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Thomas 'Tome' Ironheart

Truth

  • Professional murderers, when intoxication causes them to wax philosophical, tend to romanticize their first kills. Great significance is attached to looking one’s victim in the eye at the moment of cessation of breath. Apparently doing so grants the killer some flash of cosmic insight, though the exact nature of the insight tends to be lost in the alcohol fog of the recollection.

    Pity. This insight - this moment of truth - it is forever lost to me. Looking a male in the eye whose face I had, very thoroughly, caved in with a book presented more than a slight obstacle.

    I do, however, remember the title of the book quite distinctly.

    I suppose that will have to suffice.

    -Journal of Thomas “Tome” Ironheart
  • AI generated. Lacking other art, I'd describe it as a reasonable "abstract" interpretation of Tome. AI generated. Lacking other art, I'd describe it as a reasonable "abstract" interpretation of Tome. Dall-E 2.0

  • Description - Combat Garb

    It was difficult to tell at a glance whether the hazy spark in his eyes was a consequence of some inherent cleverness or the sweet smelling cigarette between his lips. Less difficult was observing that he was at least partially lynx - the ear tufts and oversized paws gave that away. As for the other part, boulder seemed the best guess - while well under six feet tall, and likely in his mid-fifties, he was a broad shouldered creature with enough visible muscle to dissuade casual ruffians. As for dissuading professional ruffians, that task fell to the sheathed claymore he carried in a loose, easy, weight-belying grip. His garb was that of a mercenary or similar - drab heavy cloth greens, battered leather browns, a visible knife, and no adornments to speak of.

  • Description - Civilized Garb

    It was difficult to tell at a glance whether the hazy spark in his eyes was a consequence of some inherent cleverness or the sweet smelling cigarette between his lips. Less difficult was observing that he was at least partially lynx - the ear tufts and oversized paws gave that away. As for the other part, boulder seemed the best guess - while well under six feet tall, and likely in his early forties, he was a broad shouldered creature with an air of restrained menace. This despite 'civilized' clothes - a green sport coat with heavy brown patches on the elbows and slacks that had clearly been through at least one altercation.