Based on the wonderful Meatbags of my friends' minds.
SCARY THE GAY
BAD 13, DSS 12, MOXY 15, HP 15, AP 1
DRIVEN TO CAUSE PSYCHIC MAYHEM ACROSS THE WASTELAND
The OG Psychic Punk. Armed with two pistols (2d6) and the ability to 'Splode people's brains (1d6 Moxy damage), Scary is the leader of a small time gang of ex-slaves that escaped the Pits of Scratchtown and braved the wasteland to forge their own lives. He also wields a force-field doodad that allows him to absorb two Attacks per 24hrs and his rainbow mohawk shimmers when he's in deep thought.
THREE-QUARTERS TUBTHUMPING
BAD 14, DSS 8, MOXY 6, HP 12, AP 1
DRIVEN TO FIND THE LATEST WASTELAND FASHIONS
A hulk of a man clad in a gaudy denim suit, TQT spends his time pining for the finest of post-apocalyptic wear. If he's going to die, he's going to die looking good. His weapons of choice are a Gold-Bit gilded butcher's knife (1d8 and worth a whole lot) and an old fashion looking musket (1d10). Animals are distracted by his shiny objects and do not attack him, in fact his underground wardrobe is protected by mutant rats mesmerized by the glamed up gear.
TONKA
BAD 16, DSS 12, MOXY 15, HP 14, AP 2
DRIVEN TO RIDE FREE ON THE FURY ROAD
A squared jawed road warrior clad in melted plastic toy truck parts and scavenged licensed plates. Tonka’s motorcycle is equally as goofy and is outfitted with a sidecar for holding one of his companions. In addition to his bike and tools to keep it functional, Tonka is equipped with a shotgun (1d8) and an oversized spanner (1d6) and may be willing to give stranded Meatbags a ride for a fee of cat jerky and Bits.
TIFF DICKFEST
BAD 12, DSS 8, MOXY 11, HP 8
DRIVEN TO PERFECT HER FLESH-HEALING NANITES
Looting a nanite lab was both reckless and lifesaving for this brash young scientist. The nanites Tiff “discovered” are capable of repairing flesh at an accelerated rate, healing 1d6 wounds from a Meatbag once per 24hrs. She’s a bit of an irritated junkie, however, and doesn’t fix people up for free. She is partial to anti-rads and the weird blue mold found in the sewers of Scratchtown. The bonesaw dangling from her hip is lovingly called Rosie and is coated with a debilitating poison. (1d6 damage, roll Luck and if it favors Tiff target takes 1d4 DSS damage per turn)
SEVENS
BAD 16, DSS 13, MOXY 9, HP 7
DRIVEN TO BLOW EVERYTHING UP
Strapped with the most amount of bombs you've ever seen, Sevens is a scrawny goggled freak missing both his eyebrows and several limbs. He's wanted for trying to blow up Scratchtown on several occasions, the most recent being during a city-wide ceasefire for the Mayor's wedding. On his belt are four frag grenades (1d12 each), two plasma grenades (1d8 each, melts people on a crit), and on his chest two moltovs (1d8).
BLACK THE SWAN
BAD 11, DSS 13, MOXY 13, HP 7, AP 3
DRIVEN TO RESURRECT THE CROW GODDESS
A wild looking androgynous Meatbag with a welding mask modified to look like a crow's face and feathers sticking out of the pads of their armor. They speak in omens about a dark goddess returning to rid of the carrion of this world. Wields a 10ft spiked pole with skewered dead crows (1d8) and understands technology better than anyone (Auto success repairing machines, robotics, etc) Only eats rotted/burnt meat.
