Jake (who also answers to "Salazar", or "Sal", which he hates) is a human man in his mid-twenties. He's nothing particularly special to look at: Tanned skin from long hours in the desert sun, messy brown hair, blue eyes, and a beard he tries to keep groomed. He's clearly quite fit, and though he's not an especially large or imposing man at maybe 5'9" and 160 lbs, he's corded with wiry muscle that belies his lean physique. He's rarely entirely clean, and more often than not he's got a few smudges of grease and dirt from where he's been working on one machine or another.

Though not especially well-armed (he's usually just got a sidearm), his body armor is impressive: A suit of Triax Field-Mechanic body armor with the distinctive "cyclops" helmet, painted in shades of gray and dark khaki.

Jake's prized possession is his Mountaineer ATV, heavily customed and mounting a light rail gun (purely for self-defense). Though no match for a combat robot or tank, it's a solid choice for traveling the dusty badlands of Lone Star and the New West. And the expansive cargo bay provides him with room for tools, spare parts, and rudimentary sleeping arrangements; A cot inside an M.D.C. vehicle is a fair sight better than sleeping outside, especially when you're as heavy a sleeper as Jake is.