The Lone Biker rides a thin line along the edge of the law. While not exactly a criminal (at least by his account) he doesn't see exactly eye to eye with the authorities on most things. On the other hand, he has his own primitive sense of honour, and he can't stand to see folk being pushed around. The Lone Biker has a habit of turning up uncalled for, when his help is needed, and disappearing when things quieten down. He speaks his mind, whatever the consequences and respects those who do the same.
In appearance, he is tall and lean, his skin turned brown and leathery by the sun and wind. He usually wears motorcycle leathers or an old duster - but if not, whatever he's got on has obviously seen a lot of road and weather. His hair is shoulder length, and slightly tangled by whatever road he's ridden in. The Lone Biker has no time for helmet laws.
He usually packs a pair of .45's, or occasionally a pair of sawnoff sling shotguns. Whichever he has to hand, he's mastered the art of reloading so fast that to most people he just never seems to run out of bullets - that battered leather coat has plenty of internal pockets for ammo.
Archetypes: Snake Pliskin, Jack Burton, etc.
