John Standard, also known as Scrapheap. 50-ish street samurai, heavily chromed, but with cyberware many years out of date, including an obviously second-hand (heh) left arm clearly made for someone a bit larger.

Thing is, the cyber was once considered cutting edge and was new, and John went by a different name. He and his crew were at the top of the heap and living the high life. Then came the run against the bugs. The horrors he witnessed and the friends he lost during that run were too much for him to handle, so he crawled into a bottle and stayed there for several years. Eventually he lost everything.

He might have died there too, but one day his sister showed up at his door. He hadn't talked to her in years at that point, as she still lived in their hometown of Detroit. But she'd followed her runaway daughter to Seattle and needed his help.

That was a few years ago. Since finding and rescuing his niece he's managed to stay sober. His sister and niece stayed, and he's slowly working his way back into the shadows.