Name: Jak T. Butler. (A.K.A: Doc)

Age: 31

Appearance:
-- His body is slim and toned from his daily runs but his muscle build is only average, much like his height and weight, having no need for large bulky muscles only the fine precision ones in his fingers.

-- His Head is topped with shaggy, dark-brown, unkept hair that droops just above his eyes where thick eyebrowns shade his dark brown eyes. His face is sharp, but dulled by a beard going from side-burn to side-burn and covering his entire lower face under his nose. Any skin that does see the light of day is heavily tanned to a dark, almost brown-sugar color.

-- He wears a dark-blue t-shirt and dark-blue boot-cut jeans under a long, blood stained, lab coat that levels off at a little lower than his knees. For shoes he wears a pair of wore-out suede leather shoes, worn for many years and mended personally dozens of times they moved as if part of his feet now. He also has a leather wrap-up pouch he keeps a set of mobile tools in, and a leather backpack carrying any needed supplies, such as a First-Aid kit and ammo.

Equipment:
-- A vast array of surgical steel grade surgical tools, all of which are bound in a leather roll-up pouch attached to his waist to reduce wear n' tear.
-- A small medical First-Aid kit he keeps in his leather backpack, which includes a half empty bottle of Peroxide for cleaning wounds, a roll of sterilized (but blood stained) bandages for stopping blood loss, and a needle and thread used for either sewing or mending clothes or sealing wounds.
-- A Russian AKM, that he d bought from a local high-powered mob boss, being a lighter version of the AK-47 it fired the same 7.62 mm bullets, which not only could drop a person with a few shots, but were also cheap and in large supply. (I figured that around the amount of AK-47s we have currently and the amount of ammo needed to fire automatic weapons, so I figured the bullets were easy to make.)

Skills:
-- While Jak was young he had little more to do than read, and with an entire library at his disposal he quickly became absolutely fascinated with the human body, and how to repair it. From heart transplants to natural medicines by the time he was 20 he had read all there was to know about medical procedures, finishing many successful surgeries within' the gang. So with his knowledge and expireince he became the "professional" doctor of the region, working for the mob and other far out places in California, for a price.
-- During his life he'd done many "different" jobs, which needed alot of running, including his current occupation. From goods running to stopping arterial blood loss on a live battlefeild he had taken up a daily running regimen, giving him strong, quick, legs and a stustainable amount of endurance for long sprints.

Personality:
-- Though he grew up his entire life around gang members and death he was fairly freindly, giving everyone a fair chance at being an ally, but he was also cautious when meeting new people, knowing full well how fast things can take a turn for the worse.
-- Although he is freindly when meeting people, the bookworm he'd become as a kid had detatched him from people slightly, so none really became close, only aquaintances. And his advanced knowledge of most subjects had given him a high arogant nature when dealing with people of average mentality, causing him to become irritated with those who he thinks to be purposefully dense.

Bio:
-- He knows not of what happened to his mother and father, or grandparents for that matter. As a baby he was left wrapped in a brown blanket, blood completely covering him, and his blanket, on the front stoop of a mob bosses hang out. They could have left him to die, shot him, even fed him to the hellish animals living in the region, as was the case for most of the unfortunate victims, but instead they took him in. As a collective they taught him some of the basics of surviving in the world, fed him, and even "played" with him as a boy (if by play you consider a 9year old firing a .45cal pistol at young Helldeer playing), but mostly he had to occupy himself and stay out of the way.

When lessons were taught to him by one of the gangmembers it was usually taught the hard way, like the lesson to not scare a herd of Canters, the large orange-red cow-like animals were meaty, six legged herbavores covered in thick hides that grazed in large vallies to eat the various colorful flowers, but if frightened they would charge with their heads down, the dense top of their skull able to smash large rocks. So Jak never really felt like part of the group and buried himself into books.

He now works as a traveling doctor, taking requests via different types of messages in his armored ambulance.

Starting Location: Driving around Southern California to a client in need of assistance.