Brogan Tacita

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• Vital Stats

  • Name: Brogan Tacita
  • Gender: Male
  • Played by: flameskin1
  • Nicknames: Brogan, The Butcher, Lurker, "The beast beneath the bed."
  • Race: Human
  • Class: Clone - Monster
  • Alignment: Definitively Evil, Egotistical
  • Deity: None
  • Age: 8 years
  • Size: Medium-large
  • Body Type: Athletic - Perfect balance of strength and endurance.
  • Height: 5'11
  • Weight: 195
  • Complexion: Pale-skinned; Northern European appearance.
  • Hair: Deep Brown
  • Eyes: Green
  • Handedness: Ambidexterous; favors left hand for careful tasks. Right hand for violence.
  • Scars: Not per se - lacks a navel.
  • Relationship Status: Single
  • Personality: Cold. Quiet.
  • Mannerisms: Not very outspoken, not much to say. Flirtatious, shady.
  • Likes: Drugs, Men, Women, Sex, Violence, Killing, Money, Battles.
  • Dislikes: Bad odds, being outgunned, being treated like a dick, being treated as though he's unintelligent. *Hates* people referring to his origins. He also dislikes the facts he's a shell of another mans life.

• Description

  The quiet man sat at the corner table - he looks like he's waiting for a date, but he's been sat there for hours. Days even. Nobody ever comes. He sits with his left hand on his lap, or on the table, and his right hand down by his hips. He dressed smart most of the time; a pin-striped shirt, black cargo's. The pockets were never empty- Always full with something. Loose-fitting cargo's. Combats, infact. Glistening at the bottoms of his legs, never anything short of perfect were a pair of Combat boots; smooth black leather. Pants tucked in and laces tidy. Shifty eyes were always looking for things; exits, people with weapons, someone to sell to. A fighter for his not-so-strictly-legal Arena.
  
  Chin was scruffy; a trimmed but fluffy beard, and sideburns that connected it to his hairline. He looked smart, but at the same time rugged. Masculine. The man himself was thickly built - like a blacksmith, or a laborer or something like that; yet there wasn't a scar on him. A build acquired through physical work for sure, but not the kind one endured. Muscles were ribbed and powerful, and twisted and coiled naturally against him form - but there was an unnatural quality about the man. He seemed to notice things to quickly, adjust too readily to the environment. He was altogether too swift to be normal. As though he'd been... Sped up?

• Equipment List

  - One Firearm - Contraband. Illegal. http://digital-art-gallery.com/oid/57/1600x1200_10607_Sci_fi_gun_3d_sci_fi_gun_weapon_picture_image_digital_art.jpg Primary fire: 1.0 Caliber slugs, magnetically accelerated. Ammunition can be HE (4 rounds to a magazine.), HEAT, SABOT, Thermocouple, Copper squash-heads, or pulse-wave.