Editing Breaker 666 (section)

== Potential Classes: ==
'''Big Driver:''' 
You run a rig, either for yourself or a larger Rigger Company. You haul cargo, are friendly to passengers, and know enough of the Rules of the Road to keep rolling free and easy, coast to coast. Basic class, not too shiny in any respect. 

'''Small Driver:''' 
You've got a hot set of wheels, a full tank, and all the open Road in front of ya. This is your car, ain't nobody else gonna touch it, and Jesus help them if somebody scratches your paint. You roll with whoever suits you, whether it be rigs, rollers, or revs. 

'''Biker Brother:''' 
You're from a brotherhood of bearded, beer-swilling fast riders. You announce your presence with the mighty growl of a chopper's engine, and you usually roll in with fifty of your friends. You're tough, like to brawl, and are as loud as your bike. It could be, though, that you've lost your Patch, in which case you ride alone. A Brother without a Patch ain't to be trusted…

'''Holy Roller:''' 
You Ride for the Lord! Given a holy mission by a higher power, your rig, bike, or car never breaks down, and you've always got enough gas to help someone out. You keep those ears on, looking to do the god works on the Road and help your fellow travelers. Whether it's helping that church bus roll on to Nashville, or burning rubber to Houston to help some kids, you're rolling righteous. Watch out though, cause the Devil runs the Rails, and you'll have to cross him at least once.

'''Tech Torquer:''' 
You've got the most advanced set of wheels ever set to pavement, and it shows. Your vehicle can do practically anything, outrun any blockade with the push of a button, jump obstacles with a boost, even talk! Your vehicle is your partner, helping you along the Road. But you never know when you might need an upgrade.

'''Rev:''' 
You're dead, son. Simple as that, or maybe not so simple. Due to some Unfinished Business in the here-and-now, you can't roll on to the hereafter till you get your own. Some say you sold your soul to the Devil, others that an angel is possessing your body, but either way you terrify your enemies with fire, fury, and a whole helluva lot of road rage. You are here on the Road for one thing: to see things set aright, so you can pass on. But some choose not to...
Examples of Revs in media: The Crow, The Saint of Killers, The Wraith (Charlie Sheen)

'''Mountain Man: ''' 
Trappers, hunters, woodsmen and survivalists; many of the disenfranchised and discarded have made their way to the lawless expanse of Devilier. Surviving on what the land provides, these solitary individuals are expert trackers who have gained first-hand knowledge on the wild life of the 51st state. Rarely seen except at trading posts where they barter Wendigo skins for ammo and supplies, or when hired by bounty hunters or lawmen to track escaped convicts and criminals, they are occaisionally drawn into the adventures of others, usually against their will. Solemn and reserved, Mountain Men usually lack people skills, but there's no one better suited to hunting and killing in the wild.

'''Grease Monkey: ''' 
As handy with a ratchet as they are with a shotgun, Greasemonkies are invaluable for their ability to keep a rig running, especially while moving! Hands black from grease and jangling from dozens of well maintained, custom tools, Greasemonkies are always able to find work in Devilier, but their affinity for engines goes beyond a natural aptitude or a desire to get paid. Some say they've heard Greasemonkies communing with engines, coaxing them into functioning, negotiating the metal and pistons to perform in situations where they shouldn't.
Greasemonkies are affable and often manic, easy going and a welcome member of the party, even if they prefer pistons to people.
''(Blackthumb or Blackfinger from Mad Max)''

'''Bounty Hunter: ''' 
The 51st state of America has no central governing body, no governor, no law aside from the Law of the Road. Many criminals, deadbeats, bailjumpers and fugitives mistakenly think Devilier would be a good place to lay low until the heat dies down. Bounty hunters are the hard men and women who are paid to find and retrieve the fugitives before Devilier does it's thing. Brawlers, detectives, trackers and thugs in equal parts, Bounty Hunters have a determination to capture and return their quarry, a determination that grows as the payday does. Bristling with weapons and attitude, Bounty Hunters who operate in the 51st state are among the most dangerous predators Devilier has to offer, however by the time they catch up to their quarry, the criminal is usually happy to come along quietly; anything to get off the Endless Road and back to civilisation. ''Literally Dog, the Bounty Hunter''

'''Wizard: '''
With the addition of the 51st state all the devil worshippers, Wicca, wannabe Houdinis and charlatan psychics found they could actually tap into a real, tangible power. whether the power was always there and Devilier revealed it, or if the 51st state brought the magic with it is unknown. What is fact is that certain individuals can tap the power to alter and manipulate the world around them. For some it's as simple as never running dry of fuel on a midnight run to Memphis, for others it's a silver bullet in your chamber on demand. It ain't flashy and it ain't fancy, but it saves and takes lives as well as any firearm. Wizards are met with equal parts distruct, jealousy and apathy, but it's a foolish convoy that doesn't have at least a layman Hexer on board to deal with the unknown.

''Native American Shaman
Voodoo Houngan
Hobo Wizard
Admech-like machine spirit whisperer
''

'''Postman: '''
Neither Sleet nor Snow nor Dead of Night...you know how it goes. Postmen are the brave and foolish souls who risk their lives to deliver whatever they've been paid to. They never ask what's inside the parcel, no matte how large or...mobile it seems to be. They guarantee speed, secrecy and anonymity, and they have the firepower and horsepower to back it up. Truckers and Big Riggers are ideal for moving large amounts of cargo, but for a smaller, more personal (and dangerous and illegal) cargo, you want a Postman. Few travellers  are as familiar with the backroads and shortcuts of the 51st state as Postmen, who have a supernatural ability to get where they are going right on time.

