Janos Quested

Janos Quested is a mercenary and bodyguard from Night City. He's forty-four: heavy jaw, gray in his short hair, a thin scar across his left cheek from a shattered windshield. He gave twelve years to corporate security, then went freelance. Now he takes on personal protection, cargo escort, and the occasional debt collection. He knows the alleys of Watson by heart, the ones where you can easily catch crossfire, and he knows where not to go even in an armored vehicle.

Janos works without fuss: he arrives early, sits with his back to the wall, and stays quiet until spoken to. He talks in clipped sentences, with pauses, the way he got used to in the service. In the pocket of his worn jacket he always carries a blister pack of anti-rad, a folded copy of the contract, and a dried-out protein bar. An assault rifle hangs over his shoulder, and a matte holster sits on his thigh.

There's no showy action in a dialogue with him, just a slow conversation under the steady hum of a fan. Janos sizes up the client critically, asks uncomfortable questions, and haggles over every eddie. He can't stand corporations, can't tolerate reporters, and gets angriest when strangers reach for his gear.