Solon Kenna is a human male, 172 cm tall, weighing 122 kg, with a fringe of stringy black hair and hard, weasly brown eyes. He has the heavy facial planes and accent of the Slavic Far East, yet speaks a host of languages, including English and Japanese, well. He is usually found wearing stained canvas coveralls beneath a wrinkled sport jacket that hides a heavy Makarov slung under his right arm. He has a fondness for thin cigarettes, hard liquor, hot saunas, and easy women. Only one of which is readily available in his hometown of Vladivostok.

Kenna comes from a long line of born and raised profiteers. His relations stretch back into the ranks of KGB and Politburo officials that fleeced the Soviet Union out of enough resources to cause the Bear to bow to the Eagle. The only problem is, since the advent of the Sixth World and the reorganization of the FSR into the new Russian Republic, he has lost his tap into the inner purses of the Kremlin. Instead, he is forced to rely upon what gear and equipment he is able to scavenge from the rusting and abandoned bases and harbors that once belonged to the second mightiest military in history.

That was seven years ago, the lean years as he likes to call them, of scrimping and scrounging to make the payments on the warehouse he owns, burning old uniforms to keep warm in the arctic winters, and of trying to sell anything and everything to anyone with a ruble or nuyen in order to turn a profit. Then came the shakeup and Yamatetsu announced it was coming to set up shop. Now Vladivostok's shadows are teeming with all sorts of operators looking for just the kind of services that Kenna has to offer. Business has never looked better.

Kenna is a business man, pure and simple. He approaches everything with the bottom line in view, and will cut the best deal possible for all parties included. He won't knowingly sell out a customer, and he will not deal with military or corporate individuals. Black marketeers, smugglers, profiteers, rogues, thieves, assassins, shadowrunners are all welcome, though. Kenna will make extravagant promises about his gear, but won't prevent anyone from doing a cursory inspection that will prove most of them wrong. Eighty percent of his gear is surplus Soviet hardware at least ten to forty years old. Still, the robustness of their design and construction means most are still in working order. Every once in a while he wll obtain something up to date, either from the Red Army or various corporate entities. At that time he'll put the word out to trusted customers to see what kind of price he can get for his items.