole shitloada trouble. Wound up being busted by Lone Star while trying to break into a weapons shop. Messed up one cop fraggin' bad. They judge wasn't too impressed. Clown sentenced me to 5-year service in the fraggin' UCAS army. Thought it would cure me of my "anti-social tendencies". Real funny, huh? "So they shipped me off ta bootcamp. Never seen such a collection of zipperheads. Always barkin' orders at me. But I managed ta keep my nose clean through the training. Had a real skill in firearms. That's something ya gotta know 'bout me. If it doesn't go boom and leaves a large hole, I ain't interested. Anyways, I was shipped out to Europe. Guess the UCAS got a little worried 'bout the ruskies pressure at their borders. "The top brass picked me for a hostile incursion team, Black Razor Alpha. That's where I got all this lovely cybertech. Turned me into the lean, mean fighting machine ya see before ya. Went on a couple of neutralization ops as a weapons expert. Wetworks, ya know. Suddenly the drekhead politicians had a change of heart and pulled our troops outta Europe. If ya ask me, they just turned yellow. I didn't like it one bit and even got into an argument over it with my C.O. Things got outta hand and I broke his arm and a couple of his ribs. "So I was drummed outta the force; dishonorable discharge. Bet they would have done a whole lot worse if they didn't have their hands full with th retraction. I wandered 'round Europe for a while, doin' work as a merc. But after the Nightwraith Strike things got a little too quiet for my liking. Decided to head back to the good ole UCAS. Made my way to Seattle and wound up running the shadows, doing sweep & clear missions. "That's where things stand now. I need a run to pay fo a new hog. Fragged the old one on my last job. Why do they call me Roadblock, ya ask? Cause nobody gets past by me, chummer." Comments >>>>>[It seems that Roadblock got into a shoot-out with some of his old gang - the 4th Street Lords. He was badly injured and spent some time at Maplethorpe's Shadowclinic. After he came out he started taking painkillers (not prescribed) and during combat he'd take Kamikaze to keep his edge while hurt. There are (unconfirmed rumors) of signs indicating a substance abuse problem.]<<<<<             · DV8 [18-12-2003 / 12:35:36] >>>>>[I would like to note that Roadblock, under no circumstances got the drugs on prescription from me. I have reason to believe that someone on my staff is dealing out this garbage to the shadowclients I serve. Investigation is pending.]<<<<<             · Dr. Maplethorpe [18-12-2003 / 12:35:37] >>>>>[Well, it seems that Doc Maple has been able to catch the one that was selling the junk out of his shadowclinic. The problem is that a local group of Seoulpa have taken up the trade now that their competition was out of the way. And with the virtual monopoly they have taken it on themselves to make the shit 15% pure and cut the rest with baby formula, which tends to make heavy hitters' nervous system screw up so bad they go completely apeshit. We had to take Roadblock down a coupla days ago in the Wastelands because he was getting a bit too rowdy and I had a good talk with him the day after. Man, that scared the shit out of me. I've come to know Roadblock as an indestructable walking mountain of muscle, and Nick, who has known Roadblock longer than anyone I know is even worrying now. Something has shaken him up so bad that he is talking crazy talk when he's recovering from his high. He says that he is afraid of the future and that he knows what is on the "other side of the gorge", whatever the frag that means. He says he does not want to live to witness the future and wants to join Thayla and listen to her song. For those of you who can make heads or tails out of it, good luck. Let me know what you think, because I'm dying to find out what's got this big brute so scarred.]<<<<<             · Nina [18-12-2003 / 12:35:39] >>>>>[Just a quick question for those that might know; how did Roadblock get that ugly metal plate in his head?]<<<<<             · DV8 [18-12-2003 / 12:36:50] >>>>>[Yeah, I know someone who's dying to meet the drekhead who comes up with the answer to that question. Her names Sarah-Jane and she's real quick to get a word in. Any takers?]<<<<<             · Roadblock [18-12-2003 / 12:37:00] Click here to leave a comment!   wrx://characters/handle WizKids, LLC has sole ownership of the names, logo, artwork, marks, photographs, sounds, audio, video and/or any proprietary material used in connection with the game Shadowrun. 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