Poncho... Well, Poncho started out as a petty thief before his mentor Avery got him into boosting cars and selling parts, not to mention addicted to methamphetamine. These days, having lost Avery, Poncho wanders the lands looking for a group that will take him in and let him be himself. Not quick to anger, but always sounds angry. Able to defend himself but would much rather be out making a wicked jump for the car he stole yesterday. Often high or drunk. Friendly. Adventerous. Honest. Insane.
Poncho never had parents so everything he's learned about life he learned on the road and in the wilds. After the outbreak, he moved from place to place trying to escape the Zeds. Turns out they were everywhere he went. On the CB Radio one night, on a particularly clear and... Drunk... night, Poncho could have SWORN he heard Avery's voice coming through the static. He couldn't make out exactly what his long-lost friend was ranting and raving about, but one word cut through the crackling: Chernarus. He's made his way there after a desperate journey, and is slowly and cautiously making his way around, looking for Avery. He's also looking for a meth dealer. Badly.