'''Fallen: '''
They once were angels, but they fell, either through hubris or by choice, whatever the reason, the once holy has been made as flawed and fallible as the next man, but they keep with them a small measure of their heavenly power. Now they walk among us, they are free to choose to use the power for good or evil. Some of the Fallen fight evil wherever they find it, desperate to find a way back into the good Lord's graces. Others chose to fall, believing they could do more good as a soldier on the ground, or to find the love of a good woman ( or the love of many bad ones). Fallen number among the most powerful travelers on the Road. They might have wings or halos or flaming swords or voices like a majestic choir...but don't for a minute think they are angels. not any more. 

'''Lawman'''
There's no written law in Devilier, no law recognised by any sort of government or authority, but that don't mean there's no law at all. Some brave, foolish, driven men and women have made it their life's work to bring the law to the Endless Road. Each man's reason is his own, some probably don't even know why they do what they do, but they are the people who cannot stand to see lawlessness or injustice, who loathe to see evil triumphing and the innocent suffering. And there is a lot of suffering in Devilier. Often armed with little more than a tinstar and a sidearm, they travel the Endless Road dispensing their own brand of justice, be it from the Good Book, from the laws of the United States or their own personal code. The Lawman refuses to allow thieves, killers and rapists escape, pursuing their quarry to the darkest, most distant ends of the 51st state, leaving them on the end of a rope or in a shallow grave with six slugs in the back.

'''Wranglers'''
Wranglers are those travelers who trap, train, handle and truck with beasts of all sorts. They have a preternatural link with their animal pals, the union of the minds of man and the instincts of beasts creating dire creatures larger, smarter and more deadly than their regular counterparts. Wranglers are accompanied by their dire familiars, or swarms of smaller creatures. Rats, serpents, coyotes, eagles, insects are all examples of creatures seen to be controlled and utilised by Wranglers at one time or another. Wranglers refuse to be called wizards, despite their clearly being something supernatural about what they do. True Wranglers have been knwon to tame and ally with powerful supernatural creatures, such as the elusive Chupacabra and the fearsome Wendigo.

'''Prospectors''' 
The history of the Endless Road is hazy at best, outright lie and myth at it's worst. How long it's existed and where it ultimately leads are topics hotly debated in truck stops and dive bars the state over. One thing that is known; Devilier has been around a powerful long time. For those brave or foolish enough to wander off the known roads, taking backstreets, unmapped shortcuts and dusty trails that soon vanish into night all manner of long lost valuables are waiting. Be it perfectly preserved, two hundred year old Confederate sabres, nazi gold, the scrap of rigs lost decades past, Prospectors have found it at some time or another. Opportunists, thieves, scavengers all, Prospectors operate on the periphery of Devilier society. They are a necessary element, everyone needs replacement parts, not to mention lost treasure, but they are often looked down upon by the very people who buy from them.

'''Grave Diggers'''
Be they silver bullet shooting werewolf hunters, cross laden vampire slayers or fur covered big game Wendigo hunters, Grave Diggers are those who stand between mankind and the darker side of the 51st state. As often revered as they are reviled, being a Grave Digger is a strange career, killing the inhuman and the supernatural in the one place in the US where that sort of thing is most accepted. Grave Diggers are a loose group without any standard modus operandi or apparel; their methods and mannerisms are as varied as people themselves. Only their adherence to The Code links them, and the pledge that they will tirelessly fight evil, true, inhuman, supernatural evil, wherever they find it.

'''Mongrels'''
Like something out of a dime novel, it turned out that mankind itself was a kind of missing link to the supernatural; an angel and a demon can't bump uglies and squeeze out a little halfbreed, but humans can with just about anything. Half werewolves, half angels, half vampires, half Sasquatches have all been seen, shot at, and documented. Never as powerful as their supernatural parent, but possessing the dynamism and uniqueness of their human sire, mongrels can't ever really fit in with either side of society, and often become bitter, angry loners. Other, luckier half breeds manage to catch on with an open-minded group of travelers on the Endless Road, and work to putting their unique abilities towards whatever they set their minds on, be it turning a profit, staying off the laws radar or protecting other outcasts like themselves.

'''Librarian'''
Everything's got a place in Devilier. Vampires, wendigos, werewolves, even, believe it or not, booklearnin'. Librarians are the egg heads, the scientists, researchers and translators. They spend as much time with their nose in book as they do slinging lead or flooring the pedal, and that knowledge comes in handy as often as not. When it comes to demonic pacts, languages of the long dead or deciphering a chemical formula, Librarians are the go to for all things technical and historical.

'''Sawbones'''
Real, medically trained doctors are rarer than hen's teeth in Devilier, and those there are, well, lets just assume they abandoned their legitimate practices for...reasons. There are plenty of people with a slightly more than rudimentary understanding of trauma and illness, be they nurses, dentists, veterinarians, combat medics or disgraced surgeons. Even relatively unskilled Sawbones who can't spell Hippocratic Oath let alone have never heard of it can charge a premium for their services in the 51st state, and no state medical agency will bother them for pesky licenses or demand hygienic conditions.

'''Mainliner'''
Drugs. The biggest business in all fifty of the United States. Makes sense it'd find it's way into the 51st as well. Like everything else though, drugs didn't go unchanged by their journey on the Endless Road. Stories tell of tweakers smoking rock laced with vampire blood, slamming heroin dissolved in Holy Water into their veins or doing lines of coke cut with the Devils seed. Some OD, some gain almost mystical abilities, but all of them are addicted, and most end up dead. That doesn't stop all manner of travellers from using them. From truckers trying to stay awake to complete that last minute midnight run to Memphis, Lawmen looking for a faster draw or wizards looking to commune with ancient forces, those who use are as varied as the drugs available on the Endless Road.