Name: Ker Ohu Blanco
Age: 21
Hometown: Vann, on the continent of Ashland
Background: Working class. Spent a lot of his childhood in slums, was bit of a hood rat back in his youth.
Currently estranged from all known family.
Species: Human
Bloodline: Unknown
Talents: Near encyclopedic knowledge of how to make potions, elixers, brews, powders, magics, creams... he's a really efficient drug dealer and um, chemist/inventor. Couldn't tell from those boyish looks, though. Has an above average understanding of cyborg interface and makeup. Occasional thief. Decent cook.

In other words, kind of a hustler.

Physical attributes: Tall; thin; light skinned; brown hair; whatever. Sloppy looking. Clothes consist of hand-me-down sweaters, too-thin linen shirts (rolled at the sleeve), bomber jackets that often find themselves covered in dust, and/or black trousers or jeans. Cherry wine colored lace up boots from a 6 month stint in the Ashland Desert-Borderland Corp. What is of note are his three black utility belts, layered over another; full of gadgets, among other things. Only visible weapon is the Terran issued laser-core pistol on his hip; probably more where that came from.

Personality: Mostly quiet, surprisingly personable. More savvy than he looks.