Joe Rolack

"Tiny" Joe Rolack stands about 6' 7", weighs in at 260 pounds, likes to bench press scrap steel, and is perpetually eating a bag of Garlic Sour Cream 'N' Bar-B-Q Mesquite™ Kibble Chips (brought to you by ConAg Corporation). He's also EMT-certified, fully competent in street surgery, familiar with cyber-grafting, and legally licensed to perform emergency medical services on the spot When he's not doing that, he's running himself into debt in one of several Chinatown gambling pits.

Tiny grew up in Las Salinas, a decaying California beach town. Tourism, the town's only industry, didn't survive the Collapse; nobody had money for vacations anymore and the highways leading to Las Salinas were too dangerous. The golden beaches and blue waters which made the town so popular were knee-deep in toxic sludge and bristling with medical waste. His family left, joining the mass of refugees along the California freeway system. At 17, tired of the nomad life, he left on his own for San Francisco.

San Francisco had weathered the end of civilization fairly well; once there, Tiny became embroiled in the juvie-gang culture, constantly in one scam or another. After a round of detention halls, holding cells and work camps, he rambled until, at age 20, he contracted a virus which damaged his nervous system. Lucky to be alive, he opted for medical training to pay off his bills.

That was six years ago. Tiny served his time in the combat trauma clinics of San Francisco; after two years, he was allowed to go freelance. Over the next four years, Tiny worked with various strike medical services, found a lover, lost her to a Red Chrome Legion attack, went home to Las Salinas, found his family scattered, and dejectedly returned to San Francisco.

Operating Style

Tiny can best be described as a "people person." He is loud, boisterous, and jovial. Few people who meet Tiny don't like him. His sense of humor stems from staring death in the face every day for the past two years, then facing a string of personal disasters. Tiny's philosophy is, if you can't laugh, what can you do? Go berserk and get chopped by the psycho squad? Or end up in some hospital ward pumped full of tranqs?

Tiny wanders the Sprawl circuit up and down the west coast of the U.S., looking for work. He leaves his cell phone number with satisfied customers, so he can be reached at a moment's notice if somebody needs no-questions-asked medical care. Tiny has also worked for Trauma Team, but they're beginning a hiring freeze as conflicts develop between management and the medical unions. Tiny enjoys practicing his trade and he honestly likes to help people, but his bedside manner is lacking some-what due to his personality. He often finds himself working for anyone at all just to catch up on his gambling debts. Tiny may be a high technician, but he's no highroller, despite what he thinks to the contrary.

Stats

INT: 8, LUCK: 3, BOD: 10, TECH: 9, ATT: 4, Rep: 3, REF: 6, EMP: 6, COOL: 7, MA: 6

Skills

Medtech +6, Awareness +5, Basic Tech +4, Diagnose +4, Education +2, Cryotank Op +4, Cyber Tech +5, Pharmaceuticals +4, Pistol +4, First Aid +6, Athletics +5, Rifle +5, Streetwise +5, Gamble +5, Wilderness Survival, +2, Language (Spanish) +2, Social +2

Cyberware

Basic Processor, Kerenzikov Boost (1 level), Cyberoptic (w/TS Plus,TH options), Medical Modular Hand, Biomonitor, Chip Socket w/Stress chip, Ambidex chip, SegAtari Mind Games chips